In San Diego

This post almost didn’t happen because my mom’s internet is so o o s l o w. I’m in San Diego for a day until I leave tomorrow at 6:30 IN THE MORNING.

I’m excited to see an old friend tonight for happy hour. Hi A! I was looking in my old dresser and found a journal that we kept together in high school. The first entry was written on 2/1/1998. I was 14. I now hate my 14 year old self. Here is an exact excerpt of something I wrote.

“I have a real problem. I mean Brent is sitting right next to me. He keeps talking to me but I can’t look him in the eye. Wow I’ve never noticed that but it’s true I can’t make eye contact. Help me K? I need to be nicer to people too. Well no I don’t but whatever.”

Where’s all my punctuation? What was I talking about? Apparently I self diagnosed an ‘affection problem.’ I gathered that by reading a couple more pages. I don’t know what’s going on with me and Brent or why it’s even a problem that I can’t look him in the eye. The journal consists of us talking about who’s jealous of us, who is annoying and who is mad at us. Read: all the reasons we are superior beings. I especially like the last line. That hasn’t changed a whole lot, as friends will tell you.

I’ve been having fun doing errands and soaking up all my old Southern California-ness. I fit right in because I’m driving my mom’s SUV and I’m hot. Only one of those is arguable. I went to this bakery I always go to so I could pick up a couple truffles, like I do when I’m town. I asked the German owner lady for two and she said, only two? I thought, oh honey I could eat the whole tray but I hear diabetes sucks.

I’ve been watching a lot of TV today, something I don’t have in Santa Cruz. Here is the secret to daytime TV programming. From noon til one networks play judge shows (Judge Judy, Judge Mathis, Judge Maria (who the fuck is this?) judge judge judge). I watched Judge Maria, she is a fiesty Cuban immigrant and you can’t argue with that. From one till two it’s mostly talk shows with some soap operas. I watched Tyra. From two til three it’s a mix of soap operas, talk shows and informercials. I watched Montel, Sylvia Brown was on telling people who is haunting them. There’s no turning that off. It’s a good thing I don’t have TV normally, then I’d be a lot less interesting.