San Diego

Sorry this took so long to update, I've been busy. We stayed at a weird hotel in Boston for a night, then woke up at like 6 A.M. to make our flight. The plane ride was okay (5.5 hours, nonstop, Boston to San Diego). I didn't watch any T.V. or movies in the plane, I finished reading We instead and I must say- it's probably one of the best books I've ever read. Confession: I snorted adderall in the plane bathroom. We also went to a steak restaurant in boston and they had very good steak along with a giant light up cactus. I blew chunks in the bathroom after eating. I told everyone I could make it a year, that throwing up really wasn't that important in my life (and I like to think it isn't) but I guess I was wrong. . . Because the last time I threw up was in November (or sometime in the late fall).

Ohh, and how I'd love to attach all the pictures I took today & yesterday but I can't because the USB reader-thing is broken. Also- today we went to Lego Land and I'm very sun burned (mmstinging). I got hit on by one of the people working there, because I took a picture of the lego corn (yes, there was lego corn) and he was like "OHH are you taking a picture of my corn?" and I just laughed, but then he actually tried to make conversation so I just walked away. . .

It's been hard the past couple of days, as much as I disapprove of complaining I've become the most whiny bitch on the face of the planet. Just because I've had cravings and my period and dealing with my family 24/7 doesn't help. This would be perfect if my family wasn't here (family vacation is an oxymoron).

But I believe and think that the Virgin Mary loves Los Angeles and the surrounding area/southern CA because it just. . . I don't know, it just feels right. The people here are nice, example: I asked this guy for a cigarette and he says "SURE!" and smiles and asks if I need a light too. That doesn't happen on the east coast, it just doesn't. The weather is beautiful, and the ocean is always within walking distance.

And one last thing before I watch a movie with Ryan-- Under the Bridge: I used to love that song in 8th grade, and everyone still loves it but I don't like it anymore unless I get urges for dope/I'm coming down because that's what the song's about. . . That's what it was written for, if you haven't done heroin why would you listen to a song about it? It's like making a person who's perfectly content with their life read The Bell Jar, does that make sense? I just like Under the Bridge because it's so perfect, it's exactly how one feels, or, how I feel at least. . . On the plane I broke down the song line for line and analyzed it like it was a poem and, I guess that's a bit excessive/stupid but, I just makes sense. . . I like things that make sense.

If you're reading this I probably miss you,

-Alanna

p.s. sorry for the shitty webcam photo, I'll put up another one with a better everything (we have a supafly view of the ocean & some of the skyline since we're on the 8th floor)