I’m addicted to pulling out weeds. Especially dandelion weeds. My whole body is sore from gardening. Have I finally found a physical activity that I actually might enjoy? Hmmm

Today I went to La Grande Orange Cafe – more food adventures with Avi, Jackie and Karishma. We are a very hungry bunch.

It’s my 28th birthday today. Had lunch with Avi and friends. Steven gave me a bunch of awesome gifts including a worm composter!!

I bought a new set of drawers from ikea and used it to organize all the crap off my desk. Feels good to clean it all up!

On the right, some food from Haus desserts in K-town. There is also a picture of the fire pit from the rooftop of Steven’s condo. We finally started filming part of his script yesterday, and it was pretty interesting.

I went to the LACMA museum today with Steven to see the Stanley Kubrick exhibition. Steven was really into it. What made the trip worthwhile for me though was seeing the typewriter used in The Shining, a cappuccino from C&M, and seeing Russell Brand (who was also visiting the Kubrick exhibition). I was too shy to ask for a picture so I took a picture of other people who were taking a picture of him.

On a side note, it’s funny that in his most recent tabloid he is picking his nose in pretty much the same outfit I saw him wearing today. I think that’s his most endearing quality – doing gross things in public.

Steven took me to Roman Cucina, and we watched Downton Abbey back at home. Then he surprised me with flowers and a gift!

I would be more sympathetic to others, but when I think about the cruelty people are capable of, it doesn’t seem worthwhile to commit to a singular emotion for anyone. Instead, I think temporary sympathy can be granted to someone who has suffered from something he or she doesn’t seem to deserve. Then, when that happens, it seems so pretentious to even “grant” someone sympathy. You’re putting yourself above others for your own convenience. This sort of self gratuitous thinking only justifies why no one deserves any kind of absolute judgement.

I thought I already posted this earlier but apparently it didn’t go through. We went to see LNA last night and it was nice but crowded. The crowd was also belligerent and unfriendly. I don’t think I can do clubbing anymore. I’d rather spend a quiet afternoon with an old friend at a cafe.

Jetlag has been killing me. I don’t remember having gone through this much trouble before. I’m wondering if it’s because I fear I lack structure in my life. I get anxiety every time someone asks me what I’m doing. I often want to say I’m not doing anything. I know it’s not true, but since coming home, I’ve felt stressed that I haven’t jumped right back into productivity. Why is it that I feel my life’s worth is so dependent on my work output? Or is it just because I’m getting older that I can’t get over jetlag as easily?

My aunt was pressuring me to get married and have kids, but I don’t feel ready at all yet.