Need to vent so I can study....

Yup. I have a lot of stress right now.
One roommate is moving out on 10/31. Fine. She submitted proper notice and paid her rent for October, albeit two weeks late....
The other roommate is having raving cunt attacks.

The quick-ish version:
In January she asked if her girlfriend could move in after she graduated from school.
I said "no."

Come spring, she said she didn't want to live with her girlfriend anyway, so there was no more interest in said girlfriend moving in.

Toward mid- to late May, I came home one day to find said girlfriend there and they were taking small furniture items and clothing up to said roommate's room. I asked what was going on and I was told that the girlfriend was only staying the weekend and would be moving in with an "uncle" in Palos Verdes. Six weeks later the girlfriend was still in my house.

During this time I approached her a number of times about the fact that the girlfriend should not be there. Nothing happened.
My original roommate moved out at the end of May, so June 1st I paid double-rent and double-utilities in order to keep the house (I sublet to the roommates).
At the end of June I was fed up. The girlfriend had been living in my house for free for six weeks, without permission, and I had been been paying double. I came up with what I thought to be a VERY reasonable payment for this: One month of utilities & a small portion of rent for the month, totalling $350.00. For six weeks. My roommate paid it for her, all the while tearfully apologizing for taking advantage of me and blaming the ignorance of youth and inexperience for not understanding the situation and applicable laws. I also added that the girlfriend absolutely had to be out of the house by the end of June. She was, and a second roommate took possession of my vacant room July 1st.
The summer went on and roommate 2 was really bad about paying rent on time; as a matter of fact, she never paid rent on time.
Money went missing from my room right before roommate #1 left on vacation, most likely at the hands of her visiting girlfriend. I don't know this for sure, but there were many times that the girlfriend was left alone in the house without my knowledge. Although I lock my room when I leave, I hadn't been locking it when I was at home and in the shower, or downstairs. The only people who'd had the opportunity to see the money in my room, therefore knowing of its existence, were roommate #1, the girlfriend, my fella, and one friend of mine who'd only been in there once and had never ventured back up the stairs due an intense fear of the upstairs of my house. So, I suspect the girlfriend, as she had knowledge, access, and motive (see aforementioned $350.00).
I left for vacation for a month.
Upon my return on 9/20, I came home to the girlfriend in my house again. I didn't know how long she had been there. Roommate #2 was MIA and roommate #1 was supposedly engrossed in classes, so I didn't see her much for a day or two. On 9/22 I had the opportunity to discuss the girlfriend situation roommate #1. She assured me that she would never leave the girlfriend in the house unattended and that the girlfriend was leaving in the morning. A week later, she was still there, although trying to sneak around.
I contacted an attorney (yay for my school that have these services available for free/cheap).
Last weekend, on the advice of my attorney, I implemented house rules to avoid these abuses in the future. I spent this last weekend being verbally attacked by roommate #1 and begging roommate #2 for the October rent she had not yet paid.
The good news is, I got the rent from roommate #2 finally.
Last night roommate #1 told me that she is moving out at the end of the month with roommate #2. I told her that, although she doesn't have a written lease, city ordinance requires her to give one rental period's notice as defined by her payment schedule (so, one month).
Now roommate #1 is trying to say that she told me on the 1st that she was moving out. Now, in all of that screaming and berating last weekend, and prior discussions, she vehemently maintained that she would NOT be moving any time soon.
I'm also pretty sure that she has the girlfriend there and is hiding her in her room and allowing her to stay in the house during the day while I am at school.
She has also stopped doing her own dishes and cleaning up after herself (coffee and food spills all over the counter; I don't even eat at home).
She also keeps leaving lights on all over house, I assume in some kind of effort to drive up the electric bill before she leaves.
I just don't know what to do at this point....
I'm happy these people are leaving. But I do need to get renters in there ASAP, which can be a chore, and expensive in the meantime.
And I have a very difficult midterm tomorrow that I absolutely cannot focus enough to study for (hence, the vent here, in hopes it will clear my head).
And I have to spend the rest of the month putting up with this bullshit in my own home.
And I have to wonder if she going to break things or steal things on the way out, just to be a pill. I put no immature action past her at this point.
I don't even feel safe at home.
I've considered moving out and into a smaller place closer to campus, but it's very expensive up here and I would need a lot of time to get out of the house after over 8 years there, so Winter Break would be the best time to do it.
Anybody have any thoughts or suggestions...?
At least pass the word along about the rooms for rent.
I have an ad on roommates.com, my profile is, of course, EarlessDog.
Or they can email roommate@earlessdog.com.
Ugh.

