Wir fangen mit unserer Intrige an.

I had a really awkward and unpleasant experience this morning and it has been haunting me all day. I don't necessary want to go into the details, but know that it left me feeling rejected and burned. However, while doing my German homework this evening I've managed to channel some of these negative emotions into really passive-aggressive sentences about people who don't know how to behave themselves in polite society that are allegedly helping me learn to correctly use verb and prepositions in the proper combinations. By far my favorite is, "Ich glaube nicht an Karma, sondern ich glaube an Rache." That is, "I don't believe in karma, but I believe in revenge." I feel sort of clever.

Pissed Off Bastards of Bloomington

I was at the DMV the other day because I needed to get a smog waiver (long story... my car is always broken in really lame ways) and as I was leaving there was a Hells Angel pulling out of the parking lot. When did they become so law-abiding? I mean, I wasn't all that surprised to see a Hells Angel because we have this Hells Angel house where a lot of them live or hang out or something, so there's quite a few of them in Reno. But at the DMV? Really? The DMV is the ultimate manifestation of The Man. Well, maybe the IRS is. I don't know. But still, a Hells Angel has no business at the DMV. 

mystical love radiation

The Chapel is one of my favorite bars. It's a really charming combination of dive bar and hipster hangout. The last couple of times I've been there, I've run into a chick I went to high school with. And... I'm pretty sure she's a hooker now. I asked her what she's been doing the past few years and she responded, "Drinking! I hate school!" I can't think of an intelligent way to comment on this. I don't really have an issue with prostitution (as long it it's voluntary...and that's a complicated issue that I won't get into right now) but I never really expected to know an actual hooker. I sort of think it's awesome? I hope she really is a hooker and I'm not just making shit up, like I usually am.

wtf

I was listening to my Black Flag station on Pandora today and it played an Ashlee Simpson song. Perhaps Pandora thinks that I listen to Black Flag for ironic purposes and therefore could appreciate Ashlee Simpson for the same reasons. Wrong! I listen to Black Flag because of my giant boner for Henry Rollins. Duh!

thinner

Hormone imbalance my ass. Steve Jobs is obviously the victim of a Gypsy curse.

In like sin.

I suppose this is one of those obligatory 'year in review' type posts. Here goes.

My major accomplishments for the year:

- Dated one of my teachers.

- Dated/ing someone who shares part of my name.

- Slept all night in a bar. More importantly, woke up naked in a bar.

- Drank a lot, but did not puke a lot.

Yes, these all have mostly to do with booze and sex and the immoral (awesome?) life i lead and ignore accomplishments that are probably more important. Oh well, these are just the things that were sticking in my mind today. 

Also: a quote from Dinosaur Comics: "Um, I'm thinking...that a lot of my internal conflict and malaise comes from the tension between the life I ACTUALLY want to live, and the stories I'd love to be able to tell?"

I think I've done a lot to overcome this. Hence my list. Think about it.