Hardly surprising, after taking the Personality Disorder Test at 4degreez.com, the test gave me a rating of high as schizotypal, narcissistic, avoidant, and obsessive-compulsive and moderate as anti-social and borderline. Yeah, so tell me something I didn't already know.

I never told any of you this story yet, which would make sense, since I haven't really seen much of anyone lately (hopefully that will change come June), but I thought it was kind of amusing. Then again, I find amusement in almost anything, so maybe you'll just find it stupid. Anyway.... So, I went to Hardee's for dinner the other night (yes, I said Hardee's. I hated working there with extreme passion, but it doesn't change the fact that I've had an affinity for their burgers since I was quite young.), and on my way I run into this gentleman exiting.

He stops me and proceeds to say, "Hey man, can you give me some help?" Never being one in the mood for argument unless one is truly warranted, I paused to listen to his plea. "Don't worry, I'm an honest man - I'm a Christian," he begins. I didn't bother telling him that that actually gives him less credibility in my book. "You see, my car is broke down down there on the highway with a flat tire [I was at the Hardee's on Hamline at I-94 in St. Paul]. I had to get up and run my wife and our baby girl here to the hospital this morning because had blood coming out of its eyes. I live in Hudson, but work here in St. Paul. I drive truck for 3M. Hurrying out, I left my wallet at home, and the police can't take me home to get it, because it's across the border." Of course, he's telling me all of this in that fast-spoken, hustler sort of way (lacking any sort of emotion and hoping really that I'm not paying too much attention to the details of his story in hopes that I won't realize the story is not even possibly credible). It's just like one of those one reads about in City Pages or Skyway News. "You know, baby's got blood flowing out its eyes and all and you aren't really thinking about grabbing your wallet. Don't worry! I'm an honest man! A Christian! So, can you help me out with a little cash so I can get the tire fixed and get home to get my wallet?"

Of course I recognized the story as the biggest line of bullshit I've heard since Anne's insistence that Huspeni was sabotaging the film society, but I nevertheless politely (if not untruthfully) told him, "Sorry man, can't help you." Luckily he gave up and left me alone. Of course, after getting my food and sitting down, I watch across the parking lot, and who do I see walking out of a department store with a bag full of stuff but that same con artist. Cheeky bastard.

Okay, I guess the story wasn't quite that amusing. I liked it better when it was just in my head and not written out. Oh well.

Wouldn't you know it - here I come home with the intention of spending the evening working on homework and what do I end up doing? Working on my website all night. Sure, the new design is starting to really take shape (even if I might not finish until June), but with now less than 3 weeks until graduation, there are obviously more pressing matters that I should be attending to. I can already see myself during finals week pulling all-nighters almost every night again. Pfft - it's not like it'd be the first finals week I've spent that way. Nighty night.

Goddamnit! I hate the fucking U! I just tried to log on and register for the Swedish class this fall, but lo and behold, what do I find but that I have a hold on my record! I can't register until I talk to my major advisor in the German department. I'm fucking graduating 3 weeks from today! Why do I have to talk to my advisor if I'm fucking graduating in 3 weeks?! Grrr... I hate the beaurocracy at the this too-big institution.

Calming down... I stopped at Cheapo today while killing some time at work and picked up 3 new cds: the new Jon Spencer, Dylan Hicks' latest, and an old Mollycuddle ep. All 3 kick ass - money well spent.

Ha ha ha!!! I think I'm starting to understand why I didn't really fit into the neighborhood that well growing up - I'm about the only guy who grew up in the neighborhood who hasn't been busted for drunk driving. As I was continuing to work my way through the court reports, I found that Nick was busted, joining Ben and Todd in that illustrious group. Congratulations gentlemen, everyone in the old 'hood is proud of you.

There are few things funnier than going back and reading the court reports and police blotter from your hometown newspaper and laughing at all the people you once knew.

I'm still wrapping my head around the reality of being twenty-two. So old compared to little kids, yet so young compared to the adult world. Awkward to hang around teenagers, yet twenty-somethings want nothing to do with you be cause you're just "the little kid." Of course, at least I'm not twenty-three yet. I'll save the twenty-three soliloquoy from Singles until then. You know.

Anyway, so it's the end of April, tonight is supposed to be the culmination of the U's annual Spring Jam celebration, and yet here it is snowing outside. It's no wussy flurries either - there's some serious snowfall accumulating. I hear it's supposed to begin tapering off soon, but nevertheless, the heavy, wet snow that has fallen already is enough to create quite the annoying mess. Oh how I long for a real spring!