Day 29

The last night.
It's after 23:30. Just said our goodbyes at the Dome.
I'm going to miss this place and these people.
Had a nice adventure yesterday. Poled into Polar from Loraine. It was rough, but fun.
All together we caught a 23-inch Northern Pike (Nadya), a largemouth bass (Dad), a smallmouth bass (Kevin), and a few sunnies (me and Kevin). Made for a very tasty late-night dinner.
We were on the lake for about 8 hours. I fell asleep with my fishing pole in the water at one point.
My brother and I lost our anchor. I don't know who tied it on, but it was gone.
Our last adventure for the summer.
I can't wait to come back next year....
Everyone else is in bed.
I'm going to smoke a hand-rolled that I bummed from Marshall, take a shower and pack it it all up.
See everyone in 36 hours or so....
WOOT!

Day 28

WOW. Day 28. It's almost over....
We've just been chilling out and fishing. I caught a nice sunfish and four or five crappie the other day. Dad got a small bass. That was out on Battle Lake. We hit Battle again the next day and only got two crappie: my brother got one and I got one (but mine was bigger). We filleted them and tested my uncle's broiling method - YUM! Tuesday we went to the cabin to do some work and my brother and I took a nice three-mile hike half-lost in the woods. Then we tried fishing Deer Lake with no luck. Had a very tasty dinner in Audrey's very cool old cabin and got nice and drunk before boating back. Nadya and I spent Wednesday rather hung over while Kevin explored and Dad ran into town for supplies. Today we are having a nice breakfast and spending the day fishing Poplar. It's such a nice, clear lake. Tomorrow we winterize, clean up, do laundry, etc.... Saturday morning we head out for L.A., early I hope. I have a lot to do and school starts Thursday.
Which I'm getting nervous about. We won't be home until late Sunday night at the earliest. I will have been gone for 31 days. I need a day or two to prepare, readjust and reorganize. I also tend to go through that "not smart enough, academic impostor" thing. I'm really nervous.
Anyway, I need to eat. I'll leave you with selected photos.

Okay, maybe I won't. Something isn't working.
I'll figure that out later. For now, I smell bacon...!

Selected Pictures from Burning Man

Day 22

It is a beautiful day; however, I do not exist today.

Yesterday, Marc & I went into Big Fork to do laundry (7 loads!) and grab some groceries. It took forever and Marc was really hurting because he forgot to take his pain pills with him. So, we grabbed a six pack and split it on the way home. I never stopped drinking after that. I spent the evening bullshitting with Aaron, Jessica, and Ludwig about the universe, math, and life on Earth. Eventually we got the fire going and Aaron got out his guitar and Ludwig grabbed his banjo. Ludwig later switched to washtub bass. There was a faint aurora overhead, lightning out across the lake and thunder rolling. It really was rather perfect. Other pals and visitors came and went throughout the evening, but the crowd slowly dwindled as the wee hours approached. Ludwig and Aaron even snuck away to go to bed. Jessica and I; however, stayed up drinking screw ups and bullshitting until who-knows-when. At some point the vodka and late hour finally hit me and I stopped her mid-sentence saying, "I MUST go to bed NOW!" And that was it. Right now I would kill a man for some club soda. We're both pretty wrecked today. Ugh.



Today is the anniversary of many things. One of them is the birth of my friend.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIEANA!!!


Some pictures....




This is the shack














































This is Gail's place, where we are staying.

The Duitsman cabin (unfinished). Dad & Marc bought most of the property at this lake; the rest is county land. We need to clear a way to the shore, and a little more yard area, but it will be done in time. Eventually, a lot of clearing needs to be done to get rid of some of the competition between the trees. Dad wants some of the maples to grow.












































Wednesday sunset:


































The gang's all here (at Deer Lake Charlie's): The bartenders here are the Gail & Charlie, the progeny of the original Deer Lake Charlie. Charlie spends his summers here, his winters working in Antarctica, and likes to chat with me about physics. Read his shirt; it's funny.



























Sexy Beeyatch! I told you, these Minnesota Mosquitoes are the only ones that get to me. Dad says it's because they have been sucking Duitsman blood for 57 years and have found a way to counter our immunity....
Yes, the picture is upside down. I took it looking down at my legs.

