A Day at the Beach
My roommate took me to the beach yesterday! Black’s Beach is the gay beach in San Diego. It’s right near the UC campus (a fifteen minute drive from my apt). It’s actually the nude beach, but there’s a gay part that is less than half nude. Getting there really sucks, though, because you have to climb down a serious cliff. I was wearing my heavy flip-flops which are difficult to walk in on the street let alone straight down a cliff. Also, the path gets close to the edge which triggered my fear of heights. I didn’t think I’d make it down without falling, but I did. I couldn’t imagine how all those guys manage that cliff, and then my roommate told me there’s a much easier path further away from the beach, but it requires more walking. Next time, I think I’d much rather opt for that or at least wear hiking shoes.
The beach was great, though. There were some cute guys, but most of them seemed like real assholes, laughing loudly and having loud, obnoxious conversations for the whole beach to hear. I heard one guy talk about how he can only read three pages of his book a night. I looked over, expecting to see a real dense classic, maybe in a different language, but no, it was the Bill Clinton autobiography that is over 900 pages of fluff! It’ll take him a year to finish that crap, and I doubt he’ll get much out of it! I figure, if the book you’re reading isn’t interesting enough to you to want to finish as quickly as possible, then you should get another book that is!
Speaking of books, I just finished the children’s book, "Harriet the Spy." I wish I could rent the movie with a young Michelle Trachtenberg, but I have to get my computer fixed first. That book taught me not to shit-talk people, at least in writing. It also taught me that if I do talk shit, I have to apologize and/or lie about it to make things right. I wish I’d read that when I was ten. There’s one part when Harriet gets all mean to her classmates and tells one girl that she doesn’t have a father. The girl is like, "yeah, I do!" Harriet goes, "well, he doesn’t love you!" The girl is like, "yeah, he does!" Then Harriet says, "why doesn’t he live with you, then?" Then the girl runs off, crying. That bitch deserved it, though. She spilled a bottle of ink all over Harriet.
