Good Host

Finally I am in the west coast.
I realized the night before that I actually have to go back to Mass before my birthday to renew my license because I was dumb and didn't realize that my license expires on my 21st birthday. Frig... this summer is hella expensive. But let the festivities begin... july 8th.... PARTAY!!!

So. After a long tiring day, I realized what a pain it is to be a good host. Not only do you have to pick up the friend at the airport, paying for tolls and gas, you also have to drop everything in your life and entertain your guest too. I'm usually always the host to people since I'm always in Boston @ stuvi hosting friends or at my home as well. I'm so used to it because I usually enjoy hosting people because that's just how I roll. I'm more of a care-taker than a person who gets taken care of.. except by my parents and my future b friend :-)

but i realized what a burden it feels like to be the guest. For people to plan out everything to do for you and go wherever you wanna go and basically be chaueffeurs.. man. it sucks. And these people have to do it again and again as countless people come to visit LA and have all similar friends. Man. what a drag. Well, I guess this is part of friendship.

It was weird leaving Boston. So many people leaving... some things staying the same. Most of the seniors if not all are not really doing anything. None have jobs really and most are just bumming around. It's kind of sad. I would be scared out of my mind if I didn't have a plan. I always need a plan... God has big plans for me.. don't you?