“Writing is flying in dreams. When you remember. When you can. When it works. It's that easy.”
been driving. it's relaxing, relieving. and since it's december and the moon likes to show up hours earlier than summer months, the nightdrives are particularly the best and most anticipated times of the week for me.
i've got a car, an old toyota but it runs and it's a car and i'm ecstatic.
i don't have a license. so taking trips with my buddies all over orange county, from the beach to the hills, is kind of the riskiest thing i've (ever?) done. i'm on the task of getting that handled though, hopefully meeting the deadline by winter break which starts next weekend. planning to roadtrip with a dear friend of mine. up north to san francisco. he wants to go to mendocino county or something.
for the fuck of it. on the road. highway 1. the glistening ocean to our left the entire ride.
that is, unless he decides to take off on his own before then, hitchhiking/walking his way up there, leaving me to follow in his footsteps by car.
drove down PCH and stopped by newport. took a stroll down the old pier, and sat out watching the waves. i find myself driving to beach a lot. well where else? it's expected.
getting used to driving on the freeway. it's intense, but getting used to it.
sometimes i can't even get myself up to go to school. lately i've been feeling a little depressed, a little inadequate. a little conflicted, a little lonely, and internally enraged, against authority and society as always.
bought my first pack of cigarettes legally today.
i've got a car, an old toyota but it runs and it's a car and i'm ecstatic.
i don't have a license. so taking trips with my buddies all over orange county, from the beach to the hills, is kind of the riskiest thing i've (ever?) done. i'm on the task of getting that handled though, hopefully meeting the deadline by winter break which starts next weekend. planning to roadtrip with a dear friend of mine. up north to san francisco. he wants to go to mendocino county or something.
for the fuck of it. on the road. highway 1. the glistening ocean to our left the entire ride.
that is, unless he decides to take off on his own before then, hitchhiking/walking his way up there, leaving me to follow in his footsteps by car.
drove down PCH and stopped by newport. took a stroll down the old pier, and sat out watching the waves. i find myself driving to beach a lot. well where else? it's expected.
getting used to driving on the freeway. it's intense, but getting used to it.
sometimes i can't even get myself up to go to school. lately i've been feeling a little depressed, a little inadequate. a little conflicted, a little lonely, and internally enraged, against authority and society as always.
bought my first pack of cigarettes legally today.