Lost. Adrift. Next to the sea. Surrounded by sea, really. I'm here and enjoying myself, very much so in fact. The City is NOW. There is no sitting still. Maybe laying back, but no sitting still. I like the busyness of the city, its car horns and tire squeals, sirens and car stereos, buses and bikes. But I feel I'm missing something. From the Midwest, California had it all. Sun, beaches, ocean, babes. Now I'm here. There is usually only fog which usually hides the sun and the ocean. And the babe count at CC is low. Aside from going to class each day and working toward an impractical college degree, which, in itself and as of now, doesn't mean anything to me, there is little in my life right now that puts me to sleep with the feeling that I did something with my day. I jam often with my new friends but that brown-bag funk that Sack Lunch had isn't there, which is something I surely miss. I've lived here for a month, and am having a great time, really, but California looked a bit more lustrous with the sun at her back. Now that I don't have to squint to see her, I could really use that brown-bag.
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