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July 06, 2004

I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. Care if I'm old. I don't mind. I don't mind. I don't mind. I don't mind. Mind, don't have a mind. Get away. Get away. Get away. Get away. Away, away from your home. I'm afraid. I'm afraid. I'm afraid. I'm afraid. Afraid, afraid of a ghost. Even if you have. Even if you need. I don't mean to stare. We don't have to breed. We can plant a house. We can build a tree. I don't even care. We could all three. She said. She said. She said. She said.

Most of the moving has gone pretty smoothly, I have an apartment, all my stuff's out here and unbroken, I've already got some furniture, the rest should be in the next week. I've been skydiving at Lake Elsinore for a couple weekends now, I've officially gotten into USC, and I'm pretty sure I've been going to the right company for work everyday. I seem to be getting paid, and I think that's a pretty good sign.

The only thing that's been a series of hoops has been phone comapanies. Stopping service at the old one and getting service at new one. I decided to cancel my service in Champaign and take the $160 hit in lieu of paying for the last 3 months of my contract (which would cost around $210) The only problem is, I got charged for the month of June even though they confirmed themselves that my service was canceled on the 24th of May. I was made to discuss this hiccup for half an hour with a woman who's mental capabilities ceased abruptly somewhere between reading me a card stating their cancelation policy, and rudimentary comprehension of the passage of time. Finally, from the third person I spoke to, the delicate phrase was uttered, "So you canceled in May, but were charged for June? that doesn't seem right."

And now, after much tomfoolery, I must cancel my current DSL/phone service. Due to distance problems, the "band" of DSL in my building could be considered anything but "broad". Verizon has thusfar been very helpful in seeing this attempt and failure at service through, and as far as I know, I won't have to pay just to figure out something they should have already known.

The home phone itself is another casualty of war. Without the accompanying DSL, it serves to do little but provide me with an unbroken stream of telemarketer calls. Quite frankly that's $30/mo I'd rather spend on getting kicked in the throat.

Other than that, the exploration of the South Bay area has been going pretty well, and the more I uncover, the more I realize there is to uncover. Slowly but surely I can fill my schedule with things to do until all I want to do is sit on my ass and do nothing again... and oh what an excellent time that will be.

July 29, 2004

Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty, and I'm barely listening to last demands. I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath where I am. I'll wear my badge, a vinyl sticker with bigh block letters adherent to my chest. That tells your new friends I am a visitor here, I am not permanent. And the only thing keeping me dry is where I am. You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex. A stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting. And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving. D.C. sleeps alone tonight. You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex. A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting. And I am finally seing why I was the one worth leaving. The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights. And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening. And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving.

Score yet another good album recommendation from Joel... kudos. The Postal Service's Give Up is one of the better full albums I've heard in a while, and crusing down the 110 past the L.A. skyline with the windows down and the radio up has to be damn close to the ideal venue for their music.

I took a weekend off of jumping to spend some time at the beach with people from work, and also to head up to Hollywood for a spell where Joel's brother Ben lives. I really wish my skin wasn't retarded and that it could manage a color other than white or red. I suppose if I had to choose between the two though I'd go with white, it's certainly less painful. Hollywood is a bit of alright. Strolling along the walk of fame and watching people point and exclaim as they spot names they recognise could occupy me for hours.

I don't think not talking about what I do for a living will prove to be a problem. It has the potential to illicit, how shall we say, adverse reactions from the longer haired creative types... Everyone's entitled to their opinions, and I'm entitled not to hear them :D

My restaurant "to try" list has been exploding off the charts lately, there's so many I want to try but I'm having a hard time remembering to set time aside to actually do it. I've been working nights, so I've been meaning to try places for lunch. A lot of times, however, between errands, sleeping in, and getting my running in every day I've been lazy about it.

Speaking of running... I really need to get a bike out here. There's jogging and bike paths that run for miles up and down the beaches with an excellent view of the, er.. mountains. Plus maybe that'll give me the motivation to try some of the restaurants down there.

Work has been good lately, things have been going smoothly and it's staying quite interesting. I have an orientation coming up regarding grad school so some of those details will get worked out.

The furnishing of my apartment is essentially done. There might be a couple other things I pick up, but for the most part it's complete, all in all not a bad haul and it wasn't quite as expensive as I had figured, which is one of those "good" suprises. Not like... say... waking up married in Vegas.

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