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I’m at the land o’ lakes, wisconsin library, checking my e-mail for job stuff, and I just wanted to post really quick.

That is all.  Thank you.

So, I’ve come to the conclusion that Central Ohio needs a beach. And no, Alum Creek isn’t “Close Enough”. The closest thing that I’ve been to around here is when we visit Andrew’s Dad’s house on Indian Lake. Which is great, don’t get me wrong. But you don’t see the kinds of women there that you do at an actual beach, one complete with an ocean. I just got back today from a week in Hilton Head, which really isn’t known for its pretty girls, but it was still way better than here. Especially with Ohio State out for the summer. Hilton Head had plenty of sights to see, although it was kind of weird: Jeff and I had a little game going, which really didn’t have a name but could probably best be described as “Guess their age”. Obviously Hilton Head is a more family-oriented place than say, Cancun, so there were many high-school age girls there, but you can’t always tell until you see how young their face looks. So I’d say to Jeff: “What about that one, in the blue tank top?” and then we’d get a closer look and realize that she was only 17 or 18. Then I’d realize that that’s only a few years older than Megan and feel like an old fat guy pervert. Even though I’m only 24. It was better for Jeff, I guess- he’s 20. But being around a beach for a week got me into some sort of, I don’t know, primitive male state or something that didn’t end when we left- at dinner tonight, after getting back to Columbus I proceeded to fall immediately in love with our waitress at the Old Bag. Plus, according to Andrew (who works there and knows her) she is actually a few years older than I am, and so my perv detector was finally silent. Though, he was quick to inform me that she has a boyfriend. Shit. Oh well.

Hilton Head was great. Like last time, we couldn’t all fit in my Grandma’s (I almost typed “Granma”, which Jeff will think is slightly funny) house down there so she got me and Jeff our own place. If you know Hilton Head, we were in Sea Pines Plantation, where my Grandma’s house is. Last year, we had a room overlooking the Salty Dog. This year, we had our own condo. Which was the perfect “Bachelor Pad”, if only we were the kind of guys to take advantage of that fact. Mostly, we spent our days hanging out with our family- going to the beach, swimming in the pool, playing video games with our cousins, reading, sleeping, bike riding, playing Euchre and Tripoly, eating, drinking, etc. It was a lot of fun. By a freak coincidence, Marc and his family were staying in Sea Pines at the same time we were there, so twice after saying goodnight to our family my brother and I would swing by his place and hang out in the pool. Unfortunately I didn’t take many pictures while in Hilton Head this year- I kept forgetting my camera in the condo in the morning, but that’s alright- I still had a great time. I’m glad I was able to go on a vacation with my Mom this year, since last year she wasn’t able to do anything with us. I’m not sure how my vacations are going to work out next year, since I’ll hopefully have a job by then, but if we go to Hilton Head again next year, and then do something for a week with my Dad, then I’ll probably have to give up going to the cottage, which I’m leaving for in two weeks. This year, I’m worried about being able to do something with my Dad, since after the cottage it’s already August.

While in Hilton Head, our nearest star gave me radiation burns across my shoulders. The first day I used SPF 30 and got burned, since I was pastey from sitting behind a monitor all day. When that started to peel, the new skin underneath got really burned, even though I stepped it up to SPF 50 after that first day. So now, my skin is partly healed but partly still red and it looks like some sort of alien skin from a sci-fi show. I think the species was the “Melanomians” or something.
That’s it for now. Oh, and I apologize for the horrible intended pun in the title of this post.

PS When I came home this afternoon, my graduation ballons, which have been in my room since I graduated (they were mylar and thus kept their helium longer), were all on the floor save the large one shaped like a diploma. I separated it from the others, and set it free- watching it until I could no longer make out its speck. I know it’s not environmentally sound, and I hope no baby turtles die by my hand, but it just seemed like the right thing to do.