mah '65 volkes

Here she is a few months after I got her. Only thing I added were the Hella Fog/Driving lights.

And here she is after I installed the 3" narrowed beam with 2 1/2" inch drop spindles.

2009 Rebel

So, my good gramps pulled through once again and decided to give me his 2009 Honda Rebel 250 for absolutely free. Gotta love the old man. He's just too damn old to ride much anymore and he really hated the $140 registration fee, which is what I think got him to say 'to hell with it, its yours!'. Well, I am very excited about this bike because it runs, it was free, and it's fuck ugly, so I get to do some work on it to make it a little easier to look at. So here it is in it's current stock state.

The ride home from Kanab, Utah, was hell on wheels. I was on the bike and my dad and grandma were following me in my 4runner. The wind and rain kicked up as soon as we hit the road, which is bad enough on a bike, but is extremely shitty on a bike which weighs about 330 lbs. Every single piece of shit wind gust, no matter how small, threw me all over the road. There were a few gusts which nearly took me off the road completely. After one such gust, which nearly sent me into a ditch, I decided that I was through riding until it passed. We stopped off at some random, road side cafe near Panguitch and waited it out. Once the storm seemed like it had calmed down a bit, we headed out. The rest of the ride was alright, except for the occasional wind gust and the drafts from trucks, which were pretty gnarly on this tiny bike. We got on the freeway at some point, which wasn't too bad, until we got into Utah County, where the freeway was under construction. When I say "under construction", I really mean it was ripped to shit and a complete nightmare to ride on. There were 3/4" steel plates all over the god damn ground, which were hell to ride over. I officially hate Utah County and would like to nuke the shit out of that entire area. There is nothing good there and never will be. Fuck BYU, fuck Provo, fuck Krispy Kreme, and most of all, fuck the assholes who decided to tear into the freeway, thereby nearly killing me in front of my grandma. Fucking mormons. Anywho, after all of that horse shit, we finally got home around 1:00 am. I don't think I've ever been happier to see my parents' house.

Gnats ass away from ditching all forms of social media

In the grand scheme of things, why the fuck do I need to have contact with 200+ people? Unless I'm trying to get money from these people, there is no useful purpose at all to having these imaginary relationships. It's funny how selective the process of deleting 'friends' is. Realistically, these people are several degrees away from being mere acquaintances, let alone friends. I wonder how long we will kid ourselves with Facebook and blogs before we realize how fruitless it is to maintain our online presence. Fuck it, let the corporate shitbags take the internet! They can have it. As long as I can still get information and listen to Pandora, they can charge for the bandwidth taken up by Facebook and Shitter all they want, they'll never get a red cent from me. I don't know the details on the whole privatization of the internet debacle, so I'm probably out of my element, but damn, maybe we need to step back and begin focusing on what's real and tangible. When people can use the internet to find out your income, see what your house looks like, filter you out of the employee selection process, and so on, and so on, it's gone too far.

Spring '11

So here's what I'm up against; 3 classes currently registered for, 2 of which I want to drop, 3 classes I need to get add codes for, all while making sure I get the schedules not to conflict. Oh, and on top of this, I slept WAY too late today to even think about getting to bed at decent time, so I'm gong to be "out of my mind" tired. Dammit! Way to start the semester, eh?

The girl who had my heart for a moment

There she was tonight

Red hair, yellow cap

Facial expressions that make you believe in true joy

We locked eyes

We locked eyes again

and Again

Before the bass was finished with his 12 bar scale

She was gone

I said nothing

And finished my drink.

7 minutes of hell is all I could handle, appearantly

10 deadlifts, 10 burpees, 20 deadlifts, 20 burpees, fucking done.

Merry Christmas to me!!

All I wanted for christmas was a dead fucking battery, and I got it, right on the money.