in the wee hours of the night waiting for my 6 AM departure to Southern California, Orange County, beach breeze, toasty sun of the west coast. A 6 day trip with only a light packed backpack and a trusty skateboard. After a long 8 weeks of school it is finally time for spring break. Hard work and good grades will finally pay off. surf, sand, and spray. as i listen to jack johnson i can only think of one thing, and that is the beauty that is in the water and to think only a few hours and ill finally be hitting lefts and rights (waves). as i think to myself "am i forgetting anything for this trip? shit do i have to bring this?" a second thought comes to mind "fuck it who cares im gonna be in california on vacation!!" a week after having a great birthday weekend comes another week of fond memories and great travels. with so much going on in my mind i cant help but wait to touchdown in california. maybe, hopefully my trip with also consist of a vegas vacation :) maybe drive down for a day or two, visit the pops and some friends that i havent seen since holiday season. that is only if my brother and friends want to make the drive down, i mean i wouldnt mind, 3-4 hour drive with an ipod and a good company of friends is all you need on a road trip. as the seconds pass, minutes tick and hours shift the only thing i could think of is relaxing. freeing the mind from all troubles. see you soon chicago, here i come california =]
as i end this blog i would like for you to listen to this sweet jack johnson song
jack johnson - f stop blues (theres no video just audio)
Hermit crabs and cowry shells
Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
He's waving at you
Lift him up to see what you can see
He begins his focusing
He's aiming at you
And now he has cutaways from memories
And close-ups of anything that
He has seen or even dreamed
And now he's finished focusing
He's imagining lightning
Striking sea sickness
Away from here
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to
Everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now
Driftwood floats, after years of erosion
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,
Quicksand steals my shoe,
Clouds bring the f-stop blues
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to
Everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now
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