Littlefashiondiary: Venice Beach - Home of the Crazies (Including Me)

Los Angeles has been getting some pretty crazy weather lately -either you have the sky blue iconic California sky - or you're trapped in a dark and gloomy rain storm. That's today.

My sixth period class happens to be my most dreaded class. Algebra. Instead of paying attention to monomials and functions my mind wandered off to a more pleasant setting. Regardless that I was gazing out window at giant droplets of cold, wet rain the only thing I was thinking about was Venice Beach, a place I love.
   I can picture it now - the idyllic palm trees swaying to the chaotic yet wonderful sounds of music from all walks of life, the street performers surrounded by crowds of admiring bystanders, the memorable man that walks around with a Speedo clad with the American emblem, the smell of the ocean breeze inter tangled with the smells of vendors and restaurants that occupy The Strip. In all honesty, I used to be terrified of Venice. To the people who watch the landmark from their televisions, it's probably a whole different place then what you think you've seen. It's upbeat, funky and urban and place that you have to experience to know the true spirit.
   Despite all the fake thing's Venice has to offer - like the boardless boardwalk lined with fake handbags and glasses - it's the realest place I know of. You have all walks of life - the rich and the poor- all walking side by side. Those with money, walk around with their LV's and Pradas while the homeless are performing acts in exchange for money. Los Angeles is a pretty mixed place, but the heart of Venice is where I can see that combination most apparent.
   I've been going to Venice Beach my whole life. I learned to ride a bike, pedaling down Hermosa, Venice and Santa Monica.

I've spent numerous hours watching my guy friends learning to ride their skateboards at the beachside course. Before I turned Veggie, I used to eat hot dogs and hamburgers with my family there all the time. My friends and I hang out at the beach whenever we have spare time. I can't even begin to explain how many wonderful memories I have due to this place I call home.
   As my friend's like to call it - Venice Beach is the home of the crazies. And I think that the reason I love it so much is because I'm one of them. I'm a crazy. Maybe I'm not homeless, or rich, or a magician, or prancing around in a Speedo with my boombox - but in a way I do have my own uniqueness to me.
   I'm a free spirit. I'm pretty much a happy-go-lucky teenager, living my life. I almost always have a smile on my face - okay, maybe not the days my hormones kick in and I PMS says hello. But generally, I am! Standing at a mere 5"1 and weighing in 84 pounds doesn't make me intimidated. Instead I'm the bubbliest I can be, the loudest person you'll probably ever meet.
  I invite you along my journey of trial and error. I'm not perfect, nor will I ever be! Why be perfect? Then there is no point in living. We live to learn and love. If we are perfect, than there is no learning. And if there is no learning, their is no living or loving. And what would the world be without that?!?
  This isn't going to be your typical beauty blog - heck I haven't even mentioned hair or makeup or clothes, yet. I learn by the experiences around me, and I take in each of those moments and use it for inspiration. My muse is everywhere, not a place or person there to guide me. So follow me (literally!) through my teen days (and maybe my adult years too) of living, learning and loving.
  So I sit here now, seven hours after math class, writing to you all - not just about Venice beach (a place I love), or the fact that I'm crazy (not clinically...or maybe) but also asking you to take part in the 3 L's.
Sincerely yours,
Joyce <3