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So Jessica and I finally got a group together to go to the beach. We had some troubles getting there (which involved me not watching what the hell I was doing and suddenly realizing we were on our way to San Francisco, hey I only went 3 miles too far). Then we got to the beach and it was like gone. I mean literally gone. It was an Island of sand inhabited by about 5000 seagulls. Some idiots disturbed the seagulls and we had to run back to the car carrying all our stuff to avoid being pooped upon.
We had better luck with the second beach. We made this huge space with towels and picnic type things. It was a lot of FOOD, ahhhh but it was soo good. Then on the way back we got stuck on 92 behind this asshole who couldn't tell what they were doing. Like nine cars got backed up behind this one person who, I swear to God, was acting drunk at 3:15 pm.
to whom it may concern . . .The pirates of the carribean soundtrack is hilarious to listen to in the car. Also jumping off the side of a cliff is not conducive to one's health. Trust me. I tried it.