San Diego Beach: Vanilla Ice, Pigeons and Naples, Italy

Considering I do not have a job and have pretty much nothing to do with my life at the current moment, I went to the beach today. I sure do love the fact that I moved to San Diego, CA about 2 weeks ago, and I now live less than 10 minutes to the beach. The weather was perfect today, clear blue sky, warm enough, but with a slight breeze to keep me from dying of heat in the sun.
First off, I swear I saw Vanilla Ice playing horse shoes with an old hippy who was flying an American flag nice and high next to his "tent" he made out of huge beach umbrellas. I don't really think it was Vanilla Ice, but I like to pretend it was because he was one hell of a look alike.

So while laying on the beach, just listening to my iPod and enjoying the sun, I open my eyes to notice about 7 Pigeons scavenging for food all around me. Pigeons?! At the beach?! How the hell did these mutated pigeons escape from the concrete jungle (New York City incase you didn't catch that) and end up in beautiful sunny San Diego? This made me so mad. Pigeons are the most disgusting creatures you can come in contact with, plus they are annoying as fuck when they're searching in the sand for crumbs of food and are coming all around my towel and then swarming my head when my eyes are closed. Luckily one of "Vanilla Ice's" friends noticed the pigeons about to attack me (not really) and ran at them to scare them off. I thanked him for his effort but then those damn birds soon came back, so for the rest of the time I was at the beach, I could not relax because I kept panicing thinking that the pigeons were going to attack me.

My last rant about the beach/sun is this: My Italian Heritage. Yes, I am Italian. Quite Italian at that. My last name is literally "mountain" in Italian and my family is from Naples. It pisses me off that although I am strongly Italian, my "Napoli, Italian" heritage fucks up my life. Not really, I say that in the sense that my Welsh/Polish ancestory takes over my life causing me to have light hair, be extremely fair skinned, and have freckles that come out in the sun. I do not like freckles. Although mine fade shortly after I exit the sun, my face is over come with them while in the sun, my arms also. It makes me angry that although I am Italian I am unable to get a nice "olive" tan from being in the sun, instead I need to wear sunscreen every time I am laying in the sun or else I will get severely sun burnt all because of the fucking fair skinned Pollocks and Welsh fuckers. DAMN YOU Italian heritage for hiding inside of me and not showing your beautiful olive skinned self, and for all the Welsh and Polish people for causing my fair skinned life of hell.