Santa Cruz and other miscellaneous things

I will stop comparing myself to others. Yes, they have better techniques, and an enviable use of language. Mine comes out slightly awkward sometimes, but it is my own aesthetics and I will hone it. I will listen to my own sense of what is true for me. Why worry about the others? They will do their best, and I will do mine.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT... (how many times do you have to blog about the same thing? Why can't you just be cool about it, instead of harping on this? Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.)

I drove to Santa Cruz over the 4th July weekend. First time I got so scared on a ride, I teared. I din't even cry on that triple loop that went upside down in Syndey, but I cried on the giant dipper at the beach boardwalk. OK, I didn't actually cry, I just teared. Those wooden roller coasters are scary, and that ride was too long in my opinion. It was 1:57(I think) minutes, way too long for a roller coaster ride. Torturous.

And we did argue on our way back, and I actually cried at the wheel--tsk tsk, so dangerous thinking back, The worse combination(lethal): Being a girl, being Asian, being emotional and freaking out on the freeway. I was so angry I swore that I wouldn't travel with Lee again.

The crazy thing of course is that now he is back at Santa Cruz again--invitation of his family. Strange isn't it?