Outside lands, 2 days, golden gate park, music festival, august 14 and 15. This Saturday and Sunday. We are making out was to San Fran by Friday.

After another couple of weeks, or a few days and another few stops we got to Santa Barbara. So we got to Santa Barbara the last night of fiesta. Apparently it’s a huge party on State Street with confetti and bands and tons of people and sold out motels everywhere. Thankfully a friend of mine from high school years lives in Santa Barbara so we met him up and went out with him and his friends then slept on his floor. This time Fred and I came prepared with blankets and a pad and pillows because we might go camping. It was a fun night, lots of stuff going on.

The next day we checked into a motel on State Street. It was great, a bed, mirrors, a shower, and State Street. Fred had never seen the original Alice in Wonderland. We downloaded it and watched it in the morning, after a J.

The next day we were off to San Louis Obispo where we are now and where I am writing this little blurb. Its great here, less people that in southern California and I love that. The sky is clearer and the weather is warmer and the sky is sunnier and blue. One of my best friends from high school lives here and we hung out with her, Liz.

Fern Gully is Avatar. Avatar is Fern Gully. Scene for scene.

We went to Avilla beach. It was nice, very cute little town above it, freezing water. Then Liz, Fred, and I found this trail. The trail led to stairs. By the way the trail was in a bunch of cliffs with the ocean at the bottom and mansions on top, it was Shell Beach. So back to the stairs, steep stairs clearly just chizzled out. Then there were ropes installed in the cliffs for you to hold onto and climb down the cliff. It was sort of like rock climbing the opposite way and with ropes to hold onto. I did scratch my ass a few times but we finally got dow, down to a nude beach balled pirates cove. Only a few people, some couples, such nice people. One guy gave me a peace sign with his fingers when we walked by and when we left he said ‘goodbye’ when we left, like it was his personal beach. He was bald, tan, good aged, and big dicked, not what you would expect. There was a topless woman

playing ball with her dog, nice boobs.

I love finding awesome spots by the beach. Secluded hide aways filled with goodies. In San Diego in sunset cliffs we found a secret stoner playground. Off the made up trail that we made was an irie dream. It had rope swings that you could run off the side of the dirt to get a running start, two of them. And up to the right was a bench with a perfect view of the ocean and carvings into the tree behind it.

I don’t know what today is going to bring or tomorrow. I just can’t wait to Outside Lands.

back at it

It was touch and go there for a while, everything was, at least for me. a week with my family in long beach away from my Australian was pretty boring. What got me through was knowing that I only had to be there a week. When I would sit in a chair and read or watch t.v all night I would cry to myself that I’m wasting my gorgeous 22 years but just then I would say its only temporary. I had a wonderful time with my family, but it was temporary. Then I met Fred in San Diego. We slept on our friends roof right on the bay and saw the Sea World fire works at night, for free.

We took a trip in Tucson, not recommended in the summer months.

Back to San Diego.

For my Australians birthday we went to Kate Sessions park in San Diego. It overlooks the bay and the ocean and the whole of the city. It’s such an awesome, awe-striking view. There was also a live band in the park that day and so many people. It was like a music festival with how many people there were. Instead of high people dressed as fairies there were families with babies and wine, volleyball courts with big muscly guys on them and their chicks. We barbequed and enjoyed the bomb band. They were jammin. As for us, Blunt and a long, long night. We got to sit in on a jam session with some guys in a house and got to bed on our friends floor at about 5 or 6am.

in venice beach

theres the dopeness and theres the wackness. which one do you see?

"Certain people you just can't trust, you know?

Never trust anyone who doesn't smoke pot or listen to Dylan.

Never trust anyone who doesn't like the beach"

-The Wackness

Embrace everything that comes your way, even if its shit, especially if its shit.

-Marina

I brought Chivalry to an Australian, and to myself

He is a wonderful boyfriend. But he was never taught to open the doors for the ladies. So it’s not his fault that he doesn’t, he said he just never thought about it. I had to tell him that I need that. In a nice way of course.

I thought he was going to open the door for me one night but he actually forgot which side of the car to enter because in Australia you drive on the other side of the car and the road. So when we got in the car I said

“aw, I thought you were opening the door for me. I would like that very much.”

That’s all it takes ladies, a simple reminder. And then another.

Then when we did the long 7 hour trip back to Long Beach from Santa Cruz I taught him what my parents taught me.

-Men always open the doors for their women. LADIES FIRST, duh.

I can not let that go.

I am special to him, that’s why I’m his girlfriend.