Day 20

Didn't do much but drive yesterday (Day 19). Although, we did have a delicious meal at a Chinese buffet in Moorhead, MN (basically Fargo, ND). They actually had General Tso's Chicken on the buffet. Fuck the Colonel, I haven't had the General's chicken in over ten years and I LOVE THAT STUFF. For some reason, it doesn't exist in Southern California; no one's even heard of it. But apparently at least Hoosiers, Minnesotans and Pittsburghers have known the joys of General Tso's Chicken. MMMMMMMM.............

Anyway, got in to Gayle's just before midnight. I slept out in the shack because the air pump broke and I couldn't blow up the air mattress. There are people coming in for the jug band competition who'll be staying in the shack tonight, but I wish I could stay in there. It's a just a cozy room with a table and a bed, but it smells so good and it's quiet! Last night I fell asleep listening to the rain and reading "White Water Slim: The Only Man to Ever Ride a Log Thru Dead Man's Rapids." It's 45 pages of a 94-year-old man rambling on about his life as a woodsman/logger.

We would be in our cabin, but it's only just dried in. My uncle fell from a ladder and broke his collar bone and four ribs. Due to his accident, Gayle is letting us stay here at her place since we can't really finish our own cabin. If you didn't know, my dad and his brother bought a little piece of land of up here with an 18-acre lake on it. My family has been coming to this area for 57 years and finally bought something. I'm happy to be settled in the woods in a familiar place for a spell.
I miss Bruno. He should've been on this trip with me. He loved it here.

I took my left nipple ring out after I got out of the shower today. It had migrated a lot and wasn't healing properly. The douche that pierced it screwed it up. It's not that he was a bad piercer, I just think he's too damn cocky and stopped paying attention to quality. I asked him if he'd pierced inverted nipples before and his response was, "I've been doing this for over thirty years, I've done it all." Well, guess what Tommy T, you fucked up. An inverted nipple needs to be stimulated a bunch to coax it out somewhat, then pulled out as much as humanly possible before that needle goes through. The right one was pierced when I was 16 in Turkey with a safety pin and it was just fine (until I took it out ten years later). Because it was pierced for so long, and therefore comes out more, it healed just fine this time, too. But, man, I could tell something wasn't right the moment he pierced the left one, but I didn't say anything because his chairside manner made me feel so ignorant. What a condescending prick. I should just pierce it myself after it heals. I still have some unused needles sealed in their packages from "back in the day." Hell, I could go to the Farm N' Fleet and grab some while we're here. Pretty ridiculous that I pierced myself with safety pins and animal inoculation needles for so long and never had a problem. The minute I pay some jackass to do it for me, I've got a tongue and a nipple migrating, and others that are slightly off-center. I didn't have any training, but I was very good; very attentive to position, aesthetics, symmetry, etc.... People liked my work. Tommy T needs to come down from his roost in Cool World and get his head back into the game. That's what I hate about so many tattoo artists and piercers, they get big heads and think they're too cool for school after a while. They can suck my butt. Argh!

Okay, I'm going to go enjoy the lovely day before the rain comes and we run off to the laundromat so we get that playa dust out of everything. I have absolutely no cell reception, but a text message come though here and there, so feel free to send me a "hei hei." We do have Internet access. I'll be on here and there. Watch for me on Skype.

Day 17...? Nope, 18.

It was a pleasure to burn....



Seriously, it was.

A little different vibe than usual; the art seemed smaller & uninspired. But I enjoyed myself nonetheless. Skipped Critical Tits this year. I guess I decided I'm over it. Plus, we were having too much fun hosting an afternoon of borsch and blues at our camp. So many people came by! It's our new theme.

That's what this burn ended up being about: neighbors and camaraderie. And it rocked! Had a blast.

We intended to leave Monday morning, but a member of our camp started whining on Sunday, so we ended up packing during a dust storm and spending 2 hours just getting to pavement (and another hour going the 20 miles to Gerlach). I had really wanted to watch the Temple burn this year.

We drove through the night and ended up spending the day at Yellowstone today. It was beautiful, I love that place! Now I am in a motel in Billings, awakened by snores, and emailing my blog post in from my BlackBerry.

We should be at the cabin by 9:00 tomorrow night, I hope. Then nothing but fishing & beer-drinking for a while....

Ahhh...

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Day 12

At Dulles early. Tom & Rita are awesome! They want the whole family to come visit.













It's just about noon in Reno and I believe the airport is my last bastion of internet service for a while. From here I leave you all to disappear into the desert for five or six days.





It's time to burn....

