i think i will get a B

in my freshman english class. which is better than the C i got the first time around. i just don’t care enough to work THAT hard.

the twist and go died last friday. andreas was riding it home from the savage vanguard and it just stopped. called a tow the next day (thanks progressive!) and they sent a flatbed. i thought it was funny.

turns out there were two things wrong. first, the spark plug had broken off in the socket. i thought it had sheered at the insolation. but actually the bottom half, the part with the threads, broke off from the nut in the middle. very weird. but getting the remaining half out, and replacing it didn’t solve the problem. that was the bendix. this is, as far as i understand, the piece that goes into the fly wheel and engages it. john, the mechanic, fussed around with it, cleaned off some dirt, and behold, it works again. starts up. only now the bike it running supper lean. the spark plug was white with pink flecks after riding it a little. he had turned the mixture screw to 3 1/2 turns, so that might have been it, but it doesn’t ride any different either. i am going to check on the modern vespa website and see if anyone else has had this problem. if not, i will post and ask for advice.

went to see the psychedelic furs and she wants revenge tonight. it was an awesome show with the exception of the drunk girl who kept trying to kiss me. i told her the first time she grabbed me that she lost privileges because she had failed to ask first if she could touch me. then she just got annoying. both bands sounded great. the lead singer of the psych furs was very elaborate in his gestures. couldn’t decide if he was taking the piss or having a good time. he sounded awesome. (lead singer is between the 2 posts)


my social calendar is busy busy busy. no idea how i would get all this stuff done if i had a job. guess i wouldn’t. or perhaps i am subconsciously squeezing in all i can before school starts and my life is over.

have i ever really loved anything? i don’t mean people, i mean an activity? is passion more than love? maybe i have been passionate about politics and scooters and clothing and sex but never loved any of them enough to really dedicate myself to them? or maybe it is the other way around? or maybe i have never felt either way and my interests are just strong? i think it would be great to have a passion. something you could build a community around. be in a community with. i have just never wanted to dedicate myself to anything that much. part of me thinks it has something to do with my wanting to belong as a child. i would try something, not make the cut, and then move to something else looking for something where i might belong. part of me thinks it is sort of my mom’s fault. she never pushed me to stick with anything. patrick tried to do that with massage school. i decided that i didn’t care whether i graduated officially or not. i had taken all the classes and learned everything i wanted so i didn’t see a point in studying for the exam. he said he would buy me a massage table if i did it. i bought it myself instead. i probably should have finished. i wish i loved something enough that i dedicated myself to it. i think that might feel good.

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