one song a day: song six | song that reminds your of somewhere

This song reminds me of San Diego... and California in general. It's always on my iPod/Phone and listened to at some point while I'm on the West Coast. And I mean, come on... look at the video. It's total California-lust porn.



Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis
Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More
Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress
Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind
Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons
Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside
Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event
Day 08. A song that you know all the words to
Day 09. A song that you can dance to
Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep
Day 11. A song from your favorite band
Day 12. A song from a band you hate
Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love
Day 15. A song that describes you
Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate
Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio
Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio
Day 19. A song from your favorite album
Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry
Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy
Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad
Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding
Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral
Day 25. A song that makes you laugh
Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument
Day 27. A song that you wish you could play
Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty
Day 29. A song from your childhood
Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year

four seasons are for phonies.

I will not miss snow. Everytime I bring up my hatred of winter and thus, my wanting to move to Southern California people go...

"Oh you just wait, you're going to miss having four seasons."

I really won't. Not even a little. It's like someone else telling me what my favorite color should be.

Three-hundred and fifty-eight days out of the year I miss the Pacific Ocean, reliably warm weather and that part of 163 that cuts through Balboa Park. I miss Dog Beach, Ocean Beach and the pier. I miss truly amazing fish tacos, In-N-Out and real Mexican food.

The world at large thinks that the trip to California in July is only fueled by nerd-lust for Comic Con. Sadly, it's my one week of the year where I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be.