Day 11

Barely slept (I doin't know why) then walked the National Mall all day. Deb dropped me at the Metro on her way to work. Began at the capitol, made a full loop, then did the length again to go to the Washington Monument and White House. Then dinner with the family and a night at Tom & Rita's. Leaving early tomorrow.

I have always believed that I have a wonderful family. I have now discovered that this includes my extended family. THEY ARE ALL WONDERFUL!!!

Here is my day in selected pictures:

Day 10

I slept like a LOG. A dead log. Charlie & Deb's place is SO nice and so are they!

They took me down to the National Mall, with a little driving tour along the way. Walked through the sculpture garden and hit the National Museum of American History.

DC is a beautiful city! I wasn't expecting so much grass! Saw the Iwo Jima monument and Mount Vernon. And DC is clean. It's quite lovely.

We didn't try to do too much, we had their 14-month-old with us, and my knee started bugging me (ice & vicodin while watching the tube now). But Deb will drop me off at the Metro in the morning and I'm spending the day touring around on my own. I want to hit the Air & Space Museum. Tomorrow night I'll be staying at Tom & Rita's since I have an early flight and they are closer to Dulles.

That's it for now....

Day 9

I'm sitting on the mezzanine of South Station, watching as Boston is inundated with rain and parking tickets. I think the rain has me feeling blue. Not homesick blue, but that empty melancholy that continues to haunt me here and there - when the world is gray, as it is today. Or maybe I'm just depressed about my impending 8 hours on Amtrak….

There seems to be more sad and/or lonely people in train stations than at airports. I'm enjoying traveling by train, though. I can walk about as I please, the seats are roomier, the air isn't as dry and stale, I feel less time pressure, and I actually SEE the places I'm travelling through. Many of the trains even have free wireless, although I don't believe this one does. I will do this more often.

It has continued to rain all day, without a break.

As much as I am feeling a bit down today, I realize there are wonderful people in the world: Joel the nice guy with Delta; Adam & Abdallah at JFK; Kyle at Enterprise in Westbrook, ME; the nice tollbooth lady; the Dunkin Donuts lady; Paula, Mike & Colin who took in a stranger for two nights; Shahin, Santi, Johnny, Freddy & Mark in Boston, sharing their already cramped quarters with me; The distant family meeting me tonight at Union Station in DC; and countless gas station attendants, grocery store clerks, and locals willing to advise. Why should I feel sad when there is so much kindness in the world…?

Why should I feel sad…?

Providence, RI: all spires and steeples stabbing at the sky through the trees.

Old Saybrook, CT: saw a duck flying along with the train. It made me stop. I don't believe I have ever, nor possibly had the opportunity to, watched a duck fly like that. It was quite beautiful.

Everything is all trees and grass and gray skies over the ocean.

Old, brick factories with broken windows.

Hey, Norwalk, CT has Mexicans!

Newark is not pretty. But that's a given, right…? The sky looks nasty and pale yellow.

It gets better close to Princeton, but nothing spectacular. Trees, blue skies & fluffy clouds. Standard idyllic fare.

Philly isn't quite what I expected it to be. Not better or worse, just different.

Faint double-rainbow in a gray sky in Delaware.

Maryland so far looks like a watered down New England.

Family picked me up, had dinner and now ready for bed. Very nice pad that I'm staying in. Charlie & his wife are letting me have the whole basement. I have my own little apartment complete with living room, bedroom and bathroom.

I've finished Fahrenheit 451. I'm trying to save The Little Prince for Tuesday's plane ride.

It was a pleasure to burn….

Days 7 & 8

Thursday

Slept pretty well. Shahin has to work today and tomorrow, but he made me a list of cheap places to go and waste time. I've been to Boston before and there's all of this Ted Kennedy business going on, so I have no need to go try to be a tourist. I'm just looking for ward to relaxing. I'll probably hang out in a park today and try to get through more of this book!

Had brunch at the Rosebud. Tuna melt & peddler fries - SO GOOD! The waitresses were two older Bostonians with blonde coifs and thick accents. They were so sweet. I bought a mug and sat there watching the Ted Kennedy funeral coverage. Right now he's on his way here from Hyannisport. I realized I don't know much about the Kennedy family. I'm just sitting in a cute little park by Tufts digesting my food. I love that I picked up this handy little computer before I left!!!

I tried taking some pictures of myself, but they didn't come out all that great. That's a skill I have not perfected. The weather is gorgeous. I saw some alterna-goth-chick layered in socks and skirts and sleeves and just thought, "it it that important to look the part all of the time!?" You just can't let image hang you up like that. I'm here from SoCal; if I'm not cold, you're not. I'm in the skimpiest tank I own, shorts & flip flops. Puh-lease.

