Ever since I was a little girl I've always dreamed of traveling; of leaving California and seeing things that aren't in California. I've lived here my whole life. Although there is plenty to see and you can never fully see "everything", I feel like I've had my fill of what I need to see... I've always wanted more, wanted, different. I remember saving up money multiple times throughout my adolescent years but something always came up like car trouble, bills, necessities. My dream of leaving California started to fade away and I started to believe that perhaps traveling wasn't in the books for me, that perhaps my destiny was to stay here.

Last year I took it upon myself to REALLY put my foot down and save up for a trip. I had just gotten a new bar tending job in a little dive bar in LA and I was making decent enough money to pay my bills, have a social life and save up! I had never been out of the states so I decided to look at tours and found one for London, Paris, and Barcelona. 

Anyway, I came back home after 11 days of exploring and adventures. I felt my heart break as I woke up on my last day before my flight back to California. Coming back left a void in my chest, I feel like something is still missing, I feel sad.

My sister Wendy moved to Florida to go live with her boyfriend Kevin. I've been feeling sad since she left. The saddest I've ever felt in years. I miss her so much and I think about the last time I saw her in my room right before my parents took her to the airport, we hugged each other sooo tight and I cried so hard as they drove away. 

logging off till next time.

The 6740 in Uptown Whittier, CA

I'm currently at The 6740 bar in uptown Whittier. They have The Simpsons art hanging all over their walls; it's their theme of the month. I love this bar, everything feels like home.

I haven't had a laptop for a while; my ex kept it and I don't want to see him again so I didn't even bother asking for it back. I needed a new one anyway. I figure I'd start blogging again once I got myself a new one! So here I am. I'm still adjusting to it, the keyboard seems a little flimsy but I think I can manage. I don't know how to get back into blogging like I use to; any ideas? Suggestions?

This bar reminds me of Robby, Alyssa, and Bonnie -I remember she always looked like a beautiful barbie and always smelled like fruity yet sophisticated perfume. I remember her coming into the coffee shop I use to work at crying and when I asked her what was wrong she told me that her son was an ungrateful little shit... I'm sure she said that out of frustration

Is it wrong for me to write down conversations I've had with people? I'm writing about them because I want to remember them. If anything I'll change their names for purposes of anyone recognizing them.

I'm a bartender, going on my 3rd year now! I went from coffee barista to bartender... the truth is that being a barista was wayyyy more difficult than being a bartender.

Being a barista you have to deal with extremely picky-ass people, especially in the mornings when they're all cranky in need of their coffee fix... you'll get something crazy like a small vanilla quadruple shot americano in a medium cup with extra ice room for milk and a half scoop of no sugar added chocolate! Being a bartender wherever you go a Long Island will continue to be a Long Island! There was only one incident where a customer had asked me to make their drink without Gin because they were allergic but that's pretty much it. I suppose dealing with obnoxious drunks or bar fights would be the downside but even then,the human interaction makes it all worth it.

Logging out,
Herstory.