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12:48 pm: My Book
For those of you who read this, I am writing a book...well just read it. This is the preface of The Chronicles of the Marsh.

    "To many of those who write on a simliar subject I am but an infant. Less that a decade I can claim to the sport. However I think I differ from many of my peers. For when October comes rolling in, ducks and all that comes with them is my vice. I may seem arroagnt to others, but it is humbleness I try to achieve whil being confident.  To be a duck hunter and arogant should be a sin. Arrogance in a duck blind brings home an empty strap where as humbleness and confidence brings a hevy strap home.
    Less than a decade, I am no pro, and will not claim to be one in my lfietime. Becoming a good duck hunter takes time and expiernce. Everytime I step into the marsh I learn something new. It is this principle, by itself that makes a duck hunter. The ability to learn and adapt to any and every situation is the creature we call a duck hunter.
    I have been inspired by men, boys, sunrises, sunsets, books abd of course ducks. It is my hope that you will take this book for what is is worth. This is a collection of stories, adventures, and expiernces, but most of all oppurtunities to learn." Copyright  Chris Heuser 2005.

Well thats a little taste of what's to come. I expect all of you to buy it when it gets publsihed.

08:40 pm: The Ramblings of Chris
I really don't know why I am updating this. I don't think anyone I talk to with any kind of regularity reads this. There isn't a whole lot to say, other than Sean just puked, either from dinner, or the large stogies we just smoked...but I am fine. We trugged out to the marsh to day, on the account of it being windy, with dreams of another goose to eat. We got something that was the complete opposite, a screwed up shot at some teal, and a game warden who didn't know what she was talking about. I mind things worse by cracking a short person joke before we knew she was a warden. In the end she threatened us with a citation for hunting on 'private' land that really wasn't private...it was public and I called her on it and she got all flustered. She ended up telling sean and I to have a good night and left it at that. I don't know everything, but I do know where the fuck I can hunt thats for sure. She was trying to do her job, which she wan't very good at. It made for a good laugh, as well as a good story. It is Thanksgiving break which means no school and plenty of hunting and fishing, however it means no claudia. A week doesn't seem like too long since I didn't see her a whole lot this summer, but im gonna miss her. Well its gonna be a guys night filled with gta and beer, not too much else I could ask for...

11:32 am: Another Tid-Bit
Well not much had been going on round here. It's raining and windy which means im getting the duck bug more and more each day...only a week and a half. I made stew today for dinner, its cooking now. I might make some bread later. I feel like fucking Betty Crocker!!! Tough shit... stew sounded good alright. I want to Head up to Titlow this weekend...for the whole weekend, but its going to take some major planning and Im not in the mood to do it right now. I smell too...I did a circut this monring, felt good. I will be a long day today, mny 3rd interview at Health Sport at 2 then to work @ 430. Yay...

11:57 am: The Wait Ends Today
Well for those of you who have benn waiting all summer for an update...this is for you. Sean promptly reminded me that I haven't updated since early May. HAHAHA oh well thats the way the cookie crumbles. Needless to say most poeple who would read this already know whats going on up here in McKinleyville. But hear is a quick recap: I have a job a vet clininc, I get no hours, and it sucks. I have a class to get certified for personal training through the American Council of Exercise which I love and will be making $12.50/hr as a personal tainer once I past the test. I have the best schedule known to man, no HSU tue or thurs. And thats about it. Pretyy borring.

Well I hope that will satisfy your tastebuds for a couple days cause I have massice amounts of studying to be doing.

12:28 am: Oh Dear

Okay so I realized I ahve to have 45 pages for my journal thing for English, and thas kinda why I started this in a wierd way. So shit is shit so to speak. I really dont have a whole lot to share besides this little diddle I wrote:

For Love of the Marsh

 

           

Everyone has seen him. He inhabits the hole in the wall, 24 hour coffee shops on early, often cold windy and rainy mornings for three magical months out of each year. He sits with anticipation glowing on his face, half dressed in the newest cammo patterns with his flask of brandy tucked safely inside, lanyards strewn around his neck, ratty sweatpants often tucked into his wool socks, and maybe even a dip of sweet smelling chewing tobacco tucked neatly behind his lip. Just as quickly as he entered he is gone, sometimes you even wonder if you saw him.