I realize that I forgot to pack tampons….

I am so happy to be out of Cali for a bit. This is really wonderful. I know it probably doesn't sound like I am doing much, or at least anything very interesting, but this is awesome and I needed it. Grass, trees, parks, books, introspection; the ingredients for a happy healthy Brooke.

Unless I give in to the incredible urge to buy a pack of cigarettes….

Friday

Didn't give in to the urge to buy cigarettes, but bummed a couple while I tied one on with Santiago's roommates. Nice guys. We had a good time just shooting the shit. Of course, I'm a little hungover today. Cheap wine is just dirty. Passing the time hanging out in Harvard Square. Had some pizza before wandering around, checked out the old graveyard, etc…. I'm at the Coop for the moment, eating pasta salad after browsing through their comics and graphic novels. Picked up a copy of The Little Prince and a graphic novel version of Fahrenheit 451. I'm kind of tired of reading Thoreau, although I've only Cape Cod to go before I'm finished with the book. We might go to Walden tonight when Shahin gets off work. Just to see it and maybe swim. It'll be an early night; I have a train to catch tomorrow morning.

I totally feel that a nap is in order….

I finished it! I'm done! I guess I'll be reading The Little Prince and Fahrenheit 451 until my calculus and linear algebra books meet me on Tuesday! YAY! My favorite quote from the book (The Maine Woods):

"We saw a pair of moose horns on the shore, and I asked Joe if a moose had shed them; but he said there was a head attached to them, and I knew that they did not shed their heads more than once in their lives."

No Walden - it's raining. Hanging at Santiago's playing poker with the boys and watching late night TV.

Off to DC tomorrow....

Day 6

Trouncer (the cat who once had a counterpart named Pouncer - cute duo) has a very large breakfast mouse this morning. Trouncer eats two a day (breakfast and dinner). I'm having ricotta & peanut butter.
For some reason, San Pedro Café charged $8.00 to my bank card two days ago. I haven't eaten there in two weeks, at least, and I'm in MAINE! My card is with me, too. How did this happen?
Well, my pal Ramon is working on it. No need to cancel the card at this point. Probably an old charge someone forgot to clear.
Left Paula's at 10:00 after breakfast. Drove down the coast then through Auburn instead of Augusta. The weather was pretty muggy once I got away form the coast. But south of Auburn there was a cool patch that was SO refreshing before I hit Portland. Portland was hot. And kind of ugly. And lots of traffic (again, I stuck with surface streets, no interstates). I'm so SAD right now to be leaving Maine! I love it here! How can a place so beautiful ever produce anything ugly or bad!?
Paula wants me to come back with the whole family (Dad, Nadya & Deb, at least) next summer or sometime soon. I'm totally down!
I have to say, I'm mostly into Northern Maine. Driving the coast from Paula's in Brooklin was pissing me off a bit. It's more populated and touristy. I love the mountains and trees. The water at the little beach by Paula's was so clean and clear and perfect. I did drive through some pretty woods south of Auburn, not dogging southern Maine, the north just has more interesting nature. But I never saw a damn moose.
Now I'm waiting to hop on the rain to see Shahin in Boston.
Oh my gosh, I feel like I am going to cry hysterically because I'm leaving Maine!!!
Man, I keep forgetting to mention that 7 people were swept into the water by a twenty-foot rogue wave at Acadia the other day. A little girl died. Crazy shit: http://www.myfoxmaine.com/dpp/news/maine/20090826_Rogue_Wave_Survivor_Recounts_Experience
Sitting here in the train station, I am getting nervous about school. Must definitely brush up on linear algebra before class. I thought I was done with math, but this ONE MORE linear class is supposed to help me with Quantum Mechanics. We'll see. Oh yeah, and I'm really frakkin' hungry!
An interesting thing I noted: Maine turned my eyes green. I think it was all of the trees & grass reflecting. Back to blue now. VT & NH made them gray - bad weather.
The train was FREEZING! Shahin met me at the station and we hit Redbones for beer and cheese fries. We are staying tonight with his friend Santiago. We have a futon in a total guy pad complete with foosball, darts, and a dirty bathroom. Perfectly comfortable! Aguardiente night cap and we're off to bed.

Didn't really take pictures today, but I found Paula's bathtub manufacturer interesting.

Also, her grandmother's amazing found object assemblages that were hung here and there in the house.

