Four months since I've logged onto my blogger account and written a post.
I don't have much of an excuse--"I started high school" has long since been worn out.
By the way, I started high school.
college campus I visited last week
Alas, it is a new year, and with new years come new goals and the need to satiate my desire to record it all. So, hello, blog. I'm back.
It's 2015 and work is aplenty. And there is biology homework to do. And beaches to visit. And stories to write (28 chapters into a fanfiction, and mind you it is a lot harder than it sounds). And my mom walked into my room today and mumbled "Gross, there's a scalloped potato stuck to the door." And I ignored her, pretending that if I didn't acknowledge she said it, it wouldn't really be there. Because there are resolutions to be fulfilled. And pictures to edit. And blog posts to complete.
And with all that comes writing and screenshotting writing resources and taking photos and recording everything that happens through words and images. And maybe cleaning out my closet, which I swear, I can hear growling at night. It's alive.
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The beach.
Just when I'm dropping terms like 'snow' as if poor California couldn't live up to the south's performance during the winter shift, California got all pissed off. "I'll show you," she said. "You wanna compare me with South Carolina? Fine. I'll have the last word."
And then she did. California, with her kaleidoscope skies and salty waters, had the last word.
She doesn't like to be challenged, that California. She'll pull out the big guns.
Bam.
Bam.
Welcome to the gun show.
Last minute trips to the beach are the best. When you have homework and your room is trashed, so an attractive alternative is to ditch. Head out from under the cover of gray clouds toward the open air of California's pride and joy--her welcoming coast. She has 840 miles of it to share.
The year has seen a lot of the beach so far. I hope the pattern continues.
To the return of the blog.
