Anyways, so i was pissed off the whole drive down there. But the second i felt the california air and saw the city buildings i could physically freakin' feel all my anger and frustration melt off my body. i didn't care that i had oreo milkshake dripping down my ankle (my sister accidentally kicked the cup over and it exploded on my leg) i didn't even care.

California absorbs me into some weird mood where i'm continually smiling like an idiot and repeating over and over "i'm so happy; i'm finally home".

I've known since i was just a small kid that California was where i was meant to live. it seemed that's where all the excitement was. something about the place just turns me crazy. (whether that's a good things or a bad thing i don't know. but it feels like a damn good thing). Of course, i still got irritated on the trip. My sensitivity scale was high, and i couldn't control it even if i tried. One night, i was woken up at 3 in the morning. I can sleep through music, but that's about the only noise i can handle. Being so used to sleeping in my room with my door shut in total silence, any unusual sounds left me sleepless.

Now my dad; good god that man snores louder then a freakin' chainsaw. I layed awake, tired and annoyed just wishing so badly i had a fat sleeping pill i could take so i could drowned out the sound. But i didn't have one.

I sat awake over an hour.

I blasted my ipod.

I covered my pillows over my ears.

Nothing worked.

Finally i figured i'd just go take a walk to get away from the sound, at the least. People tell me i'm crazy, simply because i've never been afraid to walk alone in the middle of the night. I'm well aware of the creeps who prowl around at night, but i can stick up for myself. it doesn't scare me, it never has. As i decided to take a walk, i realized i didn't possess a key to our hotel room, so i had no way of getting back in.

"How in the hell am i supposed to get away from the snoring?!?! I need to get some sleep!"

Then it dawned on me. Our hotel contained a large bathroom, with a small window vent that let in the traffic's voice. It was sound proof so you couldn't hear anything; not even the obnoxious snoring. i crept into the bathroom, layed down a towel, and layed comfortably on the hard tiled floor. Being the natural city-girl that i am, the sound of traffic was my lullaby; and i slept like a baby until the next morning.

Going to California was definetly an experience for me. Once i finish school, i'd like to travel down Cali to see which city i like best, and eventually move there. What can i say? Washington isn't my cup-of-tea. I'm a true Californian.

Leaving the place, i definetly feel like i left a part of me there. A part i hope to return to soon. i don't think anyone will ever understand the happiness i feel when i'm in California. Even if i tried to explain it to you, i don't think you'd understand. So i don't intend to waste my breath.