You may not be sitting next to me, however, an older man who has been snoring for the past 2 hours, is. He's also taking up the entire arm rest. I'm all about sharing, but really, the WHOLE arm rest? Is this necessary? You're asleep dude, probably dreaming about rainbows and gumdrops, and I'm uncomfortably curled up into a ball, trying to pretend that your snoring is a part of a poorly rehearsed orchestra performance. It's safe to say that due to my lack of arm rest space, that I am now losing my mind.
I do feel like I have more of my mind left then the guy sitting across the isle from me though, who's been laughing to himself the entire flight.
At first I was thinking, hmm, maybe he has a split personalty - Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde style. Or maybe he's escaped from the loony bin and someone is going to stroll down the isle at any moment to put him back in his white straight jacket.. but eventually, I noticed he had a book in his hand that he appeared to be reading and laughing at.
I keep glancing over at at him and trying to read the book title, because judging by the way his whole body shakes as he reads it, it must be a really really good book. You have to be careful when glancing, creeping, people watching, whatever you want to call it, though - too long of staring and accidental eye contact often leads to unwanted small talk and exchanging Facebook names. Not long enough staring means you need to keep glancing over in attempts to see whatever you're trying to look at. You know that feeling when you know someone's watching you? Well, it's not just you that feels that. They feel you staring, and just before you can look away.. BAM, eye contact, small talk, exchange facebook names. I'm not really in the mood to chat, so I guess the hilarious book will always remain a mystery to both you and I. Sorry guys.
I travel a lot.
People always ask me 'Why'… 'How'? Well, I'll tell you how. Find place I want to go. Look up flights. Book flight. Go.
Okay, I know that's not exactly what people mean when they ask.
I try and manage my money wisely, or at least the best I can. Which means there's not really any room for hookers and blow, but that's alright... I guess.
I don't spend my money on jeans that cost half as much as a flight to somewhere warm, and I still have the same car that I've had since I was 17. I don't buy expensive jewellery and shoes, I don't go to bars and spend $10 on a martini, and I don't have an apartment with a beautiful view of the city. I try and work extra shifts on the side as often as I can, which means missing out on birthdays and special events sometimes, and missing spending time with my friends, which yes sucks, and yes, sometimes has to happen. I guess it's a matter of a person's priorities - yes, I LOVE going and getting my nails done and shopping, but I know that I need to do those things in moderation so that I have money to do the thing that makes me happiest - travelling.
Unfortunately for me, although a lot of people talk about wanting to travel places, but it's not a high priority in their lives, which is totally fine, there's so much people have to spend their money on.. rent.. bills.. insurance, definitely understandable, sometimes I just get bummed about going places alone because it's always more special when you get to share the experience with someone else. I mean, I always have friends in the destination I'm going to, but sometimes it's nice to sit beside someone on the plane who you know their last name and birthday, instead of a stranger who snores.. and drools. Oh right, forgot to mention, he was drooling. He woke up while I was writing that and I feel bad that he may of done the creep stare and glanced at my notebook that I'm writing in right now and saw that. Snoring, people can forgive themselves over. Drooling.. not so much.
Anyways, back to what I was saying about travelling alone. A really good friend of mine was actually supposed to come on this trip with me - in fact, it was her idea that we go. She bailed a couple weeks before we were supposed to go. She gave me some poor excuse as to why she couldn't go, an excuse that I no longer believe is true. I think that was the worst part - that she couldn't even tell me why she actually wasn't coming anymore. People are so much more forgivable when they're truthful. Anyways, that's all I'm going to say about that matter. I could talk about how hurt and disappointed I was about it, and how she's a bad friend, but sometimes in life, it just is what it is, and it this case, that's exactly what it is.
On that note, if you're someone who's reliable, fun, follows through with what you say you want to do, and you've caught the travel bug like myself, hit me up! I'm always looking for travel buddies :)
Day 2.
