I bleed and I bruise, oh, but what's it to you?

[cyrano]

Things I learned this week:

I don't like going a whole week without my email.

Cute boys smiling at me on the train is nice.

I need to find some time to go someplace where there's a nice beach and an ocean. Maybe Half-Moon or something.

Having your own hotel room makes the week far more relaxing and less stressfull than sharing it with a stranger.

I have no real idea where nice beaches are in California. But Oregon I still know pretty well.

How to list myself. (I'm now on stand by for a flight to Seattle on the seventh of November.)

There's way more to know about this job, ticketing and reservations and rescheduleing and what not, than I'm prepared to learn.

Coming home is hard. Being home is nice once you're settled.

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[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Actually, one of my favorite beaches is the Yaquina Head beach, below the lighthouse. It's comprised entirely of little black rocks, over a rock foundation (so there are tidepools as well). It's a little crescent set at the elbow bend of the coast nestled beside the jutting prominence that the lighthouse is located on. It's ... somewhere between two and five miles off the highway, and varies wildly between completely overcrowded and entirely bereft of visitors.
The ocean makes the coolest noises when the waves come up and rattle the rocks.