Mm. Fish and Chips

I needed a sabbatical so I took one and went to Santa Monica Pier yesterday via bus. It was foggy. It was cold. It was windy. It was dirty and sketch. It was beautiful. It turns out Third Street Promenade is only five minutes away from the beach. I had to cross this epic bridge to get down to the beach. Right before the bridge there's a monstrous drop off to where the beach was. So AWESOME. Anyway. I walked across this bridge to the pier. It's the pier where Iron Man was filmed and I had never seen a rollercoaster on a pier before so I nearly peed my pants. I walked to the end of the pier and compared to the Dania Beach's pier; this one could've eaten Dania all up. The freezing wind couldn't have been a better way to wake up my....."mojo"...yeah, let's call it that. Ha. That and Radiohead and Rachael Yamagata did well for my soul. I just spent two hours wandering the beach, checking out the bicyclers, joggers, and volleyball players. The way chic houses near the shore served as a plus too. After drifting, I made my way back up the cliff back to civilization and made another visit to Third Street. I just couldn't stay away from all the street performers. Thus, I came across Seis Cuerdas. OMG. I would give my soul to compose and play such great music.....and to be a street performer.
I, then, watched My Best friend's Girl and bought some winter clothes. Made my journey home by taking the 8 bus home to Ackermann Terminal. Hung out with Robin and Rachel while they were drunk...Best time of my life and played MAFIA until four in the morning. Sweet day.


I spent the whole day bonding with Robin today. Pretty cool. I played guitar in the DeNeve Quad on the grass while Robin studied next to me. It was way chill. The day went by fairly quickly since I started my day at two. I, then, went to play Apples to Apples with some peoples and Joel.......It was quite a different time from when I played with Gio, Ivan, Joni, and crew at Courtney's house. I now know why I have such a hard time adjusting here. FREAKING KIDS HAVE NO HUMOR. Irony to them is like fuckin' what, dare I say it, food is to Ethiopian children. I know that was harsh, but I'm trying to prove a point. The kids that I were playing with would never even have thought of such an analogy. UCLA attracts white-bread kids so worried about being politically correct they could never even see the humor in what Jeff and I laugh about every day of our lives. We made a dead baby song for crying out loud! COME ON! How about some pumpernickel kids? or multi-grain? (credit to Miss Seyfi.) One guy, Chris, from New York, was the most arrogant fool there. He was MUN this and MUN that. He apparently knew the whole make-up of Florida, of how Northern and Central Florida are redneckish and how South Florida is 75% Latino. Bro. If you haven't been there, don't assume you know the cultural dynamics of the place even if you know the statistical make-up. Ugh. Then! There was Pat? Btw I hate that name. Chub-chub, who puts engineers on the highest of pedastools, was way too eagar to interject every conversation with some kind of politically witty statement. Whoa, kid, whoa. But, these kids are smart and well-read. I'll give them that. Well-read enough to the point I can see egos subtly batting each other in mid-air. But. What the hell. I could care less about well-read people. How about some heart on this campus, eh? I don't dare generalize these observations to the whole of UCLA. If I did, I would lose all hope. Anyway. I'm here to do well in school. So that's what I'm going to do. Do well. Not well, but beautifully.

There's something great about growing up in the PP and the people I surrounded myself with. Good stuff.

"Suzanne

that santa monica stole your heart.

it means you're adjusting. : )"

Bless this child.