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My family is one of those units that travels every summer, usually planning some extravagant trip, in fact, the same time each year, the last week-to-2 weeks of June. I was fortunate enough to be able to travel along with them to San Francisco. I'll have pictures up at a later time for your eyes to wonder at.

I'm also thinking of disabling the RSS link I have up on my Facebook. It relays a copy of my posts to my Facebook, so friends of mine can read my posts there instead of here. Convenient, but also a nuisance - if you wanna read my shit, come to Blogger. But that remains a thought and not yet an action.

Caught Transformers 2 last night with a group of friends. Had a blast. I left without saying goodbye. I think I left without saying goodbye. I was driving down 11th, and thought, "Did I say goodbye, or anything along the lines of it was great seeing you all again, we should do this more often?" No, I don't remember doing that. I remember acting a tad socially awkward, the result of a complete mind-fuck seeing Traci and Steven for the first time in like 8 months! Christ be the Jesus! I was beginning to think I was uncool.

Today, for me anyway, is NEW COMIC BOOK DAY!!! I religiously read Cable and am currently following the Dark Reign story arc, as well as periodically re-reading The Messiah Complex. Geek. Math-elite. Wearer of suspenders. Actually, I'm none of these things. I don't even label myself geeky. I'm tech-savvy, but I can't do fucking math; I barely made it through my third attempt at Intermediary Algebra in college! I once had to write a newspaper article about some peoples in the dorms who hated being called nerds - they were associated with the Tech Department in Lochman Hall - and even the department heads would call them computer nerds and the article dealt with their discrimination; one of those unread columns for the Student Life section. I could have done so much more with it, but who would've wanted to? It was malarkey, a group of gamer college kids pissed that others around campus referred to them as nerds when they wanted to be called geeks. I didn't give a shit! In fact, to spite them, I could see people who had read the article going up to the Tech Department and yelling in their faces, "You're ALL A BUNCH OF NERDS! NNNEEEERRRDDDSSS!" Come to think of it, it was The Collegians misdoing: we had called them nerds in a previous article. HA!

Needless to say, I realized the article was a fun, easy assignment for the week, but I still found it bothersome to locate and talk with the tech-department, whether they were out on some mission to stop a terrorist from blowing up the sun, or setting the security much higher on the library computers because of an influx of porn. Plus, I never found that plain-of-genius I usually land upon when in a state-of-writing - there was nothing humorous about that article, and it should have been a breeze. I remember handing in that article to Todd, and him and Mr. M had this broad smirk on their faces waiting for this article to turn them inside-out and melt their skulls, and then they read it and they most likely sat in silence, Todd finally breaking that silence by saying, "Could you believe that crap Austin handed in for this week. That makes four terrible articles in a row. You know what happens if he does it again," and under the table, he cocks a gun. Just another reason why I got out of the biz. I guess you could say I was a bit jealous of the fact that most writers for that paper could take any topic and churn out a solid piece of journalism and I always botched it. Like watching a train wreck in slow motion, the more you read on the more a feeling of dread overwhelmed your senses.