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...but it seriously just takes time. It’s the hardest thing to swallow because you feel like there’s nothing you can do about it but wait it out. In actuality you can fill that time creating new memories with friends, and at first (or maybe for a really long time) things, maybe everything, will remind you of him, but trust me, it goes away after awhile. And you get to a point where you don’t think of him and cry, but think of him, smile, and think man those are great memories but those feelings faded. Time, seriously. And one of the wisest pieces of advice i received was “instead of spending your time trying to find the right person, try to BE the right person.” Consume your time with bettering yourself, and you’ll come out the other end happy.

When you fall in love, real love, you realize every cliche is true and you feel like every country song was written about you. It is definitely better to have loved and lost, because you at least know it exists and how wonderful it is and have something to look forward to. I had the perfect first love, and though it didn’t work out for forever, it’s because of it that i can be excited about tomorrow! I want the kind of love that i know in 50 years will not only feel the same but will be stronger. And i know it exists, it’s not just a fairy tale. I posted a picture of this ridiculously cute couple in know that got married when they were 18 and 21, have been together for 11 years, and still flirt so much it makes you gag a little bit. :) keep the faith, it’s out there.

For Spring Break 2007 a few of my friends and i set out on a road trip heading south from Salem, Oregon. Maybe to Mexico, we didn’t care. We took 3 cars, a bag of clothes each, some camping gear just in case, and were off, in the middle of the night, just like that. We spent the first night sleeping in our car in a Denny’s parking lot, i picked up a road map of California and proceeded to document all our stops and travels on that map. The next morning drove through a redwood tree, then made it to San Francisco. We walked across the Golden Gate bridge, ran up and down Lombard Street, and had a couple of our roadies fly home because the girl was getting car sick, leaving us with a spare car, which was fortunate because the third vehicle started acting up somewhere in Northern California and cruised a cool 45mph down I-5 to it’s final resting place at an auto shop in SF where we sold it for $350. We spent the rest of our days cruising down Highway 101, stopping in Monterey Bay at a Dippin’ Dots STORE (what a find), checking out Bubble Gum Alley in San Luis Obispo, and hiking up the Jesusita Trail in the Santa Barbara hills after taking in a street market. We skim boarded, played beach volleyball, layed out, and drank margaritta’s at Huntington Beach. We climbed up into the Hollywood Hills overlooking the skyline of LA, and then headed down into west hollywood for my favorite part of the trip. While standing across the street from Mann’s Chinese Theater in front of the Coffee Bean and Tree Leaf watching the celebrities arrive at the premier of Blades of Glory, my friend Emily and i were approached by a man in a trenchcoat, who offered us free passes into the premier. The boys were circling the block, cause they thought we were crazy to even want to jump out of the car to gawk at celebrities. So i sadly handed our tickets back to the man “sorry, we’re here with friends and they would KILL us if we abandoned them and did this without them. thank you so much though—” “how many do you need?” ”....five?” “alright, here you go. you better hurry though, they’re gonna close the doors soon.” NO WAY! so we called the boys, they parked at lighting speed, and ran down to meet up with us. Inside the theater i physically bumped into Jerry Stiller in line for popcorn, plowed through the cast of the Office without knowing who they were (huge fan of the show now) and the best part…surprised my friends who were already at the premiere. (my friends brother happened to be in the movie, which i’d known about, and that’s how i’d known the premier was even going on.) The looks on their faces at seeing me in there was priceless. On the way back north we rented surfboards and surfed a Malibu sunset, caught some more waves the next morning, and were off to Six Flags Magic mountain. On the ride home our incredibly reliable Toyota truck blew it’s catalytic converter, and in the process of pulling over we happened to run over a bungee cable, puncturing the tire. Our friends in the other car didn’t get our distressed voicemail until they were an hour and a half north of us in Sacramento, and came back to rescue us. (i had to be home for school with them the next day). Now i was safely on my way home in the jetta, the only car that hasn’t broken down. yeah. we go to adjust the sunroof. it sticks. jimmy it a little bit….glass flies off. we made a makeshift roof with cardboard and duct tape, which lasted about 10 minutes before it started making the most obnoxious whistling noise. We ran out of gas, and Kit had to run 2 miles there and back to a gas station, along the way realizing we’d been going west instead of north for half an hour. Needless to say, it was an amazing adventure, and one i wouldn’t trade for all the planning and automobile reliability in the world. :)