Death Valley/LA

Happy times in Death Valley. Vast glittering skies amidst greyish blue sand dunes and neverending savannah lands during our >12hr driving adventure through the night there with a sleepy navigator and a mexican tribe thrown in. We were supposed to be spooked out by our hotel, but it was hard to appreciate its selling point of run-downness after a long ride and too little sleep. The desert made us come alive - the 49ers would kill us for saying that i guess, but that day was just perfect, for me at least.
After the second night, back to civilization. UCLA and me attempting the Bruin Walk. i swear every stupid thing i've done has been instigated by shups (or jo when she's around).

can you tell who we're trying to look like - shu ping's pretty good i think

Somehow the LA experience feels very sleepy to me. Maybe it's the afterglow of the glorious beaches - that's us at santa monicaOr i'm just not that much of a city tourist. We want to live in the city but go to the great outdoors for vacations i think. or maybe we just want to be 21 and able to enter more places legally heh.

it was a good thanksgiving, so good it lulled me into sending you a 3 page letter shups that you should get soon and WILL BURN ONCE YOU READ IT. you'll see why when you get it, i can't believe i'm sending it anyway.

ok, two more weeks of sch, then exams, then europe with the fuzzy. don't worry too much about your apartment! such things always turn out fine for you. who's the girl in your swiss photos?