OMG. This city reeks like Nag Champa.... and when it doesn't, it smells like Patchouli. Fucking hippies. And not old hippies...but this new age psuedo shit tourist-exploitaton. Yuck. Pardon my rant...I'm done now.
So...I've been spendning a lot of time walking around, and a lot of time in coffee shops. It's nice. I'm at the library closest to Chris' house right now. It's small...kinda boring...but it's nice enough. It's nice to sit somewhere and not have to keep buying coffee in order to save your seat.
I've been working on a song for the last 2 weeks. I've written about 15 verses....none of them very good. But I think once I settle down a bit, I can take parts of each and make a few solid verses. That would be nice. I'm thinking about calling it "Fell for a straight girl". Ha! Just kidding. I dunno what I'll call it yet.
Yesterday was my Gramma's anniversary. 3 years she's been gone from the physical world. It doesn't seem like it's been that long. The memories I have of her seem much more recent. I guess that's a good thing? I went to the track near the house yesterday.... I kept finding things to do so I wouldn't have to go...but then I told myself I would go because it's gramma's anniversary. I ran a bit, did a few drils, and then hit the long jump pit. Using my ghetto measuring tool (a long sleeve shirt), I determined I can jump about 16-17 feet. That's not too shabby, considereing I have no idea what I'm actually doing. There's a few open meets (at the U) that I might enter....we'll see.
We are going to Tahoe tomorrow. Should be fun.... Chris and I are driving up with his friends Aaron and Shannon (some good wisconsinites). I might go snowboarding, although I've only been a few times (and sucked at it). Grampa spent WAY too much money on a board for me when I was like 12 years old, because we were taking a class trip to afton alps when I was in 6th grade. I never got into snowboarding, because I was too scared I'd hurt myself and mess up my chances for a hockey scholarship.... but now that I'm not thinking about a hockey scholarship...it doesn't really matter if I get hurt. I figure a couple shots of whiskey should loosen me up a bit...and I'll hit the slopes (of the sierra fucking mountains!). We'll see how it goes...
I'd better be going. I want to work on this song for a while.
Oh...critical mass is today. It started in San Francisco, actually. (Critical Mass is the big bike ride once a month, that happens world wide, as a sort of protest by bikers to let people know that they deserve the streets too!). I thought about riding in it today, but I worry because chris' bike has no lights, I have no idea where I'm going, and I don't want to get lost. Geez. I'm such a pussy. I should just buck up and do it. We'll see. It's kinda rainy today too... ah, excuses excuses. We'll see. It'd be different if I was riding with someone (other than the hundreds of people already riding). Whatever. Peace friends!