Back with a vengeance

Yes, yes it's true.

I am back in town from my marvelous adventure vacation in San Diego, California.

I am currently uploading the 318 pictures I managed to take on the life of just 4 pairs of batteries.

crazy, I know.

So here's an overview of my wonderful vacation:

Pros:

It was gorgeous

We stayed RIGHT on Mission Beach (beautiful!)

I got tan on my arms, legs, chest and back

I got to see my cousins, whom I hadn't seen in at least 3 years

I boogie boarded

I surfed (hellyeah! and i have video! just wait until I steal my mom's camera to post that up on here.)

I got some great shots of the ocean

I got some okay shots of (some of) the animals at San Diego zoo

My hair acquired some blonde streaks from the sun

I spent A lot of time in the ocean and on the beach

I read THE most Amazing book ever. Paper Towns, by John Green, You All must read it (and by you all I mean Alex, and anyone else who happens to read this--because I've got suchhh a loyal and large following, here).

The car ride there didn't suck that much.

It was a blast!

Cons:

I failed at our pact (by our I mean Alex's and mine). more explanation on that later

My skin has become absolutely HORID. and I mean it looks like I drilled a million holes into my face, then put little red caps over them. I don't know why, but my skin has just gone to HELL this trip.

My belly, which shrunk the week before my trip because of my little 'health plan', has probably doubled in size. Vacation eating: I know you don't think it counts, but it DOES. trust me.

Another thing about my belly, is that, although I managed to tan [pretty much] everywhere else, my stomach stayed rather white. nooo idea why.

I didn't get nearly as many pictures as I should, seeing as I didn't have everlasting battery life on my camera (fucking non-rechargeable double A batteries that my camera runs on)

Vegas sucked. I mean it REALLY sucked. I never knew that one city could be so overcrowded and smokey and smoggy and slutty. seriously, if it was possible to die from the overwhelming combination of secondhand smoke, watching drunk idiots throw their money away gambling, breathing in the already-treacherously-toxicly-smoggy-even-without-tobacco-smoke-pollution air, seeing skank waitresses walk around and serve booze in their too-slutty-for-playboy outfits and looking at billions of billboards for topless shows, topless bars and clubs, nude swimming lounges, and adult megastores,

I would have fucking dropped dead the minute we drove into Vegas.

Thank god it was a stop and NOT a destination. I will never fucking go back there. Ever.

The 15 hour car trip home was oh-so-exhausting.

okay so now that you're all caught up.

the Pact:

was that in San Diego, I would find a boy. Alex's boy finding place is Traverse, Michigan. She hasn't gone yet though, so there's still hope for her side of the pact.

anyways.

rules:

boy had to be cute.

we had to use a pick-up-line on boy.

we had to spend some amount of time alone with boy.

boy could not reject us.

we had to get a picture of boy (one on our camera, one on our phone).

we had to get a picture of us with boy.

boy had to be reasonably within our age range.

Problem:

I FOUND NO BOY.

seriously, you wouldn't think it would be that hard to find a cute surfer dude somewhere on the boardwalk or in the ocean or at the beach in San Diego.

It wasn't. It was swarming with them. The problem came with rule numero cinco. (the last one)

PRETTY MUCHH ALL OF THEM WERE 18 +.

which, incidentally, is out of my age range. damn.

so I lose.