Day 5

Slept in super late - Paula said I needed it. Spent most of the day at the beach with Paula. She rocks! We are kindred spirits in Volvo & costume enthusiasm! WOOT!

The water at the North Brooklin beach was awesome. It was cold, but it was SO clean and clear. It didn't even taste bad when I got too much in my mouth. Like table salt and tap water - no funky redondo beach flavors. And it felt nice. I swam around and shot the shit with Paula all afternoon. Then we came back for dinner (zucchini-potato pancakes and crab deliciousness), drinks and some quoits (I've no idea if I'm spelling that right - some Eastern PA/Jersey game of ring toss origins). I tried playing lefty. Then went to the Lookout. Paula & Mike went home, but I stuck around with Colin & his friends having a few drinks and hagning out on some field by the ocean in the dark. It was more fun than it probably sounds. Mostly because I was trying to drunkenly explain relativity and I thought I was doing well. I was probably wrong...!

Overall, had a nice relaxing day. I'm sad that I have to leave in the morning. I want to stay in Maine. I think I need to come back and spend a whole summer!!!

Oh yeah. Stepped on a bee today. I thought it would feel good to be barefoot in lucious grass.

It stung. But no swelling, pain or anything else afterwards. I think this is a summer ritual....

Day 4

I slept HARD last night. I needed it. In the front seat of the car with a light glaring through the window and I slept like a log. It feels wonderful. Will I be in awe upon seeing the Atlantic from such a beautiful vantage point as I head down to route 1 today…?
Well, no awe. Some very nice scenery, but no awe. Apparently this part of 1 doesn't have that much of a view of the ocean. Oh well. And no moose. I really wanted to see a damn moose.
My knee is killing today. I'm thinking maybe I should do as the doc recommended and get an MRI.
Stopped at a lovely park to eat in Milbridge. There were some good waves crashing into the rocks, but I'm bad at photographing that stuff. I ate & climbed around for a bit. Now back to the road.
I've passed a few hitchhikers here in Maine; apparently hitchhiking is totally legal. I've mostly passed them by because I'm a chick travelling alone and I'm not going to be totally irresponsible. But I saw this very happy smiling skinny guy with his thumb out and picked him up. I had the time and his destination wasn't too far from mine, so I decided to kill time by taking him all the way there. We also stopped at swam at a great lake. The lakes here make my skin soft. Anyway, it was a good swim, he was a nice guy (shared his bread & seaweed with me and showed me where to pick huckleberries), and I got to see Mount Desert Island (where Acadia National Park is). There were a lot of people and a lot of traffic, though. I may not go back tomorrow as I originally thought. Headed straight to Paula's in Brooklyn. She's so cool and her husband son are nice. She does some crafts, sewing & painting, skis, ice skates & snowboards, and totally grows her own veggies (and etc). We went to see a steel drum band on Blue Hill. I was expecting maybe a 4 or 5 persona band. Dude, there were like 30 people in the band! Ranging in age, I swear, from 16 to 60+. The crowd was all ages, too. As the story goes, a Blue Hill local went to the Caribbean and learned how to play & make steel drums. He came back and taught more people in Blue Hill and surrounding areas. Now the thing to do is play steel drums. They compete against and beat Caribbean bands in steel drum competitions. WHO FUCKING KNEW!? Dude, they even somehow played steel drum techno and had all of the teens and twenty-somethings bouncing and waving their hands in the air. I might've even heard a disco call or two. Crazy! I just keep falling in love with Maine over and over. The landscape, the people, the water, the air, all of it. I'm having the best time. Next two night I'm hanging out in Paula's camper. She has a spare room for me if I want it, but the upstairs gets hot and muggy and she thought the camper might be more comfy and private for me. I have my own little apartment. THEY ARE SO HOSPITABLE!!! I'm trying to get Paula to come rollerblade Venice Beach. I may just hang around here and do some laundry and eat garden veggies and visit with the neighbors tomorrow instead of hiking. Everyone just seems so interesting and nice that I just want to talk to all of them. Anyway, I'll decide on that in the morning. It's after 1:00am here and I need to bed down. I want to get under the covers because the noseeums are going crazy on me. Although, I believe my mosquito immunity stands true. I have no welts or itching at all from those skeeters on the Androscoggin yesterday. Take THAT mosquitoes! Now if only I were immune to noseeums…!
And tomorrow I will hopefully get all of this online now that I can get an internet connection.
Which reminds me, I saw an internet café called the "Phish Net," which I found very appropriate for an internet café on the coast of Maine….