Well, friends, I'm in LA now. It's different though this time. It looks the same, and it smells the same.. but something's missing. It's bitter sweet being back here - I truly love this city, but this city also holds irreplaceable memories that I shared with someone who made me feel like the most important and beautiful girl in the world, a feeling that I, and most people long for. On the flip side, this is the same boy who told people that I got mauled by a tiger when people would ask why we broke up. #idiot #douchebag #Couldn'tYouThinkOfABetterStory
My hotel's perfect. It's small and cozy. It has floor to ceiling windows that lead onto a balcony. I often daydream about someday moving into an apartment that looks similar to this. And someday, I will. I want to say that this trip has restored my love for this city, but I never lie, so I don't want to say it has. Then again, it's only been two days. Tomorrow's another day.
Day 3.
Laying by the pool. I wish my tan always looked this good. I've walked so much today that I could eat two entire jars of Nutella and not even begin to feel guilty about it. There's an older man, who's with what I'm assuming is his granddaughter. He's walking around the pool, picking out any leaves that he sees floating around in it. There's like, 7 tiny leaves, but he doesn't seem to be going anywhere until he's picked every last one of them out. His grandaughter keep's saying 'I have to pee, I have to pee!' as she floats around the water.
His grandaughter is now silent, and is just swimming around the pool. Ew. At moments like this, I'm glad I can't swim and avoid pools.
Day 9.
My love for LA has been completely and utterly restored. It was a shaky start, but by about Day 3, I rememebered why I was so in love with this city to begin with. The sun. It's hot, but not unbearable. The wind. It's soft, and soothing and it makes the nights perfect. The beaches. They're filled with locals and tourists alike, smiling and laughing and soaking in the sun. The sand. I could spend the entire day with my toes in the sand, burrying and unburrying my legs, rubbing the sand onto my arms, and pretending it's a luxuroious spa exfoliation. The best thing about LA is the air. There's something about LA air. I have a lot of troubles breathing on a daily basis due to allergies, asthma, and an undiagnosed breathing problem that specialists can't seem to decide on if it's due to heart or lung problems and sneaks up on me at inconvient times.
I can breathe in LA. Perfectly. For such a supposedly smoggy city, the air feels fresh, and clean. After playing with my feet in the sand all day, I could happily spend the next day outside, simply smelling the air.
Probably one of the coolest things I saw while in LA was a Flash Mob. Some of you have probably seen this tv show before, hosted by Howie Mandel. This guy wanted to propose to his girlfriend, so he contacted the show. What they do, is train hundreds of dancers over a period of a week I believe it is. Then they took the unsuspecting girlfriend all throughout West Hollywood and normal looking peeople (who are the trained dancers) out of no where, start jumping off railings and running out of stores to do a choregraphed routine (usually hundreds of them). This happens everywhere she goes, until she ends up at her final destination, where he proposed. It's really hard to explain how intense, and overwhleming, and amazing a Flash Mob is - so if you haven't seen one before, check out this video below so you have an idea - it's worth it.
(at the begining, the guy wanted to throw her off so there's so extra stuff, go to about 2 mins in if you want to skip it)
As I experienced this and watched this happen, I literally sat there bawling my eyes out. I watched the dancers, and the girlfriend, and the guy trembling as he sang to her, and confessed how much he loved her - amd all I could think of is, what does a person do to make someone want to do all this for somebody? How amazing of a person must she be, to have someone who loves her so much that he wants to put in so much effort to prove that to her? It's so mind boggling to me - and maybe this is because I've actually never been in a relationship where someone's told me they love me. Is that.. weird? I think that I'm love worthy.. but then again, I thought soy milk came from an animal, so maybe I'm also wrong about this one.
I want to end this blog by saying thank you to some few important people in my life, just in case they don't know how much they're appreciated and loved. No need to list names - you know who you are, and thank you. Thank you to the ones who have been around for years, thank you to you few that I've just become close with these past couple of the months. Thank you for making me smile, and believing in me at the times when I forget to. Thank you to the people who I haven't even had the chance to close to for being so supportive and believing in me as well. I can't say enough how much that means. Thank you for letting me be myself, and laughing at my dumb jokes, comments, and questions. Thank you for not judging when my hairs not styled, my makeups not done.. and I look borderline homeless. Thank you to my boyfriend, who can drive me insane, and then back to sanity in a matter of seconds. Who's stuck by my side, when I'm not sure even I would of. Who puts a perma grin on my face as soon as he holds my hand. Who's never ignored a moment when I need him. Who's become so much more then just my boyfriend, but my best friend as well.
Thank you.
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