Static and Traffic
Saturday was the perfect day.
It was the perfect day to be in Ventura. It was the perfect day to own a convertible. It was the perfect day to go to the beach. It was the perfect day to go thrift-store shopping. It was the perfect day to be with Lauren. Not even the sadistically-timed traffic jam on the 101 could ruin the day. Even though it took La and I over an hour just to get to Main Street, it was worth it. We put our insecurities about the future and life away and enjoyed just being ourselves for the day. i felt infinite. The only thing that could have made the day better was if Kristen and Chelsea and Bean weren't at Cal Poly so they could have been infinite with us. If those sexy ladies were there, we would have to come up with a word that exceeds all expectations of perfect.
BUZZKILL: i saw The Amityville Horror on Saturday Night. I was so unbelievably scared, I had to call Lauren and make her stay on the phone with me while I drove home alone (-ahem-thanks for not answering your phone when i'm shitting my pants, kristen). oh, and then of course the parents had to ruin the fabulous day like they always do. SIGH. some things never change.
AND!!!!!!!!!!!
I took pictures of the perfect day to be appreciated and preserved forever on the fabulous world wibe web, for all, i think i have 6, of my friends to see. ENJOY
"i'm gonna miss seeing surfboards on cars when i'm in North Carolina."
WAY TO MISS THE THINGS THAT MATTER
the snake that gave Lauren a mini-heart attack and, therefore, caused the entire store to laught at her.
gorgeous.
I excel at taking centered pictures using only my right hand
after this Lauren and I got really scared because cops attacked the beach and then some strange Persian-looking guy started stalking us.
Me: "Do we like Thursday?"
Lauren: "The Day?"
YAYY! TRAFFIC! WHOOOOO!!!!
It was the perfect day to be in Ventura. It was the perfect day to own a convertible. It was the perfect day to go to the beach. It was the perfect day to go thrift-store shopping. It was the perfect day to be with Lauren. Not even the sadistically-timed traffic jam on the 101 could ruin the day. Even though it took La and I over an hour just to get to Main Street, it was worth it. We put our insecurities about the future and life away and enjoyed just being ourselves for the day. i felt infinite. The only thing that could have made the day better was if Kristen and Chelsea and Bean weren't at Cal Poly so they could have been infinite with us. If those sexy ladies were there, we would have to come up with a word that exceeds all expectations of perfect.
BUZZKILL: i saw The Amityville Horror on Saturday Night. I was so unbelievably scared, I had to call Lauren and make her stay on the phone with me while I drove home alone (-ahem-thanks for not answering your phone when i'm shitting my pants, kristen). oh, and then of course the parents had to ruin the fabulous day like they always do. SIGH. some things never change.
AND!!!!!!!!!!!
I took pictures of the perfect day to be appreciated and preserved forever on the fabulous world wibe web, for all, i think i have 6, of my friends to see. ENJOY
"i'm gonna miss seeing surfboards on cars when i'm in North Carolina."
WAY TO MISS THE THINGS THAT MATTER
the snake that gave Lauren a mini-heart attack and, therefore, caused the entire store to laught at her.
gorgeous.
I excel at taking centered pictures using only my right hand
after this Lauren and I got really scared because cops attacked the beach and then some strange Persian-looking guy started stalking us.
Me: "Do we like Thursday?"
Lauren: "The Day?"
YAYY! TRAFFIC! WHOOOOO!!!!