            This is the duck hunter. Day after day, morning after morning, nothing can upset his routine: sleep, hunt, eat, and repeat for three months. This is his magical time, where nothing else in the world matters. To him those three months are the most marvelous months out of the year.

            His eyes gaze upon the golden rice paddies as the sun rises over the top of the majestic cottonwood trees. Each day he admires the simplistic beauty of the tulles and ponds. When the skies are empty his eyes always seem to find their way to the numerous hawks and vultures that inhabit the trees and skies above.       

He sits in the marsh as often as he can. He knows that patience is an important virtue, for his is tested day after day. Setup after setup he moves his decoys around, until no duck could resist its false promise of safety. He waits hour after hour for the chance to shoot. He could care less if he brings home duck for dinner, for he’s got a pot of chili on the stove in his trailer that he calls home for the season.

There is nothing more he enjoys more than being able to sit perfectly concealed and watch flock after flock of ducks and geese fly over his head, and being equipped with nothing more than a pair of binoculars. He would rather sit and watch then disturb the poetic beauty of thousands of ducks and geese rocketing, diving, and tumbling out of the air. To him, there is nothing better than this.         

Locals know him by first name only, never caring too much to ask for his last. They know him by his truck, plastered with mud, duck calls hanging off his rearview mirror, dog kennel in the bed, ATV following neatly in line on its trailer, Ducks Unlimited stickers covering the rear window. They know him by his early morning order, perhaps a cup of coffee and old fashioned doughnut or two.

He returns to camp, the comfort of his trailer, and the voices of his comrades telling the latest story. Friends, a full stomach, a beer, and a game of cards, perhaps cribbage is all he asks for. He stays up late talking and puttering around knowing full well that his alarm will be going off at four in the morning. He sleeps deeply, with images of mallards attacking his decoys in a kamikaze like fashion.

Nobody gets their jollies off on waders, boots, camo patterns, retrievers and dogs of all kinds, fake plastic ducks, squeaky duck calls, mud covered clothes, thermal underwear, guns of all shapes, sizes and calibers, old leaky duck boats, hunting shows on Outdoor Life Network, gale force winds, torrential downpour, cold and damp mornings, old and weathered trailers, mud caked trucks, and shooting the breeze like he does.

Young girls are skeptical of him, girlfriends miss them, and wives are used to his absence. Young boys look up to him, waiting for the day they are old enough to join him in the blind, friends are jealous of him, his boss envies him, and old men wish they could still do it like he does. All respect him.

He works hard, plays even harder. Nobody puts more hours in at the office. He is the first to clock in, the last to clock out. He is never ever late or even on time, he is early, day after day. His desk is covered with photos, and other memorabilia from years past.

He is one of the most responsible outdoor enthusiasts you will ever find, with his mind constant ally taking him back to those golden rice paddies and majestic cottonwoods. He is the one picking up trash on trails, or repairing fallen signs that nobody else will fix. He is the first one to volunteer for trail clean-up, if he isn’t the one who organizes it. He is always present at town meetings, more than willing to voice his opinion. He will be more than happy to serve on committees for nine months out of the year, but during duck season, he might be hard to track down.

He is a magical creature, whose God is nature. You may get tired of him telling stories, or constantly practicing his duck calls, but you can’t help to like him. You will soon discover that is longing for the marsh each season is almost greater than the ducks he searches for. He is simple, with his only wish is at the end of the season that he will be able to return next year to the mud, tulles, water, and of course the ducks.

 

 

Cool little diddle eh? I think so.

 

03:05 pm: Pluggin Along
So perhaps it has been awhile since I have written anything. So first off I want to apologize to those of you who faithfully look at my LJ to see if it has been updated. So I guess I’m talking to thin air!! So anyways there are 4 weeks of school left, 3 weeks of instruction, 1 week ok finals. I am so ready for this school year to be over with. I’m ready for the summer, more over ready for work to start. At the latest I will have my contract in my hand no latter than this weekend. This is awesome because I will know to the penny how much money I will be making this summer.

