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Back from the redwoods now. I smell like a campfire and everything I own has a fine layer of coastal dust on it, but other than that, shit is kosher. Granted I would rather be there than here, but that can’t be helped much right now. Though apparently when I do finally move there, the owner of one of the shops we frequent would be very interested in hanging out with me more. And not in a “Oh hey, we’re neighbors! Let’s be friends!” sort of way. He’s married, I’m so not attracted to him, and I’d like to think that he was talking to me as one who was interested in friendship, but the fact that he complimented my eyes and couldn’t stop staring at me and told me how much he would love to spend more time with me kind of tipped me off to his intentions. Bleh. He’s a nice guy but Christ on a cracker…WTF? Once again, I’m flypaper for freaks.

I’ll probably regale you with more tales of my trip to the coast when I have a bit of time to relax and care. For now, I just really want to bathe and nap a lot. I have a craving for gorgonzola and pine nut pizza at the moment and I’m just desperate enough to run to Nugget to see if I can procure the ingredients and massacre something myself.

For now, at least enjoy this semi-mortifying picture of mom and I on our last night at the ocean. (we were pretending that the sun was setting somewhere behind all that goddamned fog; humor us)

Yeah. We're badass mofos. And drunk as shit.

I’m making a mad dash to finish two 12-page essays and a 1500 discussion post on Great Plains Indians before I start packing to leave at the buttcrack of dawn for Fort Bragg and all things nature-y. I had to hand over my copy of Breaking Dawn to The Roommate and instruct him to lock it in his bedroom, not to hand it back until I’m completely finished with all of my schoolwork tonight. Trust me, it was necessary. I would have been done with all of this work earlier in the week had I not spent precious study time burning my way through all four books in the Twilight saga. I only have a hundred pages left in Breaking Dawn which I could have easily cracked through in an hour, but I figured the fact that there was still reading left to be done would be perfect motivation for me to buckle down and complete these ridiculous essays.

That being said, I got desperate and while taking a break to eat a bit of dinner, I started to reread Twilight. Yeah, I’m mental.

I probably should have spent that time putting together a packing list, since it seems that my brain is not with me these days. Well, not that it was ever really present to begin with, but now it’s even less so. It’s by the grace of the goddess that I managed to not forget anything important when I packed for my festival trip. As it was, I still left behind my pseudo-fest bible, the power cord for my DVD burner, and my fag hag shoes that I never get to wear except when I’m out in SF. None of these things hindered my trip, but still. I managed to pack much less important things that never even got used. So a list is definitely in order for tomorrow. Mark my words, I’ll forget to pack something major, like underwear or jeans.

Don’t laugh. It’s been known to happen. On more than one occasion.

Right now Jenny is reading this and chuckling, because she knows how unbelievably prepared I end up being when I DO pack from a list. The first time we went camping together, I had everything under the sun. Our friend that joined us started her period and I said I had stuff she could use. I then proceeded to offer her three different types of pads and two different sizes of tampon, both in scented and unscented. Yeah. I got laughed at for that one. (On a side note: does anyone else find the concept of scented tampons to be a bit…nefarious? I mean, really. If there is a smell going on down there, what the fuck is a scented tampon going to do? And if there’s no smell, well…who the fuck is going to be sniffing your netherbits while you’re on the rag anyhow? I’m just sayin’)

Did You Know?

I have not yet watched the Lord of the Rings series. Dude, I grew up reading the books over and over. For some reason I have had NO desire to watch the films whatsoever. And I own all three on DVD, just in case. Technically I have seen the first half hour of the first film, and it was lovely. But I just have not gained the desire to continue. Which is weaksauce because I had a bootlegged copy of the film from a screener disc a month before it hit theaters. I had my chance! And I STILL didn’t watch it! So WTF mate? I’m broken in ways yet to be discovered, that’s for sure.

This Just In

My most favorite pen in the world is the Crystal Bic. I cannot live without these damn things and I don’t think I could ever tell you why. Simply because I just don’t know. There’s nothing special about these pens. I just love the way they write I guess. Not to mention I’m kind of keen on the cap design. There’s something delightful about a tapered cap with a little hole in the end.

If you haven’t already heard me rant on it, I will continue on to say that I cannot use a pen if it doesn’t have a cap. If one of my pens loses a cap, it is dead to me. Oh sure, others can use it. They can write to their heart’s content with my sad, capless pen. But I just can’t do it. I feel dirty. And it makes my brain hurt.

Told you I’m broken.