Dec 19, 2005 10:38
well... sorry i haven't updated lately, it's just that i've been way too busy with exams and coming to visit my family in the wonderland of LA, California.
A story:
Of course I have missed my family so much, i haven't seen then for five months, and i had to celebrate the holidays with out them and it was just annoying and stressful. The flight from Raleigh to Charlotte, Charlotte to LAX wasn't bad, given that my flight from Raleigh to Charlotte was at 6am, and my friends and i decided to stay up all nite and nap for about ten mins before leaving the house. I fell asleep on both flights, and i woke up in time to see the Grand Canyons, and and the landing. It was strange to land in Charlotte and know that i should be going home, to Charlotte, just a thirty minutes drive and i'm home. But anywhos, i finally landed in LA and seeing my family was wonderful, they haven't changed at all, and i'm happy about that.
So blah blah, and all that nice stuff happens and we're all happy and jolly and of course we fight like every normal family and then move on with our lives. My mom took me shopping around the Woodland Hills and i just about had an anxiety attack. Just driving around the city made me clinch tightly for my dear life. It's ridiculous, people don't give a damn about anyone else but themselves. Them bitches, no wonder there are so many accidents around here. Yet i figured that that's just them driving because they're stressed out, need to get to work, they're late, i was cutting them some slack. Yeah... about that, people here aren't nice. We went to a grocery store, it was packed, but everyone was pushing through and being extremely rude. I swear, no one here knows these words: excuse me, sorry, please and thank you. Besides being pushed from side to side, corner to corner, i was being demanded at the same time and given the most ridiculously terrible looks. It's probably because i wasn't wearing any Chuck Taylor's or Vans.
Which leads me to the my next topic of why California is terrible and the East Coast is ten times better.
Everyone here owns a pair of Converse, Vans, skater shoes. Everyone. No matter how young or how old, you must own one if you want to live in California. On top of that... I ran away from Charlotte because of the extreme emo/hardcore/skaters/punks/bitches. They all look exactly the same to me. I really think that cloning humans has already happened. And, i'd be alright with them all looking like this if they weren't so mean about it. Everyone stares everyone down here and it's horrible. Aren't there any nice people left on the West Coast any more? Really, i'm just scared to be here. Because even if i wear my Converse shoes, i don't have a sick hair cut, i don't wear tight ass jeans with band shirts, i don't look like the protoge of any one band... oh dear me.
So Cal fashion makes me upset. I know that fashion trend that emerges from here is due to all the silly TV shoes about California, Hollywood and all the bands that orginate here. AAAHHH!!! I want to go home!
the end.
sorry this happens to be a terrible journal entry, but really, it's so hard to be here and just see my family. I have no one my age, my friends are all 3,000 miles away, and to make matters worse, Jake Gyllenhaal is no where in sight. haha. hmmm.
i love you and i miss you!