I got all kinds of plans in my head for ‘Suzy Q’… my first boat. I can’t wait for next fall…our own house, my boat, ducks, deer, bear, salmon, and I guess I should spend some time in school, but whateva, next year is gonna kick some major ass.

For those of you who don’t know, which isn’t many at this point, Claudia and I got back together around um, a few weeks ago, neither of us are really keeping track, well at least I’m not. It’s cool cause we kinda picked up right where we left of a year ago. So all is good.

Sean’s birthday is this Sunday, not going to be in town until late Sunday night, so fumbilina, you will get your gift on Monday, so no bitchin’.

Aight ya’ll that’s all for now

02:08 pm: "Back to Skool, oh Back to Skool"...
Well tje first week after break is offically half way over. My mom and my Aunt are comming up to visit this wekend to visit. I'm pretty stoked, I haven't seen my Aunt since X-mas.

This week has been an interesting one to say the least, and there is still another two days left to it!! Nothing too exciting has been going on. A spark plug some how managed to bcak out of my block about a mile away from Sean's house. On Saturday he proved he can catch fish by severly out-fishing me. We then shot some shit up off the side of the road beofre heading back to my house. It was a nice end to a good break. I feel like I never left HSU...jumped right back into school, got a B- on a speech I wrote Sunday night and gave Monday morning. Can't complain bout that.

It's supposed to rain, which means no sun, which in turns menas I will lose the kick ass tan I have..oh well

11:51 pm: Good Times With The Good O'l Boys
I would maybe write about other days prior to today, but I have bee chillin’ all break. I have done a whole lot of nothing, that’s for sure. So yeah…

I got up at the butt crack of dawn to go sturgeon fishing with Ray. Which by the end of the day we had a party cause Pappy, Pudge, and Mitten(The 'good ol boys') all showed up throughout the day. Oh yeah and I don’t remember all of their real names, and they called me Jr, ah well I was the only one under 30 there. Throughout the course of the day a 18 pack and two 12 packs were consumed as well as ¾ of a fresh can of cope between Ray and I, pretty impressive if you ask me, but who knows or cares? The fishing was tough, not even consistent taps after Noon. It was still hella fun, I would wake up and do it tomorrow if I could. Ray’s got a nice rig, “$30,000 truck pulling a $40,000 boat to go drink beer all day and sit on the water” to quote Ray. Translates to: 98 Chevy 1500 reg cab, 4” lift with 35’s and a 24’ center console jet driven Fish Rite. Pretty damn sweet. I got to drive the truck, well launch and recover the boat anyways, but it was still tite, I could definitely see myself driving something like that around. The only thing I had to pay for was my gas to drive to Yuba City.

Off to sleep…gonna fish Folsom, then head up to Angels Camp to see Sean and so some fishin’

12:12 pm: Here Piggy, Piggy, Piggy...
Yeah for spring break!! For those of you who don't know how I kicked off my weekend, I shall enlighten you…

Friday afternoon I drove back to Roseville with Sean and Claudia, the drive went well, minus the not paying attention and getting off on the 505 north of Sactown. Only cost about 5 min...no biggie. I cooked up some Halibut for Sean and I when we arrived at my house. Didn’t do too much, looked at some slides of the Matole Property and chatted with my dad. Saturday brought a much needed oil change for my truck, and a quick trip to Sportmart. We packed up, and headed out of town to Monterey. I dropped Sean off with his dad in Pacific Grove. I then drove back to Seaside to Jake’s house.

He showed me the house... introduced me to his roomies, who weren’t very talkative or too terribly friendly. Next up was a trip to the pool to try and locate Chris. We soon found out that he was not at work, but we did se Erin, Karie, and Missy, and invited them to lunch. Chris and Michelle were in Chris’s room, so we picked them up and went over to Erin and company's place. We ended up eating at a sandwich joint called Compagnos, which Jake knows the owner. I really don’t think I have seen a bigger sandwich before. It was fantastic, one of the best sandwiches ever. By the time the eight of us were done eating it was around 3ish, dropped Chris and Michelle off, then went back to the house. We messed around, played some X-Box until it was time for dinner. Dinner brought $17.50 all you can eat sushi. We both got our Money’s worth; I think I ate around $40 of sushi…mmm… so good.

