So I left Santa Cruz and am on my way to Boston, with a pitstop in Salt Lake City (which is where I am right now). Today we're going to go look at the mormons.

I won't be updating too much for awhile, but be patient. I will return shortly.

Oh. My. God.

I was perusing old yearbooks the other day (god knows what incited me to do that), and now I'm on a mission. I somehow managed to lose touch with a good friend, for which I am still kicking myself in the arse, and I'm determined to find her. This girl was a gem and a half, and together, we could rule the world. I'm sure of it. We were hell on wheels, baby.

Of course I scoured the ubiquitous Classmates.com, and from there I managed to find this website. Apparently she is now married, but that's all I know. The trail has gone cold.

If you're out there, Ms. Kathryn (Kayte) Cannon, now McCord, I'm hunting you down. But in a good way! Wherrrrrrrrre arrrrre youuuuuu?????

Alright, so it looks like Mr. Kucinich might not be one of the strongest candidates for the presidency at this point. I appreciate his positions on the war, on unionization, on education reform, and most specifically, on NAFTA. But the man's a vegan, for Christ sake.

Oh, so this is what he meant by "endless war."

You need some advice?

My boss asked me to create a Procedural manual detailing the tasks I do here in the office before I LEAVE THIS JOB FOREVER TOMORROW. I just sat down to start writing this handy dandy manual, and I'm realizing that this is one of the most pointless things ever. It's not like anything I had to do here was difficult. I feel like such a dork writing "Step One: Affix label to upper right hand corner of form. Step Two: Enter information from database onto label in designated spaces" or whatever it is that I'm supposed to write.

It's very bizarre to sit and write step-by-step instructions for actions you don't think about doing too much. Try it, you'll see, it's bizarre! "Step One: Insert lock into car door. Step Two: Turn key clockwise until small plastic locky thingy pops up inside door. Step Three: Open the door, you dumbass."

So I'm realizing I am way too lazy to deal with the full HTML code deal everytime I want to post something minor and insignificant. Blogger to the rescue! Now every one of my fleeting thoughts can be published for the world to see, and I can further humour my own feelings of self-importance. Right on.