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Well, hello Xanga, my old friend.  It's been over a year since my last blog.  I apologize for the neglect.  An update is definitely past due. 

Since my last entry I've graduated Santa Cruz and have moved out to Massachusetts.  I've been here in Mass for a little over half a year now and I'm still truckin'.  My dad and I drove the 3100+ miles from sunny California to snowy Massachusetts (we arrived just after a big snow storm).  It took us only a little over 3 days.  The actual move was surprisingly easy.  It's the living here that's proven to be a challenge. 

Luckily it only took a month for me to find a job.  I've been at my company for 6 months now and looking forward to an up coming promotion.  The people here are nice enough, and believe it or not, I've actually made some friends .  We have our laughs and good times, but... ... Ok, so here comes an analogy... you know when you're buying a new pair of heels (speaking to all u girls, obviously, unless you're into that kind of stuff, in which case...awesome for you..) and they're really REALLY nice.  But when you try them on you KNOW that your feet will go through hell the first time you take them for a stroll.  And yet you still buy it.  Right now I'm in midst of my first stroll.  I've bought the shoes, but they don't fit quite right.  So right now I'm breaking them in.  It hurts sometimes, but the longer I wear them they'll get more comfortable.  Or, at least, I hope they get comfy...eventually. 

I'm still thinking about home every day.  I'm counting the days til I visit again.  But until then, I'll keep strutin'.

It's funny... as much as I love being home, I hate it just the same. 

I need to get away.

I've been sitting here for the past hour thinking of something to write.  You would think that since I haven't written in almost a month, that I would have no trouble of pounding the keyboard describing  the many (as one of my friends so eloquently put it:) "excursions" I've been on.  I lack the words to descibe them.  I feel like my time here in Santa Cruz is running out, and yet I've still got a whole summer and fall quarter to deal with.  The clock is ticking.

Ahhhh, finally some alone time with the blog

I feel that my past blogs have been lacking in substance.  Whether that substance be good, bad, or the shit that gets suck on the bottom of your shoesies... still, it's lacking.  Or maybe it's not really "substance" that's lacking but more like length.  Either way, I guess I'm here to make up for it.

I haven't been keeping up with classes lately, and it's only the 3rd week of school.  I've been attending class, but everyday I battle to keep my brain focused and my eyes open.

I know what you're thinking.  You're thinking that I probably spend all my time laying on my couch, with a bag of flavor blasted pretzels, watching re-runs of "My Super Sweet 16".  Au contraire mon ami, I only wish, on the brightest of stars, that that is what I have been doing, but alas, It is not.  I've come to find that work, school, and pcc is a lethal combination that leads to no time, no sleep and extra stress.  Thus, I no longer know what it feels like to have a full nights sleep.

But enough of this bitching.  Aside from the culmination of PCC and all that comes with it, Chestnut Street had a pretty good night of debauchery of which included the hiding and seeking of multi-colored, plastic eggs, ruined landscaping, and the threat of a noise complaint.  All-in-all, it was a good night.

Now, before I end this, I have a request to fulfill

 danica (10:10:28 AM):  can i get a shout out in your blog?

So here *raises a 32oz. smirnoff ice (green apple flavored)*.... One for you, Danica...*takes a swig*... and one for homies *pours on floor*...