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Fire & Ice
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Politics, culture, and other oddities.
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Sunday, December 31, 2000
Greetings! I'm writing live, on location, in San Diego, California. Well, I didn't go to the zoo, and I don't have plans to, but San Diego happens to be a really cool city. Who knew, right? There's really a lot to do here. I went to the Gaslamp Quarter one night. That might have been the coolest thing I did. It's just an awesome area. Very alive, very...er.... happenin'. (Ah! Who am I? And why do I use words like that?) But it was also very clean. (That's important too, ok?) But it's nice having so much to do in such a contained area. I'm used to New York -- which I love. New York though is very spread out. Anyway. So San Diego. The weather's perfect. Around 65 degrees all day. (And a foot of snow just fell in New York. A foot!) The Pacific Ocean is amazing. I love the sound of the water. I went to Sea World. I don't recommend it. Touristy, crowded, and I don't really like animals. (Sorry, ok? I'm just not a big fan. I'm entitled to my opinion.) The official report on San Diego (who commissioned me to give the official report?) is that it's an awesome, highly underappreciated city. It's got some cool history too. I walked around this area today called Old Town that's like a preserved section of what San Diego was like around the time of the Gold Rush. Pretty fucking cool. (I think I need to look into expanding my vocabulary.)
So that's San Diego. And I like it. But the problem is, I'd like to leave now. I've had enough. I ache for the chill of New York. Well, not exactly. But it's New Year's. I want to be with my friends. I'm a senior, it's my last big New Year's at home. I've been looking forward to it for a while. And now, after a week of clear, sunny skies, we're all fogged in. My flight was cancelled. My New Year's has been officially ruined. I could try to make the best of it, but I think I'd rather mope, thank you.
Happy New Year's.
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