such a long drive

Current Music: Clicky sounds of an iMac keyboard (I don't know how to do bold or italics or lots of things on this computer... Blast)

So, the title could be a little misleading. While I am in California, it is not nearly as sunny as one would expect. Apparantly, I made it just in time for "June gloom"... I guess it is way hot and sunny in May and July, but just not... June. The weather here is a lot like Georgia I guess, except that there is no rain, little humidity, and it is at least 20 degrees cooler outside. Ok, so it is really nothing like Georgia. Maybe I'm just trying to find home.

I love it here; I really do. There is so much to see and so much ocean and so many people - and already a good handful of people that I care a lot about. But what does California have to offer me that Georgia doesn't? I could say the glory of hollywood, the beaches, the great weather, and of course, the hott surfers... but back home... well, it's home.

I came here for an escape. I came here to forget who I was, everything about Georgia, and to hopefully forget some of the things back there that have been holding me back for so long. But the simple truth is, you can't ever escape who you are and what is in your bones. I shouldn't even start to try.

But don't get me wrong... despite my tone, everything here is amazing. I'm falling in love with so much. But while I may be in love with California and everything that comes with it, my heart belongs to Georgia - humidity and all.

Posted by Sarah at 03:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

...because we're too cool for school

Here is the picture to prove that I graduated, because I know you didn't believe me.

I'm really sorry it's so huge. I still can't figure this out. But you can use your scroll bar! YAY!

Posted by Sarah at 04:48 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Current Music: In My Life - The Beatles

So, I shaved my legs today.

Lately, I have had little or no motivation to shave my legs more than once a week. I used to do it to be sexy, to be a girl, or whatever. Now I just do it because I just end up not liking being so hairy.

But really, I feel kind of strange about this, because I will just wear shorts or dresses and not care. Don't get me wrong, it's not like visible gross long scary man hair... I'm just not smooth. But, you know, it's not like there are going to be bunch of guys I like feeling on my legs.

Now that, to be perfectly honest, is motivation. Because believe me, if I go on a hott date, you can trust I will be shaving my legs.

I find that many of these things girls do to "pretty themselves up" really has nothing to do with their final appearance; for me, these things are just done as a way of making myself feel sexy. For instance, let's say I have a hott date (which I do. every day). I'll shave my legs and pretty up my toenails, being fully aware that what I'm wearing will be long pants and closed toe shoes. (Okay, the closed toe shoes thing is never going to happen because I am a flip flop girl, but it is just an example.) It's just part of the get pumped for the date routine. I feel sexy, so I must be sexy. Right?

The evolution of leg hair:
-In the beginning, you always want it to be smooth. Then hott boy will be very impressed at your extreme sexiness if he gets lucky enough to feel something as personal as your hott legs, and you will feel muy sexy.
-Gradually, you work into a stage where it can be less than cover girl perfect, and hott boy will not even notice. You feel that hott boy is no longer concerned with the smoothness of your legs, but you still keep it up just for him. You are happy, because hott boy is allowed to touch your legs anytime, and you are allowed to touch his. He is not happy when you pull at his leg hairs, but hey, you shave your legs, so it's almost the same.
-Hott boy and you go your seperate ways to meet other hott boys and girls. You allow your hair to grow to whatever length until you can't stand it anymore. You do not have to shave, because as of right now, no hott boys are touching your legs.
-You meet a new hott boy and find yourself shaving your legs every day, even if you will be wearing long pants. It may be impractical, but you feel oh-so-sexy.

*And the cycle continues.*

So, the first moral of this entry is that confidence is key.

The second is don't write journal entries past 4 AM.

Posted by Sarah at 04:40 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)