So, I decided to suck it up and quit moping around my apartment this morning. I thought going to the beach might make me feel better, since it's the one of the reasons for my move. And the best I ever feel now is when I'm driving down PCH with the windows down at night. It makes me like I'm in an alternative music video. Or Marissa.

I decided the morning is the best time for a beach walk, mostly because the fog/morning clouds are really conducive for making me feel more emo.

I love that sucking feeling when the water goes out. Like the ocean is trying to pull you with it

I really want to live in one of those cute houses right on the ocean. You can't see how cute they are, but trust me.

Then I had to go back and do some Contracts. I honestly did not put my desk in this very studious order-This is how it looks when I study. I don't even have to try to have like 20 books open a the same time. (My coffee has chocolate eclair creamer in it which I would recommend)

Well, I feel very artistic (this is my artistic peak, although I made pop out scrapbook once)

so I've done what I can for the day.