good day. spent a few hours at the beach with a bunch of sexy girls, a nice day, no shirt, and a midsummer night’s dream. it was a pleasant combination. it was, oddly, the second time in a single week that i was out in the sun with no shirt though (the first was friday’s waterloo day), so i’m afraid i might be in danger of losing my glorious un-tan. and everyone knows how the chicks love pale guys. i’ve never been much of a person for pursuing a tan body, but having it happen incidentally like this is fine by me. it’s like dying your hair, the new color is a nice change of pace for a little bit. sort of. but not the same. but as for girls wanting to be tan and wearing very revealing bathing suits while i’m hanging out with them, hey, i can’t argue with that.
on the way back from the beach we even stopped and got some crepes from real french people. they spoke french to each other and everything. you don’t see so much of that in LA, really, so it was cool. lots of spanish-speaking burrito vendors, but not so many crepes. plus they tasted really good, so i was down. mmm, apple cinnamon. and my girlfriend and i made stir fry for dinner which is a huge deal for us, having to cut and prepare meat and vegetables and sauces and all that… so that was delicious and satisfying too. aaah, good day. very sad night though for a few reasons (in chronological order): [1] i’m talking to a friend of mine who’s sad, and that makes me sad, and we agree that we’re both not as happy as we could be for reasons we can’t seem to pinpoint. what to do about this, well, not knowing is the problem, see? [2] i have to go to work tomorrow at 9:30, and i’m sure once i’m there i’ll already start wishing it was the weekend again. this is a bad way to operate. at least i have blogger. and lastly, [3] my roommate and probably (definitely) best buddy here in LA, josh, is leaving tomorrow night for a semester in brisbon australia. man, i don’t even know what i’m gonna do about that. but this is the point where i can’t not think about it anymore, because he’s packing all his stuff as i type. (pouty face)…man this is sad. if i don’t stop dwelling it’ll tip the scales and the crepes won’t be able to pull me back toward thinking today is a good day. so i’m gonna go have a root beer and try to feel better.
more from work tomorrow, naturally.