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Red all over…

This weekend Jess and I went to her parents’ ranch.  And, as it annual happens, I’ve come back sun-burned.  Even with the rain and clouds, I get burned.  Damn my poreclain-like complexion. 

We had a good weekend, we got to help out a lot around the Ranch.  On Saturday, we cleaned up a lot of the trees.  And by “cleaned” I mean pulled some down, cut some up and burned a lot of them.  There’s nothing like chainsawing in the bucket of a tractor… kind of a new expereince.  Although my favorite was helping to chainup and pull entire trees across a field with the tractor.  Kind of makes you feel more like a man… well, at least it would of if Jess had let me drive the tractor (with my trackrecord with cluthes and transmissions, it is no wonder she didn’t). 

On Sunday, we sorted their two herds of cattle, treated a couple cows, and tagged two brand new calfs, once of which was nice enough to stamp down on my foot.  But honestly, I can’t blame him… If I was a day old and someone was trying to manhandle (cowhandle?) me I think I’d do a lot of stamping.  Beside the hoof to foot contact, I really enjoy working with the cattle.  There’s something almost peaceful about them, plus they are far more predictable than the horses.  Horses are just too flighty for me, plus in the past, they’ve bucked me off and kicked me… I’m not one to hand around an abusive relationship. 

Not counting today, there are exactly 8 days left of school.  It is remarkable how quick this year has move through.  Many people have said, “Well, it’s because you’re getting older.”  Personally, I hope that’s not the case, because I’m only 26 now, if this aging thing continues, I’ll be at light-speed in no time. 

Unfortunately (more for the students than me), being sunburned and somewhat tired has given me a sour disposition today, although it doesn’t help that after a two-day weekend, it seems that the students forget everything we’ve been doing for the past three weeks.  Schedules, out the window.  Routines, what routines?  Just kind of frustrating… not to mention that everyone has to mentioned that I am a little pink as though I didn’t notice.   Stupid UV rays.

so the room must listen to me filibuster vigilantly

…and thus ends another day at the ballpark with Pratt. Got up mighty early for a day game and headed off for the emerald city. We ended up meeting Miller and his two pals from back east. I think that it was a bad omen when you walk into a stadium with thousands of people you can quickly find Greg at the very top of very highest seats, prancing around with his shirt off having his buds draw a smiley face on his bare torso. This was in addition to the permanent marker scrawling of “I [heart] the M’s.” Miller was given an additional slogan about loving various other things, but he decided that it was too much and adorned his Arizona State University t-shirt (which makes him a traitor). Miller was also the champion of the slow clap–for those of you not in the know, the slow clap is a loud clap that starts off slow and increases in speed until you’re… well… clapping. Greg tried to initiate the slow clap at least 15 times, with the greatest number of participants peaked at 7, at best. Greg will have to live with starting the slow clap at PGE park… his crowning glory, I’m sure. Pratt and I drove back south after the game hitting traffic that would be dreadfully bad traffic by Portland standards, but light traffic by Seattle standards. You couldn’t pay me to deal with that on a daily basis. The Eugene/Springfield traffic was enough to ruin me on commuting.Anyways, tomorrow John Kerry will be in Portland, I wish I could attend the rally to protest. I wouldn’t be there to protest about Kerry or any of the Dems, rather, I would be protesting the flagrant and detrimental use of Jon Bon Jovi–who I loath. Plus, tomorrow, I will (hopefully) getting my new computer which is a gift to myself for being so me. Either way, my current computer is topping 7 years in age and makes a combination of go-cart, shaving metal, and dripping water noises.

It’s time for me and my seriously sun-burned right arm, slightly burned right knee and sun-kissed (not Sunkist) left cheek to go to bed after a health dose of lotion that makes the burning stop. I am definitely anti-sunburn.


I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus

So here I am, in the basement of the disgraced ex-U of O law school, McKenzie (formerly Grayson, nicknamed: dis-grayson) writing this post. Friday was my last day of the seven hour, five day a week of intensive “Theories of Literacy.” And what did I learn in said class? I learned that it is fun to draw a dog with a birthday hat on… or a one legged rabbit (a personal favorite). I mean literacy is all great and everything, but I was expecting something a little bit more substantial. Although, I did get to make a pretty cool ‘zine in class.

And now for our top story: Today marks the start of the great and continuous trip from Eugene to Woodburn and back again. This will continue for about 2.5 weeks, please expect delays. Basically, I’ll be living in Woodburn and going to school in Eugene. I expect to have a serious case of L.A.S. Syndrome (Left Arm Sunburn) from all of the driving. I’m sure Pratt in his rent-a-cop days can sympathize.

I’m taking the chance to see the wind in your eyes

Well, here I am three days from birthday. This is the last of the important birthdays, not that I have been very big on birthdays… but seriously the 21st birthday is the true signal of adulthood, not because you can buy alcohol but because after 21 no one cares how old you are. That is alright by me, people already think I am at least 23… I’m not sure if that is a good or a bad thing. Never-the-less, I will be going out as the clock strikes 12:00am, it should be interesting… especially since i have class the next day.
In other news: Jessica finally came home. This has been a homecoming that i have been waiting for all summer, now I have well rooted dislike for Mexico… and now it isn’t just because it is hot and sunny there. i drove Jess back to Bend, which, by-the-way, is not a fun drive when you are tired and it pitch black outside. Coming over the pass we could see the glow of the forest fires which was kind of cool but little did I know two days later my route home would be cut off those fires. I can’t say I was sad about not being able to go back to Eugene, I got to stay and hang out in Bend with Jessica and her family… no complaints from me. I was hoping the fires would interfere with my plans to head home, I must have an amazing ability to control major fires. The only problem with staying at Jessica’s was that my shoulders got very burned with all of the swimming we did. I’ve gone through the painful redness stage and now I’m in the slightly entertaining stage of peeling, unfortunately that stage has the bonus ability to itch like no tomorrow. Looking at my back, i feel like a leper… no offense to any lepers out there. But it was well worth it, I got to spend time with my best gal.

Other than all of that, life is pretty slow and ordinary. Still looking for a roommate… I think that bears repeating: Still looking for a roommate. hint hint. Until I feel inspired again…