lets see. today i went with my typical anti-social routine. i read, ate, and went to the beach. that's one thing i love here. i found this kinda hiddenish beach that is usually free of people. it's so pretty, the sun reflecting off the crashing waves, the sand so smooth and littered with shells. and i just listen to music and walk in the waves for literally hours. i love going down there at night, when the moon and stars are reflecting off the water.i jog down the stretch of the beach, and dance in the waves, lol. and call my parents to freak them out with the fact im on a beach alone in the middle of the night. ha.
there is a dance going on here right now. the activities were interupted by the fire alarm going off, lol, but now they have resumed. of course, i havent set foot in any of the dances yet. i dont really fit in with all the mini-skirted, belly-barring whores. plus the guys are assholes. example, here is one question i was asked: "where your parents drunk when they named you?" thanks.
im def. addicted to coke (the cola, not drug, as many suspect). i have at least 2 bottles a day, and suffer cravings if i don't. another way to add to my insaneness.
the good news is, i get to room alone now. my roommate wants to move in with someone else (ouch.) but it will be awesome not having to share such a cramped space anymore.
ok, well, i suppose i've written enough. i miss sa and everyone; much love (and if your feeling adventurous, you are encouraged to come kidnap me from this place. UCSB. santa cruz dorms.) thanks