Sunday brought pig hunting at Joe’s ranch outside of Salinas. We met at the Target parking lot in Sand City at O dark-thirty (5:30am). Tim, Robbie and I piled into Joe’s truck and headed out. Most of the morning was un-eventful. Tim and Joe went one way, Robbie and I went another, and we were to meet up on top of a distant mountain. As we were drawing near to the base of the mountain Robbie and I noticed something crashing out of some brush. Since we were in the middle of an open patch on top of a ridge we hit the ground in the prone position, mounted out guns, and got ready for our shot at a pig. As it stepped out into the clear, a long neck popped up…a fucking turkey!!! We traded our guns for cameras and got some pictures, since it decided to wander about 11 yards from us, never seeing us. We let it walk by, as it ran past us, we turned only to see 6 more turkeys, 3 of which were Toms. We couldn’t take it, and decided to try to shoot one. We left or stuff, carried only our guns and followed those damn turkeys damn near ¾ of a mile across open ridges, over hills, and eventually down a gorge. We finally got close to the 2 biggest Toms, readied our shoot, Robbie was to take the right, and I the left. As we stood up to shoot, we both noticed that we were taking a horrible shot…down hill and quartering right to left down the gorge. We both missed, I was over the top, in the dirt right below, and who knows where else on my third shot. We got a good laugh out of it all and slogged back to where we left our stuff. We met up with Joe and Tim, who never heard our shots, and walked back to the ranch house. Just like us, nary a pig was seen. We grabbed lunch, stopped by Joe’s house, and then I went back to Jake’s to pack up my stuff.

The drive home was awesome; I had the windows down, shirt off, music (country of course) loud, and a nice bit of chew. It was a fun drive, a lot of time to think about shit and enjoy the nice weather.

Sunday night I went out to dinner with my parentals and grandparentals to Tahoe Joe’s. Pretty darn good. I came home, changed clothes and met up with Miles and the rest of the young adult ministry and Red Robin. I was home by 10 and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up this a.m. to meet Lindsay and Rachel at Starbucks for some coffee. On the way home I talked to Ray, and cleared some things up.

The next 2 ½ hours were spent washing, waxing, vacuuming, cleaning and baby-ing my truck. Now I’m here, and ya’ll are caught up!! Nothing planned for break, besides fishing, may get my truck painted…it needs it.

01:15 pm: See Ya in 20 Minutes
So yeah it’s been awhile since I have updated. But yaw know what, shit happens so get over it!!! I REALLY want to talk about the previous weekend, but due to certain circumstances, I can’t. However if you want to know just ask. I just can’t put it on LJ. But regardless of all details it kicked ass!!! Today is Wednesday, that means the week is half way over!!! Which also means spring break is in 3 days. I can’t wait. Sat I am driving to Seaside (Monterey) to hang out with Jake (older bro) for the weekend. I am really looking forward to it. I haven’t seen him since early Jan, and well if I don’t see him over break, I wouldn’t till May. So yeah, totally stoked bout that. I may go Pig hunting with Joe while I am down there, but we shall see. It would be cool to shoot a pig, but I couldn’t eat it until Easter…Lent=no meat for this kid. I fished the Matole River with Sean, Joe, and Robbie yesterday. It was pretty damn awesome, although the fishing was incredibly slow. I stopped by John and Cindy Lyman’s place, which is the property my grandparents used to own. They are really nice people. They showed my around, let me take some pictures and told me what was new and what wasn’t. Everything had changed except for the main building which was one of two things I remember. Where there used to be tons of high grass there was fruit trees and some not so high grass. It was cool, the told me that I could stay there anytime I like, and that they would call me when the fishing is good. Yes, I fell in, I ate shit hard, and Sean did a wonderful job re-creating it, so here ya’ll go: “The river was pretty shallow, so we decided to try and cross to get up to a nice pool. Chris was walking ahead, taking his time, when suddenly he starts waving his arms and yelling OH SHIT! Sure enough, the "master wader" Chris, the same jackass who has laughed at me every time I fall on my ass or in the water or teabag my balls into a nasty canal while duck hunting on his face into the river...well actually he tried to fall onto his knees, but the current flipped him over...I can vividly remember the water line heading up his tattoo...basically, he sank up to his chin, when I grabbed him and helped him get his feet. Good lord it was funny. Then he splashes to the shore like an elephant with diarrhea heading to the crapper to make sure he hadn't killed Claudia's 300 dollar digital camera that was in his pocket, which was ok thank god, so I got to laugh at his wet dripping sorry soggy mess of a man without feeling bad about Claudia's camera. I am afraid I can't promise a funny story every entry, but I did enjoy it very much today.” ~Sean Brophy I was laughing then and I am now. I am glad Sean got to feel the joy of someone falling in and getting soaked. He now knows what it is like for me every time I go fishing or hunting with him!!

