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I graciously lent my camera to my brother for his trip to Korea and he comes back with it broken and completely unable to take pictures. I'm not really sure if it's fixable...but I miss my camera! My journal been filled with just text for so long and I hate when I see a picture perfect moment and can't even capture it. Pooh.
I got dragged to San Diego to have dinner with the family today and while driving back we drove through this downtown area called the Gaslamp District. There were live, hopping dance clubs and Irish pubs and high end clothing stores and a horse and carriage and wow! I didn't know San Diego had a night life like this. It reminded me of a mini New York minus the smelly, dirty streets and the cabs.
It was weird just passing by it--I'm so used to living in sheltered OC suburbia that it's not often you see guys playing guitar on the street hoping to get some change while a bustle of high-heeled boot wearing girls barge into a flashing dance club.
I saw this guy sitting alone outside one the restaurants sipping his beer and taking drags of his cigar. I thought it was odd because everywhere else you see groups of people, couples holding hands, a crowd of college students or crowds of people in general walking back and forth. But there he was, the one guy all by his lonesome on a Saturday night in downtown San Diego. (Okay maybe he wasn't the only guy, but it sure seemed like it) I could see him staring out at everyone else, and I swear, he almost looked sad, like he just got dumped or something. And then he heaved this really big heavy sigh and kept drinking his beer. Sometimes I wonder about strangers like him. I'm not extremely outgoing, nor am I introverted, but I tend to like to watch things from the sidelines and just observe. Maybe someone died or he cheated on his girlfriend or his mom just kicked him out of the house-- I mean who knows?
I sound like a creeper, but people are more interesting to me when I know nothing about them. At school, I generally don't care a lick about you (not totally true) because I have an idea (probably a really judgemental) one of who you are. But random people you see in the city? There's such a mystery. I like to think up a story of who they might be, where they might be going, what they might be like.
I guess sometimes the less you know, the better.
I got dragged to San Diego to have dinner with the family today and while driving back we drove through this downtown area called the Gaslamp District. There were live, hopping dance clubs and Irish pubs and high end clothing stores and a horse and carriage and wow! I didn't know San Diego had a night life like this. It reminded me of a mini New York minus the smelly, dirty streets and the cabs.
It was weird just passing by it--I'm so used to living in sheltered OC suburbia that it's not often you see guys playing guitar on the street hoping to get some change while a bustle of high-heeled boot wearing girls barge into a flashing dance club.
I saw this guy sitting alone outside one the restaurants sipping his beer and taking drags of his cigar. I thought it was odd because everywhere else you see groups of people, couples holding hands, a crowd of college students or crowds of people in general walking back and forth. But there he was, the one guy all by his lonesome on a Saturday night in downtown San Diego. (Okay maybe he wasn't the only guy, but it sure seemed like it) I could see him staring out at everyone else, and I swear, he almost looked sad, like he just got dumped or something. And then he heaved this really big heavy sigh and kept drinking his beer. Sometimes I wonder about strangers like him. I'm not extremely outgoing, nor am I introverted, but I tend to like to watch things from the sidelines and just observe. Maybe someone died or he cheated on his girlfriend or his mom just kicked him out of the house-- I mean who knows?
I sound like a creeper, but people are more interesting to me when I know nothing about them. At school, I generally don't care a lick about you (not totally true) because I have an idea (probably a really judgemental) one of who you are. But random people you see in the city? There's such a mystery. I like to think up a story of who they might be, where they might be going, what they might be like.
I guess sometimes the less you know, the better.