Friendships Past and Present

I was stuck in horrible traffic last Friday and I started thinking about all the friends I was close to in High School and how i am not close to any of them now.  I suppose I went down this memory lane because my high school reunion is this year and I was reminiscing about old friendships.  It's funny how I was so fiercely loyal to these girls and they were to me, even when we really had little to nothing in common and just irritated each other sometimes.  I remember thinking that I was such an adult and could handle not only the intricacies of figuring myself out, but others as well. In all honesty I think it's taken a good decade to really get to know what I want out of life and who I am, and I am still discovering things.
It's just an interesting thing to think about.  I used to let people walk all over me sometimes in order to keep our friendship intact.  I wanted friends and I thought that I was a good one by doing that.  Reality check: Letting people walk all over you does not make you a good friend.  I remember one friend pointing out something that really made her mad, that I had done.  I was shocked, although what she said was true I just couldn't believe it.  I had let so many of her faults pass and would let things fester and not tell her about them. Lesson learned.  You just can't do things like that. Friendships are work, sometimes a lot of work.  And just because a friendship doesn't last, it is okay.  Not all of my friendships from high school ended with some big climatic fight.  Most of us just grew apart.  We grew up and grew into the women we are today.  I think it's great when I hear about people being friends since high school.  Although it's not my case, I hope that those people truly work on and cherish those friendships.  All of my friends no matter how far apart we have grown now, have taught me valuable lessons about people, life and myself.  So to all my girlfriends from my school days: Sabrina, Missy, Allie, Anna, Shannon, Lisa and Cambria; thank you for being a friend and allowing me to be yours in some of the most trying and exciting years of our lives.  I have also realized that quantity is not quality. I am grateful to all the friends I have today and happy to be part of their lives as they are of mine.

Another Ride on the 405

I get sweet satisfaction when I watch someone cut me off on the freeway, zoom in and out of traffic that is very clearly bogging up in front of us ( you can see the sea of break lights ), lose sight of them, only to pass them up a few minutes later.  Deep down inside I do an evil laugh.  Then I say to myself, "That's what you get!" It makes sitting in traffic fun. It's like a game, that no one knows I'm playing.
I also wonder why when sitting in traffic people blatantly stare at one another.  I mean googly eyes popping out just staring. And then when I catch them, they don't even look away.  Usually if I stare at someone it's because they're are picking their nose or something.  I saw a guy just going to town on a pimple on his face. It kind of made me want to gag. Sure we all get them, but yuck, no one wants to see you demolish it!
Other random thoughts while driving to work today:
*Men and women are sometimes so ridiculously different, but in the end it's a really good thing. I'd probably hate my bf if he were like me.
*The part I like about moving is taping and labeling boxes. I like writing the letters all neat and fancy. I don't know why. Sometimes I put a little design under the words.  My mom caught me doing this last night as I helped her pack and with laughter in her voice asked me what I was doing? I just smiled.
*Disneyland is awesome and I can't wait to go this weekend.  I seriously get excited like a 5 year old. It's incurable.
and last *How did I let my car get this disgusting? I'm embarrassed to be driving in this dirty car. Hmmm...could that be why people are staring? Maybe they are looking to see who would let their car get so gross. I should stare back and point to myself and say yes it's me. I'm disgusting. Until next time! Safe driving!

Going in a Different Direction

I have recently decided to take this blog in a different direction.  What is the reason you ask?  I know that all my followers (my family that reads this) will want to know. In fact I just know that is the question on everyone's mind these days.  Previously this blog was "Adventures in Apartment Life" and i got bored.  When I get bored I change things up and frankly the things that happen during my day are much more food for thought while sitting, parked on the 405 during my daily commute.  So welcome to the new stories of  "Parked on the Freeway."
My most recent thoughts:
*There are too many people in this sprawling metropolis of Los Angeles
*I know this by deductive reasoning.  It takes an hour to get to and from work. I work 12 miles from my home.  If I drive this same drive at 10pm at night, it takes me 20 to 25 minutes depending on my speed.
*The 405 is a breeding ground for anger and contempt.  I have to listen to soothing music so as to not let my mood match that of other drivers.
*The 405 is also a creator of wrinkles and back issues.  Sometimes I catch myself with my face scrunched up into some unrecognizable faces and my hands gripping the steering wheel watching people act crazy. Stress tends to build up in my back so I feel like I have eternally tight shoulders.  I turned my head the wrong way the other day and had a neck spasm that literally paralyzed me for a few seconds.  People say I should get this looked at...eh.
Nothing out of the ordinary right now, although I'm sure I'll have some interesting stories to post later. Although I did see a guy driving with a parrot on his shoulder. My thought: "Eww gross what if he poops!"