Sometimes you go places, do fun things, and leave feeling refreshed and wishing you could spend more time away from the daily grind.
Sometimes, but this past weekend wasn't like that.
Not only did I get sick because someone forgot to mention that it was gonna get below freezing when I slept outside, but the coast is boring. Beautiful from an artistic standpoint, and possibly fun if you're a surfer or fishing turns you on...but I spent most of my time sketching because lord knows there was NOTHING to do.
Well, I suppose I'm being obnoxious. It wasn't as bad as you might think...but it still sucked. I took a long, tiring hike up a hill right by the coastline, which provided a nice view, but since there weren't any places to sit, I leaned on a fence post for close to an hour.
It was a wierd experience, because although my head was pretty fuzzy and my nose was running, my brain started thinking in, like, typewritten sentences. Long strings of pretty much random words entered and left my head without really leaving an impact on me at all except for that, as I hiked back down, I was pretty dazed. It was definitely strange.
It was interesting to stumble upon campers right next to the coast, I wasn't expecting that at all. I was walking around in the woods admiring the green bark of the trees (yeah, the climate was different over there) when I peeked over a crest and saw three dudes chillin' with some Bud Light and hittin' some bongos with no particular rhythm in mind. I sat with them for a while - we had an intense-but-not-very-deep talk about absolutely nothing. The basics: where're you from, etc.
Why are you camping out here? It's illegal.
Dude, I have no idea. Ask the ocean, man.
So, after saying goodbye, I went and found a place to climb up to that nobody else apparently had the guts to scale and talked to the ocean.
I'm kidding. I sat there, envied the seagulls and their wings and ability of flight, then climbed down and found my parents.
My dad and I also went to the public pool at our waterfront condo-place. It was packed...packed full of hot chicks and a few black dudes who apparently didn't enjoy getting wet. I had fun watching the dudes get splashed by their hot female friends, then went and sat in the sauna for no reason and had a chat with a little kid who liked cookies.
Hi, how're you?
Good, I like cookies, don't you?
Um...yes, I do.
Then I left. The kid was still staring off into space with his mouth open a little and drooling in the sauna when I passed by like an hour later. I didn't blame him, it was a boring place.
So anyway, I've got a splitting headache and I feel like drawing with my tablet for a while or something...or maybe I'll go take a nap.
Next time we go to the coast, I'll invite a friend so we can be bored together. Or maybe I'll tell my parents that I've gotta stay home for some reason, they'll understand.
Cheers to those drunk dudes on the beach though. You rule.
Sometimes, but this past weekend wasn't like that.
Not only did I get sick because someone forgot to mention that it was gonna get below freezing when I slept outside, but the coast is boring. Beautiful from an artistic standpoint, and possibly fun if you're a surfer or fishing turns you on...but I spent most of my time sketching because lord knows there was NOTHING to do.
Well, I suppose I'm being obnoxious. It wasn't as bad as you might think...but it still sucked. I took a long, tiring hike up a hill right by the coastline, which provided a nice view, but since there weren't any places to sit, I leaned on a fence post for close to an hour.
It was a wierd experience, because although my head was pretty fuzzy and my nose was running, my brain started thinking in, like, typewritten sentences. Long strings of pretty much random words entered and left my head without really leaving an impact on me at all except for that, as I hiked back down, I was pretty dazed. It was definitely strange.
It was interesting to stumble upon campers right next to the coast, I wasn't expecting that at all. I was walking around in the woods admiring the green bark of the trees (yeah, the climate was different over there) when I peeked over a crest and saw three dudes chillin' with some Bud Light and hittin' some bongos with no particular rhythm in mind. I sat with them for a while - we had an intense-but-not-very-deep talk about absolutely nothing. The basics: where're you from, etc.
Why are you camping out here? It's illegal.
Dude, I have no idea. Ask the ocean, man.
So, after saying goodbye, I went and found a place to climb up to that nobody else apparently had the guts to scale and talked to the ocean.
I'm kidding. I sat there, envied the seagulls and their wings and ability of flight, then climbed down and found my parents.
My dad and I also went to the public pool at our waterfront condo-place. It was packed...packed full of hot chicks and a few black dudes who apparently didn't enjoy getting wet. I had fun watching the dudes get splashed by their hot female friends, then went and sat in the sauna for no reason and had a chat with a little kid who liked cookies.
Hi, how're you?
Good, I like cookies, don't you?
Um...yes, I do.
Then I left. The kid was still staring off into space with his mouth open a little and drooling in the sauna when I passed by like an hour later. I didn't blame him, it was a boring place.
So anyway, I've got a splitting headache and I feel like drawing with my tablet for a while or something...or maybe I'll go take a nap.
Next time we go to the coast, I'll invite a friend so we can be bored together. Or maybe I'll tell my parents that I've gotta stay home for some reason, they'll understand.
Cheers to those drunk dudes on the beach though. You rule.