06:15 pm: Nice Weather =...Studying!!!
So yeah its frickin gorgeous out and I have been in my room studying for my wstern civs mid term since 9am. Life blows. I think I got it all down, so I can perhaps enjoy the last hour of sunlight, but no, hell no I have to write a paper for English that is due tomorrow. Dude I am kickng myself for going fishing, one cause I had shit to do, and two, it was slow. So today I have piles upon piles of shit to do, and I need to do it all. I can think of about 50 other things I want to do now, other than wrtie this paper. I could name them all, and maybe I shall but instead...

1) Single or taken: single and lovin it!!
2) Your Age: 18, 19 in 2 months and 13 days
3) Birthday: May 15, 1985
4) Siblings: one brother
5) Hair color: brown
6) Eye color: brown
7) Shoe size: 12
8) Full name: Christopher Gordon Heuser
*<3* R e l a t i o n s h i p s *<3*
1) Who is your best friend?: Miles,Lindsay, Dave, Sean, Kim
2) Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? I answer to myself!!
3)Did you send this to your crush? see above
*-;-*F a s h i o n S t u f f *-;-*
1) What is your favorite shop?: Cabela's, Anchor Blue
2) Any tattoos or piercings and if so how many?: four piercinngs, 1 tat

T h e E x t r a S t u f f *~*
1) Do use drugs: Some say yes, I say no
2) What kind of shampoo do you use: Pert or Sauve naturals(Oh yeah)!!
3) What are you most scared of: not much acutally
4) What are you listening to right now: Kenny Chesney, 'You Had me From Hello
5) What car do you wish to have: I want my 4runner finished...33's anyone
6) Who was the last person you talked to on the phone: Kent
7) Where do you want to get married?: outside in the fall...before duck season!!
8 ) How many MSN contacts do you have?: 45
Favorite
1) Color: impossible to have 1 all time fav color, have you looked in a box of crayons lately!!
2) Food: duck,
3)Guys names: Luke,Rufus
4) Girls names: Shanqikwa
6) Animal: dogs fo sho
7) Sports: water polo, basketball
8) Music: COUNTRY< COUNTRY COUNTRY COUNTRY COUNTRY COUNTRY and of courseDave Matthews
9) Phrase/or word: ayo fo yayo, Sean don't fall in today, screw class, lets go fising!!
*-;-* H a v e Y o u E v e r *-;-*
1) Given anyone a bath: nope
2) Smoked: yup
3) Bungee jumped: sure havent
4) Broken the law: sure have
5) Made yourself throw-up: y once cause I felt like shit
6) Gone skinny dipping: nah
7) Ever been in love: not really, no

* F i n a l Q u e s t i o N s *
1) Pizza or chocolate: pizza
2) How many people are you sending this to? dunno
3) Who will send it back: dunno
4) Gold or Silver?: Silver

Oh yeah I had a nice crab dinner sat night, so damn good, got to love Humboldt sometimes!!!

01:46 am: Yet Another Week
Well so comes to close another week of school, another week of life. A week from today is gonna be Jason’s birthday. It’s tough for me to grasp that it’s been it has been 9 months since he passed away. You’re always in my thoughts and prayers, I love you so much man!

