killing time.

i'm sitting here in the ensign house waiting for photos to transfer from one mac to the other. its got to be the slickest fucking file transfer system i have ever seen. all i have to do is hook both macs up with a firewire cable and then boot the host mac up in firewire mode (hold down T while it starts up). then on the mac i want the pics on i can just browse the other computer like an external hard drive. and every program auto detects the files you can import. so i point iphoto towards the correct directory and i'm done. now i just wait for 8,000 pics to upload. which, mind you, takes a long fucking time.

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today, i'm not sure, where my day has gone. at some point i checked my world lit. grade and then recieved an email that eased my fears about my american literature class. perry and i were driving back from carlo's and we wished there was a party to go to. the nice thing about parties is the convergence of people on a single location. and you are there too, and we all can be silent but its fine. its just nice to be among the flux, the pulsating beat and the eyes and hearts of all those people.

i think we are going to cracker barrel tomorrow. has to be sometime in the afternoon. most likely around 2ish. if anyone wants to take a 200 mile roundtrip to eat at a place that makes you say, "I just don't want to be in a cracker barrel," then you are more than welcome. I think the country fried steak has my name on it. Just the legions of people making way on a Saturday afternoon in Bullhead City will be payment enough. I just imagine when we were in Bakersfield, and there was that line for the buffet near the Shakey's Pizza. It'll be like that, except, you know, these country folk are serious about their food.

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The Wii is going to be very interesting indeed. The mere fact that it will play games of yore is satisfying. Yet, now, you can think that it will also be like a DS, but better, and with more juice. You think that the games coming out for that thing are fun, well then, be ready for an injection of extreme.

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They still won't tell me if I'm going to Norway. I want to know. Will I be up in the frozen North, with the Northern Lights playing across my happy eyes? I swear I'm taking a train even further in the cold to witness the event. Its like a sea of light, and those lights are so alien they remind me how tiny this rock is.

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Anthony Bourdain's book is really entertaining. Talking about it just makes me want to go try out different places to eat even more. And we were discussing the merits of the book; you just want to explore the backs of kitchens and the incredible sub-culture that exists, but that I don't ever think about. Not ever, in the past. Now, yes. And that's really neat.

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i want to start a bead and breakfast called fools rush in