Alone

Today was a lovely alone day. Although I just realized that I feel like a mime because i've barely talked to anyone all day. I wonder if people who spend a lot of time alone start talking out loud to themselves...

Woke up at 6 something again, chilled out. I've decided that i'm not gonna watch tv until primetime. I never watched tv in the day at Valley Oak and I liked it. There's nothing worth watching and it's just a waste of time when I could be listening to music or reading or writing or daydreaming. However, if it's rainy or overcast i'll probably indulge in a movie.

So today I went to yoga for the first time in two years. I love being crazy flexible and hyper-extendable. It makes me feel like a yoga pro even after not having done it since 2008. The class was a little easy for my liking but it was also a substitute teacher so i'll see what the real teacher is like next week.

After yoga I went on over to Harmony studios for pilates with Jen. She's amazing. I loved it. I'm obsessed! But again my crazy tight hips and too-strong muscles were pointed out. I need to fix my muscles. I'll do it by quitting my trainer and sticking to pilates and GST.

Went home, had lunch, and since it was still deliciously overcast, I made my way to Malibu. I realized that I was all wrong about the name of my fave beach. it's not zuma, it's not point dume, but in fact Westward Beach (which is in between the two). Hence the name Westward Beach Road that leads to it....

So I curled up on my chaise lounge with two towels, a hoodie and jeans and read for hours, was approached by a cute old man who commented on my book, my positive energy, and knew all kinds of things about me from my vague small talk responses: "you must come from a good family. were your parents highschool sweethearts?" "you read a lot don't you" and then told me how his daughter is marrying a torontonian and is moving there in the fall.

I find it interesting when people comment on my energy. Cause to me, it's just me, and I wonder what about myself speaks to them. Maybe it's how I feel about Meredith?

Left the beach at 6 cause I started to freeze. But not before going for a long walk and getting my jeans soaked to my knees. So then when i got home i went in the bathtub in my jeans to rinse out the sand.

Dinner. Reading. Catching up on Pretty Little Liars.

My heart bleeds for poor Lindsay Lohan. She needs to spend some quality time in the loony bin, not jail. I can't help think back to the Parent Trap & Mean Girls & Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen and wonder where it all went wrong. Youtube Letterman interviews with her. She's really very endearing.