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i move alot. i realised that today, and i think it's sort of funny how well i've adapted to it. nobody has to help me move. i can do it all by myself. everything fits into my trunk. i never was one to keep sentimental things, and me and stuff never had the relationship most people have. i can throw away almost anything. except my books. i guess everyone has a little pack rat inside of them. i have a copy of catcher in the rye from my sixth grade school library. i have a copy of snowcrash with no front of back cover, with a whole chapter smeared in hotsauce because i was reading at philly's. i guess anything can hold memories, it just depends on how you look at it. i can rememeber what my life was like - who was in it, where i was - based on the book i was reading at the time. or rereading.

on another topic; back to oceanside for two weeks. i miss the salt air and vista is chapping my hands and lips.