The week flew by again, kinda nice I guess. I skipped classes again to go fishing, although I can slightly justify it by the fact that I brought dinner back in the form of an 8-9 bright steelhead. It made a frickin awesome dinner, that’s for sure, even better since all I had to eat today was a butterfingers and a Twix. I ended up landing 4 fish and hooking up with 10 or so. I lost an awesome bright fish that would have made a nice limit, but that’s life. I am not going to miss anymore class to go fishing; I am behind and have a lot of catching up to do.

Went to the beach with a bunch of people, good times. I was a DD, cause well I’m not too keen on getting drunk this days. I do find a beer or two to relax quite nice. I decided that quitting all together is really tough. I know I can but I like the taste of beer as a drink, not a tool as to get drunk by. I don’t know I am just a tad confused by it all, and the fact that I am a giant hypocrite. I dunno…

Tomorrow brings crabbing with Tim and Robbie up at Trinidad. I am gonna get some sleep cause it’s almost 2 and I am exhausted.

10:03 pm: Time, Where Have you Gone?
I have so much crap I could and should be doing right now. I am just not in the ‘homework mood’ right now. I feel like being a typical college student and putting shit off. I am so looking forward to spring break. I am already burnt out, and I have been back in school for 6 weeks. Hey only 9 more to go...wohooo!! I so want to be done with school forever, and start a job and all the goodies that come along with it. As it was just pointed out to me I am bored, even though there a shot load of shit I could be doing.

Sean, Tim and I fished the hatchery this afternoon. It wasn’t a bad day, no keeper fish though. I think Tim hooked 5-6 and landed 2. I hooked 7 but only landed 1 due to my own stupidity. I learned at it wont happen again. I lost more shit on fish than on the bottom, and I haven’t decided if that’s good or bad. Sean my boy, next you will get yours, ya just got to put the time in.

Shit I have been sitting here accomplishing nothing since 830, crap not getting anything done 2ngiht, that’s for sure. I guess that’s what tomorrow is for. I will prolly end up catching up with reading this weekend.

So yeah maybe I should do something now…..or not!!

12:16 am: I am so Behind
Ah so the week begins. Monday afternoon was quite interesting, It all began with Dave wanting to movie is desk to spice things up a little bit. While we were standing in the room, we kinda looked at each other and decide to move Dave’s bed and put my desk where his bed is. Now to the normal person, who hasn’t seen our room, we have bunk beds in a room a tad bigger than a jail cell, with one desk (mine) in it and the other desk in the living room. The beds aren’t stacked on top of each other; they are bolted to the wall. All in all we ended up tearing the room to shit, breaking things, putting holes in the wall, etc. We did this all without thinking about things like where Dave’s bed is going to go. So all in all we are going to move it back in a few days because Dave has no bed.

Today is Tuesday, which means no class!! I woke up @ 1030 to go play some soccer. It’s always a good time. I kinda miss it sometimes, but I still think I like polo better. I then proceeded to have a shitty work out. I can’t explain it really, it’s just sometimes I lose focus and can’t do shit I know I can, or I will just with shitty form. Shit happens, so it’s no biggie.

So yeah I didn’t do shit tonight. I went to the mission @ St. Mary’s with Dave and Claudia, it was awesome. The priest talked about the meaning of Abraham and company and tied it all to Lent, pretty damn cool. Afterwards I went over to Kim and Jeanette’s to watch the King and I. Good movie, good laughs.

Tomorrow night I must do work!! And now its bedtime.

11:02 pm: How Many Hours in The Car?
I don’t think I have ever been this exhausted before. The funny thing is I can’t sleep, its one of those things that my body us tired but my mind isn’t. So yeah I spent 12 hours in my truck, not so fun. All in all it was a good weekend, although I feel like I never left, rather I wasn’t in Roseville for all that long. I did manage to get some shit done though.

