Currently, i'm in newport beach with my family and grandparents and aunt and uncle and cousins. We've rented a beach house on W Balboa, and my mom and I biked to 32nd street and got italian frozen yogurt at fiore's this morning - blackberry pomegranite with raspberries and kiwi. I used the word "ornate" today in boggle, lost terribly in dutch blitz, and bought a black dress, gelato, and a book about "the heart of a volunteer" in Laguna Beach, while perusing the many art galleries around Laguna Niguel. I must admit to liking the galleries in San Francisco (a week earlier) much better. Wyland really isn't my style. I also beat all 40 levels of roadblock. And I also just got off the phone with good friends. They mean a lot. They make life a lot easier and much more fun.
My passport also finally arrived, and just found out from Cambodia, that it only takes 3 weeks to recieve my visa from ministry of foreign affairs. Other than having horrible nightmares last, waking up in a sweat and racked with guilt from events that never even took place anywhere other than my one night of twisted psyche. Life is pretty okay. We're going to Catalina Island tomorrow morning, we take the boat at 8am.
I swam in the ocean at sunset, and as I came out, a hispanic hobo collecting cans told me I was beautiful, and my grandpa got worried and made me come back inside.
