#hohdash

Guess who is, as of a few hours ago, officially officially 21?

Now that finals are done and summer’s here, it’s time to kick back, bask in completing my first year of college, and sleep in. 

I have returned from a very lengthy encounter with the pizza merchant who didn’t believe Asgardia was a real place. Fortunately, he was educated. Unfortunately, my pizza has turned as frozen as Jötunheimr’s mountain tops. 

Los Angeles, I am beginning to question if I will ever adapt to your climate. Or is it that I’ve grown used so used to changing weather, that this stability seems foreign? 

Your efforts are sound, however it’s more like...Swift. But forsake the W and the T. Sif. 

I’m a grown woman who is still incapable of cooking for herself. Should I be admitting this? Probably not. Does it mean I know this town’s take-out like the back of my hand? You betchya.