Summer, Pt. 2

last book i've read: Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak
music currently caressing my ears: some Coldplay, some football
general mood: gone
quote i just thought of: n/a

After Cancun, I had California to look forward to. The most unexpected death of my uncle Greg caused a huge dent in my short-lived happiness, but thank goodness I was around to at least go to the wake and funeral. He passed away August 1st, I left for California August 9th. It was a welcome vacation from the reality that never ceases to laugh in my face.

I was in California for nearly a month. The weather was great, being with Wayland was the best, spending time with his family was fun. However, I've slipped back into my unwelcome old habit. My self-esteem is nearly nonexistent and I see no end to this tunnel. I'm sorry I must dump this here, or maybe I'm not sorry, it's going here anyway.

We visited The Bead Shop and I bought beads and empty earring loops with which to make my own earrings. Wayland and I went to a Giants game in San Francisco; they lost against the Rockies. We went around SF to Ghirardelli square, Pier 39, Fisherman's Wharf, taking the trolley to get places. We chilled in the apartment, cooking chicken and watching food network and doing nothing important. Best of all, we went to Las Vegas, thanks to his dad. We stayed with Layne's girlfriend, who was very courteous (and well off, needs to be said). The house was beautiful, the view of the strip was wonderful, and then staying at Caesar's Palace for three nights was an experience. I'll never know what it is to be rich enough not to worry about money, but I had a taste of it then. I am spoiled, and wonder about the things I receive, wondering if I was worth it at all. It was fun while it lasted. We watched three shows while there: blue man group, cirque du soleil's ka, and jubilee, all with their own style and purpose - I loved it.

I had fun in California. Now if only I could stay there, and not worry about school or grades or future or life, in general.