Saturday I got movin around 9ish, sat around almost all morning. I did pull out my riffle (7.65mm Mauser carbine) and took it all a part and cleaned it. Boy did it need it. I don’t think it has been shot since I have been around. Defiantly and oldie, but a goodie fo sho. By two I was on my way to go see Ray to get my hair cut, which I ended up getting completely shaved…going to grow it out for a month, then bic it. I would do it tomorrow but I paid for the cut, so I can’t justify it quite yet. So I ended up staying in Hunter’s (The barber Ray works at) for a good 2 hours or so. He is a hunting and fishing guide on the side, and offered to take me striper fishing in March. I couldn’t resist, even if I have to drive down for a weekend, I am so there. Night time brought around the St. Rose Mardi Gras Dinner. It was cool to see some people I haven’t seen it a while. The highlight of the night was Steve (Mile’s Dad) dancing on the bar to ‘YMCA’…purely classic. A close second was Father Mike getting his groove on to some Outkast. Afterwards I went over to Mile’s house for some Finding Nemo.

I woke up this morning at 9, and hung around and chatted with my dad. We dug up some old maps of the Matole River, as well as the phone number of the people my Grandparents sold their property to. I can’t wait to go there and see if what I remember is correct or not. I got to take some pictures from my Grandma. I want to go this weekend, but I don’t know how the fishing would be, guess I could call and ask, but I think I need to do some catching up to do school wise since I am behind in anthropology and history. Prolly not a bad idea.

The drive back wasn’t too bad. Rained a lot, but that’s always expected. Only took around 5 ½ hours with a ½ ish stop in Williams for gas and lunch and Granzella’s (so damn good, best sandwiches ever). The last hour along 101 took so damn long, or at least it felt like it.

So yeah I need to get up in 8 hrs for class, hopefully get the same amount of sleep tonight as I did all weekend.

03:55 pm: A, B C, as easy as 1, 2, 3
As the weekend approaches I look forward to it more and more. I’m not sure why I just am. I completely forgot about Mardi Gras this weekend. So to follow tradition I am going to go to the Mardi Gras Dinner and St. Rose Saturday night. It will be fun, get to see some people that I haven’t in a long time.

I’ve been talking to Kersten a lot this week. It’s been really nice. She’s one of the few people I can talk to on the phone for a long period of time. It’s cool cause we lost touch for a little bit, but not anymore.

I have massive amounts of homework to do tonight, a lot of reading if nothing else, and I suppose I should do some English as well. I will prolly put a good 4 hours or so in tonight, not so fun.

02:23 pm: So yeah I have had a headache for the last 36 hours. I think I might have a sinus infection…not so fun. It’s almost Thursday, that means Wednesday is almost over, so the week is ½ over, which means in about 20 min it will be the weekend ( God I love Seinfeld)!! The week has flown by yet again.

I talked to Kent yesterday, this summer is gonna rock!! It’s looking like my contract will be 8 ½ - 9 weeks. So let’s see, 48 hour weeks, getting paid around $9/hr, that’s about $432 a week, and about $3500 for a summer’s work teaching little kids about nature. I think that’s a damn good deal. I will be leaving around the 15th of June, and then coming back around the 11th of August. Things might get tricky if we end up going to Hawaii, but I don’t think we will be.

I still am climbing Half Dome again this summer, even if everyone backs out, I will go alone, it would be kinda tight to do it myself, but I would rather do it with friends. I want to do some major backpacking this spring, maybe some 4-5 day trips, who knows. I am already ready for summer to begin. I am so looking forward to another summer away from Roseville and the heat, gonna miss my friends though.

I feel as though we have grown apart as well Kim. I wouldn’t say it’s anybody’s fault though. Shit happens I guess. I suppose it’s ‘cause of our schedules, we never have much time to talk or do whatever. It seems like you aren’t never around much, or maybe I’m not around much, who knows? Hopefully you will read this cause I haven’t had the chance to talk you bout it.

04:21 pm: Monday, Bloody Monday...
So it’s Monday. Sunday was spent do absolutely nothing. I Went to Church with Dave, Claudia and Rosie. The rest of the afternoon was spent doing meaningless tasks, such as making a door opening service sign, making a basketball hoop out of a coat hanger and some duct tape, and we did do some cleaning since Dave’s sis and her boyfriend were coming up for the night. We ended up ordering some pizza and watching Catch me if You Can, then chilling and talking to around 12ish.

