reagan

The less i write out my thoughts, the more i begin to enjoying keeping them to myself.
But I feel like a proper update is in order, since things have been fairly nonstop for the past few weeks...

and SO...ahem....

I Spent a week in Seattle to visit a friend. It was lovely. for the first time, i wasn't the only person walking around with a bulky camera taking pictures of things that look seemingly insignificant.

The vacation was just what i needed to cheer me up from the isolated lifestyle i was developing in new york. It was spending a week with people who made me laugh, and were always on the same page as me.

(picture taken by Codyfase)

(picture taken by the St. Reagan)

I was recently asked, far to many times, about the medical bracelet on my wrist.
I celebrated the first day of spring, by crashing my friends car on my last day in Seattle.
I borrowed Fases car in order to find a car wash, since i had spit bubble tea and ashed cigarettes all over it all week.
While crossing an intersection, a middle aged woman decided to run a red light and ram into the car.
this is the closest reenactment i can give you.
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They had to cut my rings off because they were kind of bashed into my hand, and i finally had to take out my small earrings, for xrays.
That jewelry was on my body since i was in high school. Letting it go was like ending an era.
it was probably the worst part of the accident, for me.
the best part may have been that instead of disowning me for crashing his car, my friend sat in the emergency room for something like 7 hours waiting to make sure i was ok.
so that hospital bracelet will stay on for as long as it wants.
Im far to sentimental.

Nixon and i flew out to Orlando, from California to practice for this. And in a few hours we get to fly right back over...and past it to get to Australia.
For the first time in this entire show, i get to dance around to something that doesn't make me feel completely ridiculous.
I'm excited about it.
Although I've lived in Florida for a large percentage of my life, i never really spent much time in Orlando. I kind of like it. Or more so, i think i like the people I'm surrounded by.

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I've been feeling very lucky, recently.
I feel extremely loved and so i love in return.
(such a strange concept....)

Except for bananas. I fucking hate that fruit......