omg

I'm doing training in Los Angeles for a well-known national social justice service organization (not mentioning names because I'm not allowed). It has been kicking my ASS.

I'm banking tons of stories, rest assured. When I actually have time, I will be sure to transcribe my shitshow LA experience online, just for you. Like that time I got drunk in the Harry Potter 7 premiere. Or that time I got drunk in a dorm lobby watching Disney's Tangled. Or that time I got drunk after drinking a bottle of wine with my advisor. Or that time I got drunk after drinking an entire pitcher of margarita with my advisor. Or that time some guy bought me and some friends pancakes while we were drunk in a West Hollywood IHOP at 5am. (FYI, the WeHo IHOP is full of rainbow flags - we called it GayHOP.) Or that time I lost my phone in some weird ass California cactus bush (while drunk). Or the time I got locked out of my room and had to walk across campus - through a children's music camp, of course - barefoot and in my boxers (while still kind of drunk from the night before). no one can even HANDLE THIS LIFE

I will leave you with this LOLcat that sums up my life right now:

Good night. I need to get my four hours of sleep before I drag myself back into my 16-hour workday routine. wah white girl problems.

PS, this post probably makes me look like a drunk. I swear, I don't even drink that much. It's just that blog-worthy stories tend to happen when I do. You want a sober blog post about me sitting on my futon eating M&Ms and thinking about taking a nap? Didn't think so.