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Another blog I typed up before I could or wanted to post it.

I got up earlier than intended and drove around Crescent City to explore a little before I headed down to Ukiah. I went to a pier and walked on it, taking pictures of the seagulls. They kept cracking me up for some reason. At one point while I was leaning on a railing, looking out at the ocean, I looked to my left at there was a seagull staring at me. I started talking to him. I think I said something along the lines of whatcha doing? He let out one of his seagull noises and then laid a massive squirty turd. I laughed and kept talking to the seagull. I have a video of a different seagull talking back to me. I’m not crazy, I swear.

I wandered some more and found my way over to a harbor where there were a bunch of feral cats. They were so cute. Normally I’m not into feral cats but eh, these ones were acting like they were pets at one point. While taking pictures of some of the cats, I heard the distinctive sea lion sounds so I found my way over to them and got some mediocre pictures of them. I love sea lions – they are so damn weird, cute and freaky all at once. On one of the docks, some seals were lounging with sea lions. I got all excited about that but was unable to get any decent pictures.

Drove a bit, saw a solo elk grazing so I stopped to get more pictures thinking that would be my last time seeing any. I was wrong. A couple dozen miles down the road, I saw a huge herd of ‘em grazing so I pulled a NASCAR evasive manueveur to take some pictures and gawk over ‘em. I loved the set of antlers on the mature bull. He looked so regal – it was amazing.

I was hoping to swing by a place called Cock Robin Island for obvious reasons. I wanted to do silly things in front of a sign with the name but unfortunately I got lost in the area called Cannibal Island for a good hour and that was creepy but not just because of the name. I can’t put it into words and I couldn’t get very many pictures because there were crazy locals chasing me, trying to run me off the road, and stuff. I guess they wanted to keep me from stealing their cows or goats. I couldn’t steal a cow very easily and while yeah, ok, it might be funny for me to steal a goat, I never really would. I dunno. It was creepy and I wanted to get the fuck out of there.

Then there was the redwoods. I spent a good while driving slowly and galavanting through the forests, taking pictures, inhaling the fresh air, listening to the crunching of my feet on the dead leaves and twigs on the ground. Another moment of feeling of being totally high but not actually being. It was gorgeous. I had so much fun.

Now that I’m at the hotel, I have a surprisingly comfy bed which I’ve been enjoying for the most part. I’m just a bit annoyed and worried about the other occupant. There’s only one other person here. He has a diesel truck, a friend with a Harley who keeps revving the damn thing, and a possible hooker. They’ve been talking loudly for hours except when the dude with the Harley tries my door every so often. He has stopped ever since I set off my car alarm the last time he did it. My windows’ll probably be smashed in when I wake up but gah. I’m sorry that you are doing something that scares me Mr. Creepy Man.

Random observation: Why do all guys I know/meet who are named Randy live up to that name? They are all horny bastards who try to get in your pants in any ol’ way. What the hell? (No, Randy is not the Harley dude’s name as far as I know.)

Oh, just a short tidbit. I giggled over a road called Hookalot – for two reasons. Hook a lot (like a hooker hooks a lot) and hooka lot. Tell me that’s not funny. I’ll punch you, foo’.

Also, I have a sunburn in addition to abnormally dry skin from the change of climate here. My skin is not happy. Dunno how I got the sunburn – I had sunscreen on. Meh, whatever. Maybe I’m just too pasty for the sun.

Conclusion of day two: I hate driving so much and would like to stay in one place for a longer period of time as long as that place is safe. Ukiah is not a decent place to spend the night – especially if a female and by yourself. Elk have fucking sexy asses and antlers. I have an extremely clear head and am still smiling over the little things.

Conclusion of day two in picture form:

Yeah, I don’t know.

Here we are in the New Year. I would have said that with a bit more enthusiasm but I’m one of those disgruntled people who doesn’t really see a major point in celebrating what is really just another thing we are forced to believe in by those silly Christians. I hate being yet another sheep. Now if I was a goat, that would be entirely different. Goats are awesome but for reasons that I really can’t go into at this time. *shifty eyes*

Seriously, why can’t we make a calendar (or even a more widely accepted religion) set by the moon? The moon is totally something I can believe in. It’s seriously right there. You can see it, you could, theoretically, touch it without being dead or high on something that I wish you would share with me. That makes sense to me. Anyway, I’m getting off the boat of New Years and going into religion which really should be avoided. I just piss people off when I do that. My apologies.

New Years.

I am not the kind of person who makes resolutions for the new year. I find it silly. Why wait for what is really just another day to do what you should be doing right. this. moment? I don’t understand the logic but I guess if that’s what works for you, by all means, go for it and good luck. I’ll be over here in the process of the majority of my resolutions that I started a week or three years ago.

This year, I kind of did do a painfully common one that everyone fails on within the first month or two. Start eating better/exercising more/yadda yadda yadda. Specifically, I am starting Weight Watchers again and Alan is under obligation to do it with me. I’m mainly doing this again because in the fall of 2007, I had started losing a bunch of weight and by January 2008 I had lost about 45lbs. I have since gained that all back plus 3 more. That has to go. My self-esteem plummeted again when I started gaining it back. Be sure to nag me about it. Guilt works wonders with me.

So, what few readers I do have, I have a question to ask of you. Are you the sort of person who makes resolutions? If so, what do you have lined up for this year? If you aren’t, why not?