smile! you sell used underwear

this was told to me when i worked at the thrift store as a way to cheer us employees up. i always found the fact that we sold used underwear to be one of the more depressing things. it always reminded me of the time an older woman with huge sagging breasts came into the store to buy a bra but only had 70 cents, and bras were 99 cents and my idiot co-worker refused to cut her a deal. the woman had a job interview and needed the bra right then. i acutally threw a dollar down on the register and bought her the bra myself.

so that motto sort of back fired for me.

tonight helped a lady look up the stuff she tested positive for in a drug test. including the medical definition of cocaine. awesome. she also couldn't figure out why just typing google in the address bar didn't turn anything up.

awkward

this word describes myself, how i feel when interacting with people 90% of the time, and how i feel when people start crying in the law library.

oh, not awkward, had my "art" (i use the term loosely) displayed in my first art show! woo!
and it went really well. the response was really positive. here's a sampling:


now working on other stuff.

also just got back from my grandpa's memorial ceremony, sigh. really hit me hard.

wait, what?!

a magazine started by an artist i like contacted me via flickr wanting to know if they could print a photo i took. giddy! baffled!

even better, it's a photo of a slayer tag out at american flats. to accompany an article about slayer. i'm thinking its probably a joke, or if it's really not, that they won't use the photo and i will have gotten excited over nothing (which i tend to do).



or this one?


lord, i want to go out there again. sigh.

it's as funny as real love

and it's as real as true love.

drunkenly listened to mogwai and painted/wrote last night before passing out on the couch as my bed was covered in mountains of clothes.
one day, soon i'm hoping, i will be an adult with a clean room, not buried under my years of hording clothes and/or inability to give up that t-shirt i never wear anymore but loved my sophomore year of high school.

ah, memories, always holding me back. as are my pack rat tendancies.

i'll post that flier soon enough, and the bands on the roof thing seems to be falling apart, so we'll see about that. doomsday was epic, and i lost my croquet mallet at si amigos (i think?). chevys invovled boob balloons and a huge u shaped table. we basically over took everywhere we went, bumming out families, etc. as per usual.

neko case always stuck in my head; she was so good last week. so happy i ended up going to that. her and croquet and doomsday are all jumbled together in my head right now. everything blurs together so easily.

doomsday party

tomorrow i will most likely be drunk by 7, if not earlier, as my lovely roommate is moving to san fran and is having a shit show of a going away party. this involves chevys $3 margaritas, a large donkey pinata filled with tiny bottles of various alcohol and candies, and si amigos buckets of alcohol drinks (casuelas) oh lord.

that and i find myself completely incapable of doing work at my job these days. sure sign that i need a new job. also sure sign, is my boss calling and requesting i work tomorrow, which would be my 5th day in a row, and i still have saturday to work (expect a posting then). or the fact i've worked here for 3 birthdays and never once received a birthday card. or a free email...or...jesus the list goes on. and on. and on. fuck her. please please please let her retire.

tomorrow cleaning for saturday, when bands will play on my roof! i'm curious to see if anyone falls off from "rocking" too hard. or, more likely, being too drunk.

i'll have to scan the flier for jon's going away party, its amazing and references lil wayne, as all good things in life do.

demolition derby

really?
Originally uploaded by alice in reno

hot damn! i have a new goal in life: be a demolition derby driver, at least once. wish i had brought proper camera, instead of camera phone as all the photos i took look like shit. or like some blurry tiny cars parked in a dirt circle.

also, really state fair? get it together.

here's why

the fuck the police post, in bulleted quick re-cap form:
also, don't mind the spelling errors, as i don't care to fix them (fuck tha typos too!)

-hot august nights = increase in crime! (according to rgj which means reno puts about 10,00 more cops with not a lot to do out on the street)

-my friend's car is broken into, laptop, ipod stolen, he's in the bar accross the street from where his car is parked and he's obviously upset, crying, doing what people do when this type of situation arises (ie, freaking out/crying/wanting to be alone)
-go outside, there's like 10 cops and drunk tank in the parking lot my friends car is parked at (ironic, no?)

- then later, someone runs inside the bar saying that bike locks are being cut! by cops! everyone freaks out, goes outside. turns out 1 bike lock has in fact been cut, by a cop. his reason? the bike was on a street light not where it should have been. it was also hot august bikes day, and there's like 20 bicycles locked up to a variety of shit, up and down the street. whaaaa? i later look up muni code on this, and it only specifies that bikes should be lock in racks, or on curbs, etc, and that obstructions of sidewalks code and can only peice that very very loosely, the cop could interpret the law that way, but if cops are going around cutting locks when bikes are locked up to trash cans, signs, etc, (and actually on a curb and not blocking the sidewalk in anyway) that they should be cut because they're on the sidewalk is crap. and fucked up.

-so then there's like 10 cops in front of the bar, with all these kids freaking out, at like 4 in the morning and my friend who had his car broken into walks across the street holding an open container (he went to drink and be sad in his car) jay walks not really realizing all the cops are out front, and they run after him and arrest him and then throw him in the drunk tank while all we can do is stand there speechless and helplessly watch this go down. bullshit. can't cut the guy a break?

-oh and then the cop my other friend and i are asking questions to (about the bikes and shit mostly) actually asks for my friends id to make sure he's old enough to be drinking.


maybe i should file this under reasons i hate hot august nights or something? really i just felt that the police even standing around looking bored or looking to ticket people for jay walking (seriously they threatened at least 10 people) was fucking a waste and a let down. in conclusion, reno pd deserves reno 911! because it really is that dumb. and pointless. and inefficient.