Wednesday, June 15, 2005

I'm in LA.
No culture shock here.
The people are not all tan-blonde-cokesnorting-robo-snobs like I was told they would be. I guess to someone accustomed to living in the city of Chicago, this place could seem like planet bizarre, but I'm a suburban girl. Basically, LA looks like a giant Schaumburg, but with bums and palm trees (or as I call them, q-tips of the sky) and some of the houses are painted garish shades of pink and green and there's neon lights in places there shouldn't be. Otherwise, it's oddly familiar.

Hollywood, itself looks more like DeKalb infused with the population of Lakeview. Big, but run down houses, much like a college town. A mixture of hip young people and random creeps, much like the Belmont and Halsted area.

I always wondered why kids at Columbia College dressed the way they do. Sort of deshievled and stuck in the 80's. Now I get it. They're trying to dress like LA.

Yesterday, we (meaning Derek and I) went to Venice beach and swam in the ocean. Salt water is fucking weird and tastes awful, but the waves are huge and awesome. I wish I knew how to surf.

So I'm pretty happy here in my exile. I'd love to hear how you're doing, dear reader, so feel free to send me an e-mail or give me a call.

posted at 12:10 PM |