Man it Feels Good to be a Gangsta'

After a "short" (just south of 8 hours) trip to Stockton, I step out of the bus, and I'm greeted by my friend Kurtis and his wife Donna. We've been talking about getting together for over 2 years now, and finally it was possible, thx to my lovely long vacation in Sunny Cali. Stockton is a city about 2 miles inland, with a beautiful "University of the Pacific" campus, and apparently, a marina! Other than that, there aren't any other things to see or do here. But this little journey up into (almost) NorCal was great nonetheless. I actually got to see a huge Burmesian Python snap to, and devour a full rat! Sure, it was a dead, frozen, thawed out, still rat...but still sooo cool. Just wish we would've been faster with the camera, get a better shot. But at least we got a pretty good picture of Trouser (hahaha, love that name) opening his mouth trying to realign his jaw again =). (Unfortunately, not with my camera, so it's not available at the moment, just a pic of Trouser doing what I'm doing most of the time, relaxing)
Speaking of which, when we went to this mongolian bbq yesterday, I so wanted to have that feature installed in my body. Such good food, just simply too much. Wanted to eat much more, but it wouldn't fit. Guess it's also kinda silly that I go all the way to the states, plan on trying lots of new things n such, and I go to a mongolian bbq that basically works the same way as the one down on Järnvägsgatan, back home in Helsingborg. Whatever, I need to eat, and I loved it, and still can't get over the concept of free refills when it comes to what you drink =).

As my last night here, Kurtis said we were gonna go see a concert with a band called Journey. He showed me a video of them playing...from the 70s ! Rest assure, I was a bit hesitant towards going to see a concert by an artist I'd never heard of. But concerts are usually still nice to go to, and it was a nice offer, so I came along, and it was...interesting. It was very loud, but then again, I suppose most concerts are, and I'm just not used to attending them. The music was ok, not exactly my taste, but still good. I also found something out while walking to our seat; this is where most of the hot chicks go! I've been kinda disappointed (as I was last time I went to LA, so not surprised, just disappointed) about the fact that the ratio of attractive girls vs the not-so-much, is maybe 10:1 back home, whereas it seems like it's 1:200 here. But now I know why, they're all hiding up in marysville, attending concerts n stuff. It was amazing, such a difference....eerie.

All in all, a wonderful week in Stockton, California. I figured that a fitting end on this trip would be to relax on the 8hour long busride home...man was I wrong. During the final two hours, I talked to this mexican girl sitting next to me, across the isle, trying desperately to calm her down. See, right before the bus began it's ascent up kind of a steep hill, the driver takes us off course, right onto one of those safetydetours, made of gravel, and goes back n forth, seemingly to test the brakes, without saying _anything_ on the speakers. After spending about 5minutes offroad, scaring the heebie-jeebies out of everyone, we get out on the road again, only driving ridiculously slow. The rest of the trip is spent in a solemn silence of fear, especially because of the fact that the driver never ever even brought up what happened. Messed up...I should sue(j/k) !

Whatever, time to go to bed to get some sleep. Gotta get up and start packing tomorrow, because if everything goes well, I'm moving to Santa Monica =). Gonna be interesting to finally see what the apartment I'll be spending the next two months in looks like.

FYI, title of this post is a modification of a songtitle (from an awesome movie) that I've been listening to while going around in Stockton