So you know that whole "Spring Break" dream that every college student has? The one that involves going to Florida and spending every waking hour getting smashed and swimming (possibly drowning) on sandy white beaches?
Well I'm here to say fuck that shit**.
I decided to make the four and a half hour flight home, spend a week in my favorite city in the world, Los Angeles, and be an anti-Spring Breaker. Why? Well...
1. Coming from a Californian, Florida sucks. I've never been to Florida, but I still know it sucks. Our beaches our better, our weather is better, we're (as a whole) more beautiful, and we had Disneyland first.
2. I like being alone. "Fun" Spring Breaks just can't give me that.
3. Sleep.
4. Sleep.
5. Sleep.
And I could add "6. Eating whatever the hell I want, whenever the hell I want it", but that probably would have happened anywhere. For obvious reasons, I'm not getting far with having a bikini-ready body. I just can't help it that I like food so much.
Anyways, my Spring Break has been fun, relaxing, AND I found a new amazing part of LA that I had never been to before, so I think I know who's coming out on top with this one***.
*Sorry not sorry for any offensive language.
**I wasn't kidding. Seriously.
***Not intentially made as an innuendo, but interpret it how you will.
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