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kiksuave (3:06:33 PM): oh yeah, and thanks for making me sound like a complete fool of an ignorant teeny-bopper in your blog
kiksuave (3:06:47 PM): ...was what i was thinking, but then i thought, that's exactly what i was

haha, you hate me kix ; ) oh, yo (everyone else), kix is thinking of starting a blog!!! but she's shy. feels like she has nothing to say (it was an intersting conversation) and i kept trying to tell her tht neither do i, i just write what i think.....she said something like, "well, not everyone's like YOU" and i said "well they fuckin' should be" or something and then realized that i'd probably want to shoot every goddamn one'a them : ) but yeah, get kicks to blog, it'd be fun. she's got lots to say that she hides behind that quiet facade ; ) who knows, maybe she'll talk about....you.

soooo, thanks to brian white my room is now about half as 'heavy' as it was an hour ago. he stashed three boxes and my snowboard in the corner of his living room life saver, good man : ) and fuckin' crazy. i look forward to spending more time with him next year. there's still a lotta shit all over the place but i'm taking a buncha' clothes home, my blades, cleats (mmm...WARMmuthafuckin'ultimate), discs...yeah. my shit's gonna be spread out over five, possibly six friends' places this year. thanks so much, all of you!

just for the record, i just wanted to let everyone know a brilliant packing method i've used since i left hawaii in the first place. THE DESK is an interesting animal. full of all kinds of shit, sorted in such a way that only the owner can find everything and anything in it. sometimes doesn't make much logical sense, but it makes sense to it's master and that's all that matters. SO, instead of going through my desk and trying to sort everything out and pack it up nicely, what i do is get all the grocery bags i've stashed under my bed and just dump each drawer in a bag! two bags for the big one on the bottom. but yeah, in the last four desks i've had (home, hartley, wallach, schapiro) i've had at least five of my knives in my top drawer, and they stay right there because when i move in again, i just get the bag, figure out which drawer it 'was', and dump it in the new drawer : ) i was always so proud of myself but i guess others probably do it as well *shrugs*

i'm gonna go blog that weirdass dream now (alpine ice skating)....

huh...pigeon