Right about the time we were heading to bed, the power went out. Total chaos, fireworks, screaming, etc. We decided to walk outside for shits and giggles, we eventually went to the top of Founders to see how far the outage went. It was a tad windy up there, but cool none the less. By now it was around 1am and we started walking back. I ended up going up to Cedar to hang out for awhile. I took a big dip of peppermint Skoal, I got really light headed and nauseaated due to the large amount of pizza I ate). It’s never happened to me before, but whateva, no worries. I’m gonna cut back a little bit, or that’s what I keep telling myself, whateva.

Class was class this morning; I ditched anthropology to go to lunch with Dave, Sara and Dave’s sis and her bf. The restaurant of choice was the pantry. It was aight; my food was a little cold. I had the good ‘ol chicken fried steak and eggs. MMM so good. Not too hungry right now, but I’m sure I will find myself @ the J sometime tonight.

It’s been raining all day; I have a feeling we aren’t going to see the sun for awhile. But at the sane time I miss the rain a bit. There’s so much shit on my mind, it is kind of relaxing to stare out the window and listen to the rain. It’s taking me longer to figure shit out that I thought it would, and it’s getting kinda frustrating. I just got to deal with it. I am looking forward to going to Roseville this weekend. It will be a nice change of pace, a change of scenery. I’m hoping I will get a chance to go to lunch or dinner with Miles, but we shall see if nothing else I will stop by his house Saturday afternoon. I need to see that kid.

There’s a lot I could be doing right now, I just don’t have any motivation to do it. I worked on my speech; got the intro and my visual aid done, so it’s not like I wasted the whole day, just part of it.

02:05 am: Ho Hum
It is two in the morning, what are you doing? Well even though by the time I finish this I will have been up for damn near 24hrs…12 of which were spent fishing. So basically I am exhausted. You may find yourself asking, why is this kid up? Well I can’t tell ya that, I just am.

Had another fun day fishing, although it did not yield dinner, it was still sick. We caught 6 smaller fish, and I lost a nice 5lb steelie at the first hole. Kinda frustrating since that was the only bigger fish any of us got into the whole day. Oh well that’s why it’s called fishing and not catching fish. Can you spell cliché? Anyways I learned some more of the Klamath today, we ended up in Orleans. We found a good drift spot, but the fish weren’t there or weren’t biting. I think it is definitely a place worth visiting again. We saw the customary bald eagles, always a treat as well as elk. It only took about an hour and a half to get back, but I am sure I was driving faster than I was last time since I knew where I was going. All in all it was a good trip, not much beats being on the river fishing with friends without seeing anybody else the whole day.

The later to middle part of the evening was spent with me on my ass with some pizza, a movie, and my can of cope. Not much more a guy could ask for on V-Day... The movie of choice was My Fellow Americans. Great movie…ya’ll should see it some time.

I ended up going to see Kill Bill at the Minor midnight show with Sean and Kim. It was a tight movie. There are some things that I didn’t think were necessary, but it was still cool. I got so used to the third wheel thing with Miles and Elaine it doesn’t bother me that much…almost like I am conditioned to it. At least this time around I am not the only one with the license.

Well I guess I should wander off to bed shortly, but what’s the fun in that?

06:39 pm: Freaky Friday...I think not!
So yeah it’s Friday night, and I am chillin in my room with nothing planned at all. I guess it’s not a bad thing it's just kinda eh. I want to do something, but not really at the same time. I dunno I guess I just feel like being a loser tonight and prolly tomorrow night as well. Oh well that's life I guess.

Tomorrow should be fun, a day of fishing. It looks like the weather should be aight, not great, but it could be a lot worse I suppose.

I could do some more homework, but that's what Sunday afternoon is for. If I wanted to I could make of list of shit I could and prolly should be doing, but whateva. AH I feel so lazy, prolly cause I didn't work out this afternoon. I could do that now, but like I mentioned before I am feeling mighty lazy right now.

Hmm not much to do tonight, maybe if I could find something to do that sounded appealing I would do that, but so far no luck with that...loser-dom for me!!