shaky

they (oh the elusive theys! everywhere, everyone, yet no one...) they being construction workers are ripping up the road behind me, making the court house sway a bit and shake. i can hear vague twangs of gee-tar and some deeper man singing coming in from the windows (which i think we all learned were not bullet proof when judge weller was shot through his window).
this weekend was fucking weird. so much for the calming down thing.

friday went to nikki beach to go see biz markie-borrowed a dress and heels and was about 9 feet tall all night. kept waiting and waiting for biz markie to take the tiny makeshift stage infront of the pool, to no avail. finally walk over and see that the so-so dj was actually biz markie. so glad i did not pay the $20 cover to see that, thank god for friends that know everyone in this god damn town.
whoa, there goes the building moving on me again. it's making feel drunk or something.

after nikki beach, went to pearl, which is really just all city live with white walls covering the fake-ass tags (i'm told "winger" is one of them) on the walls and instead have dangling white fabric where burning man chicks in white bikinis twirl around, to a better dj than biz markie.
finally leave grand sierra resort, and go to a friends where the beer is free, as is the top ramen.

saturday was chapel's one year anniversary, which means i got black out drunk (which never happens. still horrified) and apparently had a 5 minute long conversation with cassie that i have no recollection of. oops!

sunday was my friends b-day and of course, the stars aligned and he picked nikki beach for us to all go to again. i seriously have stayed away from that place for like the 2 years it's been open and i've been mocking it only to find myself there twice in one weekend. sometimes i love love how ridiculous things are. like us getting vip passes and standing in the sand where there's a famous football players and boys dressed like team zissou, later followed by weird round table experiences (every table in the god damn restuarant was filthy) and the night ending with all of us in a hotel suite that had been turned into a night club complete with a dj and dancing green lights. seriously, weirdest weekend ever. jeez louise. oh, and swimming in the pool was awesome. i hadn't done that in so long.
tonight is another b-day bash...oh, its hard to concentrate with all the drilling in the background.
basically, last weekend was totally weird and i made off with a stolen pair of team zissou's shorts, salt + pepper shakers, towels, and a lotion and single cup instant coffee mix. there's nothing more than i love than stealing from hotels. so guilt free!

sinking ships

the last few months have been so all over the place. march broke my heart, april pulverized what fragments were left. may was pretty kick ass though, as was june (saw tom waits!).

in the last four months, i've met so many new people, lost some old friends, and re-kindled ones that had for whatever reason faded, so i feel like it's been sort of a draw. perhaps a little too much drinking in june, and making out....eh, whatever. i'm 23, fuck it. trying to not make out with 4 different people this month though, and not be at the same bar 5 nights in a fucking row. jesus.

but it's saturday, i'm at work. It's surprisingly very busy today, so i guess it's good i didn't call in sick like i had wanted to and go do the rat race (floating, drinking a ton for cash prizes down the river). kind of feeling like my rampage is maybe slowing down. lord knows my wallet can't keep up with it.

hopefully i'll find a roommate and not have to move. get my bikes fixed, get a new job and in general, function better. fitter; happier.

or at least get a job where i don't have to listen to fucking patrons clipping their nails, drooling on papers, farting so loudly i can hear them across the library and a boss that asks if i know about when my grandpa will be dying to she can arrange the time off i need for the funeral. seriously. what. the. fuck?!

rest in peace grandpa. april 27. he was still hilarious even up to the very end.

2008's been a hard year, and something tells me that although certain aspects are getting better, others will be getting worse. i'm just feeling like a sinking ship trying to stay afloat. god the image of a sinking ship is a fucking beautiful romantic one...

less work, more blog

now with photos! (see earlier post of me rambling about taking more photos of the places i visit)

also, yes it's that slow here at work.

and...storm of the ass hats actually did dump some snow on us. and its dumping more on us in a few hours. wheee! correction, it's snowing now. as we speak (via the interweb).

virginia city (not taken by me)

this place was rad, because it had been left abandoned for so long, parts of the roof were caved in and sections of the floorboards were missing, exposing dirt, or a large hole in the kitchen. looked like it caught on fire (or something) several decades ago. the wallpaper was this amazing old fabric-i took a section of it.

the house is totally weird and there was snow inside as well(there's virtually no roof). no front door, only chicken wire. not sure how the porch is even still standing.

american flats, an old silver and gold refinery, outside of virginia city.

this place is crazy, and i love it. also owned by blm (federal bureau of land management) and they will fine your ass if you get caught out there. so of course it's a good idea to post photos of it online. yes, i am that stupid.

there are several of shells of huge buildings, with only exposed concrete and rebar left. one of the buildings has a whole floor that's under water (with fish living in it! and the water's bright green! with cyanide in it! and swamp things! maybe! who knows!) there's a bunch of old school tags on everything too.

totally dangerous, and trespassing, but fucking amazing.

oh, and yes, everyone in reno still talks like it's the 1980s-early 90s (see use of "rad" and "totally") . we also happen to have a large population of juggalos that come out during the summer and hijack a park next to the river....god i love this town.

storm of the ass hats

today was two parts ass hat(my new favorite phrase of the new year), one part "storm of the century" (which hasn't done anything yet here, but blow air. literally) equals title.

also, it's a good thing no one reads this, as this is only amusing to me.

marriage looks more and more like a stupid mistake the older i get (and the more people i know that do it, excluding a few). yet, i still hope to one day make that dumb mistake. stupid idealism.

some people like knitting...

...my hobby is going into abandoned places.
just found a bunch of links to photos of abandoned places. god i love this stuff. it makes me feel alive in a way i didn't know was possible.
i really should take more photos of places when i do break and enter. so far, i think i've only documented (or someone documented) only...2-3 of the places, being the flats, nixon (limitations are up on that fool! meaning i can talk about that all i want and not worry about any legal ramifications per nrs-but i digress) and that place the blm took the land to. oh, wait, 4 places, forgot about va city house. 5, the house that was moved, but those were awful camera phone photos that turned out badly and only 3 photos were taken.
which means i've not taken photos of about ...crap, i can't keep track anymore. too many amazing places i've not documented. i can see them in my mind, but it'd be great to have photos for when my mind goes...whenever that may be. as the great megan kay once said, "pictures are memories people!" and i really should use my camera more .
at anyrate, sometimes i forget how exciting the internet can be-like when you can find websites dedicated to abandoned places, or find photos of places like the island of gunkanjima in japan which was abandoned in 1974 (thanks holland reno blog!)


link to more photos of gunkanjima (they're all amazing) http://www.ne.jp/asahi/saiga/yuji/gallary/gunsu/g-text-e.html

but my ass is numb from sitting and i've done no work yet, perhaps i should get back to that now.....

miracle rodeo princess seeks donor

almost have $100! yay!
also, double dutch should be good.
quit the gap.
withdrew from school.
skin now looks healthy and not grey and not grinding my teeth so much these days.
woot!

nostalgia

dear ____,
so this blog thing, i'm slacking at it.
just like i'm slacking at everything else, be it calling people back, or going to class.
i'm so that kid that never shows up in my poetry class, mostly because i keep sleeping through the fifty (okay 4) alarms i have set or just don't give a fuck about poetry. mostly it's the fans of poetry that make me not like poetry, like people that like the cure vs. fans of the cure.
argh.
also, the law library can suck my balls.
i also get more work done when i'm single. this shit's weird for me.