The next day one of my best friends and I went to Six flags. After all the millions of times I have been there (6 to be exact..hehhe over dramatic much?) I could never get myself to go on this ride called Goliath. I love going upside down but one thing I have extreme trouble with is drops! That sounds a bit weird considering that all coasters have drops but, Goliath from afar looks like Death in my eyes. Going up the long hill to the top, I threatened (jokingly) that I would kill my friend for dragging me onto this ride if I didn't end up dying first. Let's just say after I got off, I felt amazing and proud of myself for conquering this small fear.
The next day another best friend and I spent the day lounging at Santa Monica Beach. Being from Los Angeles and wanting to leave this place all the time, I complain about how much so and so place is better in Spain, Canada, or any other place in the world. That day I shut up for once, took in my surroundings, and truly appreciated what I had before me. The setting and feeling was truly bliss and by the end of the day my friend and I promised we would buy a beach house together. Something about the warm sun, cool breeze, and the waves softly crashing in the background just gave me a feeling of wholeness...it was almost intoxicating(and I don't drink).
P.S-There isn't any use blogging about Osama when Everyone knows he is...so just enjoy the pictures!
|I tossed my troubles in the sand :)|