Ever wake up one morning and realize that the occasional pesky feelings of inadequacy are due to the fact that your every day life is populated by scores of really really ridiculously good looking people and that maybe you should cut yourself a little slack sometimes? Living not only in California, but in Santa Barbara (the good-looking (in a blonde, tan, skinny, looks good playing beach volleyball sort of way) capital of the world) and not only going to the college but being a theater major thus always surrounded by dancers and actors ie. beautiful, magnetic, amazing, talented people can get under your skin sometimes. Sometimes I have to smack myself in the head and say "you're amazing, poop on your insecurities." It's just something to giggle about. 
In other news, what's with this week? Everyone is so stressed. Deeply stressed. Must be something in the air.
It rained today. I grabbed my ubrella and my mp3 player and took a walk through the slummy streets of Isla Vista out to the cliffs over the beach. In the dying daylight the wet streets looked so sad and dirty. Brown sludge in the gutters, boys beer-bonging on their lawn before the sun has even set, girls in their matching sorority get-ups leaving nothing to the imagination, carcasses of couches that have been set on fire and left on the street, stray cats, set to a beautiful soundtrack blasting in my headphones. I walked by my old appartment, where I spent 9 months living with three girls who've moved away now, raising our puppy, cooking and laughing together, I realized that I'll never have that moment of life back again. And out on the cliff tops in the wind with the music blaring I faced the sun rays penetrating the clouds and cried. And it felt wonderful.
In other news, what's with this week? Everyone is so stressed. Deeply stressed. Must be something in the air.
It rained today. I grabbed my ubrella and my mp3 player and took a walk through the slummy streets of Isla Vista out to the cliffs over the beach. In the dying daylight the wet streets looked so sad and dirty. Brown sludge in the gutters, boys beer-bonging on their lawn before the sun has even set, girls in their matching sorority get-ups leaving nothing to the imagination, carcasses of couches that have been set on fire and left on the street, stray cats, set to a beautiful soundtrack blasting in my headphones. I walked by my old appartment, where I spent 9 months living with three girls who've moved away now, raising our puppy, cooking and laughing together, I realized that I'll never have that moment of life back again. And out on the cliff tops in the wind with the music blaring I faced the sun rays penetrating the clouds and cried. And it felt wonderful.
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ooo.. and maybe i will get a tattoo whilst we are there.