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I got home from Sacramento around 3 p.m. I slept the whole way back listening to my iPod on my noise canceling headphones. When I was away from my computer all this time, I realized that the 4GB of storage capacity that the Nano has just isn’t going to cut it for me. So I just finished the process of setting up an auction to sell my Nano. I’m getting an iPod with video. 30GB of delicousness. I hope my Nano sells for a respectable sum. Oh shoot, I forgot to mention the item description that it’s engraved with my e-mail address. I’d better do that. Ah, that’s done. Check out my listing!

look at my eBay listing!

And if you’re Kelly or any of my friends, I’ll give it to you for $200. I know that doesn’t really seem like much of a discount, but considering that I spent $270 on it (including the case), it is quite a bit of a discount. E-mail me if you want it and I will change the buy it now price to $200 at a specified time.

But probably some deep-pocketed person from the Internet will pick up my Nano for probably $20 or so less than I paid, which is cool. And as soon as that money is in my PayPal account, it’s off to the Apple online store. O.M.G. me and Kelly went to the Apple store in the mall. It was fucking incredible. I played with one of the new iPods, and they actually are much much thinner than the old models, definitely thin enough to fit in my pocket, which is what I need and what made me bold enough to ditch the Nano.

I have this bag of stale cookies in front of me that my grandma sent me (not the evil one from Sac, the good one from my mom’s side). They don’t taste very good at all, but I’m eating them out of guilt. She could die tomorrow in the first thing that would cross my mind would be “I didn’t eat her cookies. I’m a horrible person.”

Joe sent me a cool message on MySpace on Thanksgiving, and I replied to him. I’m going to call him tomorrow, no matter how completely exhausted and/or pissed off at my boss I am. Joe is damn cool and I miss talking to him. Out of the blue and old friend (that’s not the right word, but it’s the first that comes to mind) named Kevin messaged me on MySpace and I guess he wants to hang out or something. I don’t necessarily think he’s an incredibly cool person, but with the limited selection of cool people around here, he’s about as cool as Crescent City can get. And he has cool friends. I should send him something back today.

It feels incredibly weird to be back at my house. It was like last week was some sort of drunken frat party that I barely remember. It’s not like I’m comparing that incredibly fun and uber-orgasmic trip to a frat party, but the more hours the pass the less Sacramento seems real. I miss Kelly and Becky and everyone so much, but as I try to hammer the memories back into my brain, all the buildings start to disappear and the town just fades away to nothing. It’s incredibly strange.

I want to write my grandmother a letter right now and start the correspondence that might end up with me living with her in Sacramento, but if I started right now, about the time I would arrive I think is about the same time that Kelly would be graduating, and we are supposed to go on some crazy trip to New York. The only way I’m going to be able to do that is if I hunker down and finish my math here. Then we will waltz off to the Big Apple and become famous photographers and not-so-famous Web designers. Oh, that reminds me, I have to start working on Kelly’s web site. We went over a bunch of different designs and did some conceptual sketches. I think it’s going to look really cool. The first version will look like crap, but as we refine it into a well-oiled web machine, it will be the sex.

My wrists hurt tonight, I’m not good for anything. I took a bunch of photos, but I don’t think they will ever make it to my blog. Perhaps I should just upload them to my Flickr gallery. That seems easier.

Check out the thanksgiving photos!!

If you look at the whole photoset, check out the photos of my grandpa’s house and all his trains (I was in LOVE with his train-filled caboose when I was a kid).

aaaaaaahhhh!!!! vacation is over!!!! my dad will be here in four minutes!!!! He could even be driving up RIGHT NOW.

(save me from reality)

please.

It’s like an hour and a half until I leave. Kelly and I just watched Resident Evil. I am so fucking tired. My dad is showing up at seven. We spent the night ripping her CD collection to her hard drive. I LOVE HER G5!!!!!! It fucking rocks the sex.

Omg it’s going to be so fucking lame to like…not hang out with Kelly for ages…well ages being a month. I’m coming down for X-mas / New years. Mila is so fucking hot…Kelly fell asleep. I’m going to sleep all the way until we get back to Crescent Shitty. I like doing that. Hopefully my G5 poster will be there. That would be so fucking hot. When I’m tired I use the words “fucking” and “like” in like every fucking sentence. Oh, Kelly turned me on to the deliciousness that is Chai Teas. My mom said they were good, but I didn’t trust my mom’s coolness enough to try one. God, I have like no clue what to say. I want to move down here so fucking bad.

I’m sure that somewhere in this town there is somebody that gets me as much as Kelly does and has a penis and isn’t my cousin. Whoa…very tired. Have to type to stay awake. Cuz if I don’t then I’ll wake up at Eureka and then I will be hella fucking bored. I took lots of photos and crap so like, I’ll tell all the stuff about what happened…after I tell about how my boss will chew me out for something that happened in my absence. I know there’s some latin for that, but it’s like 6 a.m. Which is not Latin time. Must pee.

I’m back. I have a crackly something in my back pocket but I’m too lazy to see what it is. I bought Kelly this Ministry DVD, it was pretty cool but they got on this one song that lasted for like twenty minutes so we hecka took that out. Oh yeah, and we went and got some speakers at OfficeMax. AND OMG WE HAD SUSHI!!!!!!! It was fucking incredible. Everything is incredible down here.

Just surfed the web for a bunch of minutes. Possibly thirty. I should eat an apple before I leave. That would be prudent. I wrote Joe an email. That was it. Browsed TUAW and this download blog and Engadget. Crap. Must get ready to go home. Nooo!!!!

We came.
We saw.
We shopped.

And now we nap.

I’m lonely and bored and horny from watching the delicious lead singer of Depeche Mode do like nineteen million pelvic thrusts on this DVD we’re watching. Oh god…Thanksgiving was such a fucking pain. I hate old people. It was like everything was going in slow motion. And it’s still only 8:20. Wtf is going on. Kelly’s talking with Dan on the phone and I’m surfing MySpace to find out what my old ex from Brookings is doing. De-fucking-pressing. I suddenly miss the hell out of him now that I saw a pic of him kissing some random ugly guy.

I basically told Jordan to fuck off again, but he’ll keep messaging me. The MySpace thing is better than him stalking me though. I mean, he needs to keep something in his “mind.”

Kevin also messaged me out of the blue. I sent him something back and now I keep checking to see if he replied because I have nothing better to do. Did I mention the DM pelvic thrusts? That lead singer guy totally gives me a boner. Aww, the DVD just ended. Now what am I going to do? Shit. I should download the pics off my camera onto Kelly’s computer in case we do end up going somewhere.