So, moral of the story, ladies speak up and don’t settle for anything less than what you want.

keep moving on

Good-bye San Francisco with your cloudy sky’s and your really harsh winds and your beautiful landscape and the way art is incorporated in every nook and cranny. Good-bye winter weather in July and hello Santa Cruz. On the drive to Santa Cruz, Fred driving, we stopped at the berry farm. We picked fresh strawberries and blackberries from a strawberry field. The things I do I can’t even believe. They are small but are very sweet and delicious. Then we made our way to Matt's house. He's about 38 years old, shorter than me but who isn’t and very kind. He met Fred when he was living on the top apartment from him in Perth. He lives in between these two big beautiful houses, in the back in a small one bedroom. But it’s so cute, even the white refrigerator is mini sized.

It was very sunny and like summer again when we drove in. we parked the car, said hi to matt, and went a exploring. Got some 24 oz Negro especials from the store and walked on the boardwalk and through town. The boardwalk is a carnival equips with rides and roller coasters, a stage, merry go rounds, an arcade, and stands along the boardwalk, so quite literally a carnival. The sand was so soft and warm and light. It was a perfect summers day with my love after 2 weeks of shitty weather.
We went to this restaurant on the boardwalk with matt, his friend Warren, who is Hawaiian and has black hair to his shoulders and was so awesome. Later on Jamie, his girlfriend who works in the city and fires people for UCSF medical school joined us. We had drinks there and quite the salsa for the chips. Warren ordered oysters and nobody at the table wanted any. They served him on small, weird looking one and so they brought him two more. He gave one to me, after my second attempt with those boogery things I won’t’ be coming back.

Then it got cold.

We went to a taquiria then got beers and went to Matt’s. One beer did me in then I was on the verge of falling asleep, probably did a few times. They were talking about the documentary the Cove and how its bullshit that eating dolphins is part of the Japanese culture. Jamie went to UNIVERSITY OF ARIZONA also; she was admiring my cat card. It’s cool that people from my school are all over the US and I have a chance to meet them.

Fred and I took the cushions off the couch and made a bed on the floor. Every morning that I wake up next to him I’m so content and happy and think that this is what I have been waiting for. I have been waiting for someone to make me feel happier every day to be with him and someone to want to explore and have adventure after adventure with me. This morning he told me that I'm fascinating. He tells me he loves me. And I actually can freely say it back; nothing within me is holding the words back.

We drove back to Long Beach and watched Mallrats and went to bed. Now hes in San Diego with some friends while i catch up with my family and friends here for a week. Its my brothers birthday on Sunday, he will be 28. Im going to go to Venice beach and get him some awesome art and pictures to put in his new apartment. Then Fred and I will be off to Tucson, AZ.

I love it.

Chivalry is dead so I hear, so ok, I'll bring it back.

I was struggling with how to write this, if I should do it in first person because then everyone will know what is happening with me and I wont be mysterious anymore, or if I should do it and leave myself out but when I thought about how I would write it instead it just didn’t work out. I decided to write the truth because I have a question. Not exactly a question so much as when this happens I grunt to myself and I know why, now after many grunts and ‘what the fuck’ faces I decided to finally answer it on paper and get it out of my head.

I recently became a “girlfriend” for the first time in my life, I’m 22 years old. Of course I have dated and you know but to deem someone my “boyfriend” is quite a meaningful, kind of a big deal to me, it’s like a push away phrase of any guy friends. But have one and he is freakin amazing and always down to do fun things like me. One thing, he doesn’t pay for me most of the time, actually never, really.

There are two ways that I’m thinking about this.

Way #1 is we both are traveling. He lives in Australia and he has come to America to travel around with me for the whole summer. So he doesn’t have that much money at the moment and he needs to make it last the summer.

But…

Way #2 I is m your girlfriend. Doesn’t that mean you won over other guys A.K.A I could have not picked you, so shouldn’t I be like your princess. But is that old school of me to think that the boy is always trying to charm you and I guess one way to do that is paying for me, to make me feel protected or taken care of or some shit.

I can’t seem to let this go and I’m afraid that it will eventually come up, drunkenly or sober.

While writing the title of this article I thought of one more thing. The definition of chivalry is the qualifications of a knight, including courtesy, gentlemen, and generosity, especially toward a woman you want to be yours.

Open the door for me. Whether it be a door to enter a building, house, car and always let me go first into the door, where are your manners?

Wow, this piece is making my boo sound really bad. If he just opened the doors for me, the second part of that outburst would not exhist.

I should just ask / tell him what I want, its not that hard to ask or to open the doors for your lady, and we will both be happy.