I spent part of the last three days attending presentations that were part of the modernism conference being conducted by the Department of German, Scandinavian, and Dutch. There were interesting papers and some real sleepers. Tonight was the final event in the conference, the screening of Pabst's second film of 1929 starring Louise Brooks Diary of a Lost Girl. After having seen Pandora's Box (the first 1929 Pabst-Brooks film) about 10 days ago, tonight's film was completely unexpected - a funny, touching film where the girl finds a happy ending. Usually if a girl has a child out of wedlock, escapes from reform school, and becomes a prostitute she meets an unhappy ending and we get to surmise some sort of moral from the story, but not here. While so many of the films of the era I find dreadfully boring, this one was great.

I have to go to work earlier Sunday than expected. I have to pick up the video projector from the Bell and take it back to the Oak before the 1:30 show of Moskva. Then I have to kill some time before I have to be at the Bell for our 3:15 show. After getting that started, I have to go back to Oak Street, pick up Moskva, and take it back to the Bell so it can show there at 7:15. I'm just happy I guess that I didn't have to deal with tonight's video ordeal at the Bell any more than helping Adam set up the projector. That was a mess I don't feel like getting into. Crappie, I'm tellin' ya'.

What's the connection between intoxication and Blogging? Why do I have a compulsion to go on here and write stupid shit any time I return home after getting a few beers in me. It's like I want to proudly tell the world, "Look at me! I'm a lush!" Woohoo! Beer!!!

Just got home a little bit ago from the closing night gala and the alcohol is just starting to set in. I was double-fisting it tonight, and I think most of the staff pics that Peter Lee took night depict that well. I went with Kyle and Jonathan, we had a few beers, and decided to head home. Not much to do as usual other than drink, so we did that and left. Sorry, my brain isn't much into the whole "memory" thing right now. Listening to KFAI and chilling. Twins won again tonight and are back in first baby!

Happy belated birthday to me! Happy belated birthday to me!

Yes, for anyone who didn't know it, Sunday was indeed my birthday. I turned the *ahem* big 2-2. Jeez - I'm such a little kid. I went to the Twins game with Molly and Lindsey. The game was fairly boring up until the bottom of the 8th, when the Twins scored 8 runs to win 13-7. Molly got me a foam finger and Lindsey got me a hot dog. Back home I was falling asleep on the couch until a guy called conducting a phone survey. Unlike people trying to sell me stuff, I actually don't mind taking phone surveys (just as long as I have the time). It was a good thing he woke me up, because I had to leave to pick up Jonathan from the airport shortly after I got off the phone. Other than Sunday, my life has always been a busy, busy mess with the film festival going on. I should actually be getting to work now, so I'd better cut this short.

Wow. I got the most completely unexpected email this morning. Janine (ex-girlfriend) replied to an email I sent back in September 2000 to tell me she's coming to America to study in Kentucky. And to think, I never thought I'd hear from her again. Crazy.

After returning home from the box office managers' meeting last night at Oak Street, I sat at my computer until almost 2 am typing up a list of guidelines intended for all the new box office people this year. It turned out to be a little longer than I had expected - 9 pages single-spaced. At least I think I remembered almost everything. Just need to update the phone numbers when I get to work for those I couldn't remember.

Now it's time to attempt to return to the real world. I have homework to do (and how). I hope Tom's quiz tonight on "Wit" makes more sense than his one on Wonder Boys. I read that fucking book, and still only got 1 question correct out of 5. I'm tired. Really, really tired.

How could I have totally forgotten - baseball's back! It's only one, but the Twins started out with a win over Kansas City yesterday, surely to the ire of Bud Selig. It'd be pretty tough to contract the team if they can win the division this year. Fox 29 news last night offered up the soundbite from Selig in Seattle concerning the Twins, but they miss-paraphrased him. They said that he said he "loves the Twins," but what he actually said was that he loves the Twin Cities and he hopes the team can find a new owner and get a new stadium financed. Those, my friends, are not the same thing at all. Not even close. Basically, he's still forcing the hand of the state to build him a new stadium. While those of us here in Minnesota would love for the Twins to get a new stadium as well, it should not be the dictate of the commissioner forcing teams to build new stadiums, but rather they should be built of the team's own free will. Yar.

And so I return from a weekend away. I actually turned off the computer to get away. Yesterday we were party to the cruelest April Fools joke ever - 6 inches of snow! Yar! It was completely unexpected too. At the height of the storm, it must have been coming down at a rate of about 2 inches per hour. It was much more slippery than any of us could have imagined as well, which made it impossible to stop or start and caused hundreds of accidents. Kyle and I were out at the height of the storm running errands in the Volvo. I exited 94 at Cedar and was taking that to Franklin, but where Cedar turns just south of 94, the road was very, very slick, and there's no way that that car was turning or stopping. I managed to slow the car a little, but we still skidded into the curb pretty hard. Luckily the only damage appears to be a small piece of the hubcap cracked off, so it could have been much worse. Snow in December = Good. Snow in April = Very, very bad. I want spring, damn it! Everyone else in the country has spring, so why do we have to be stuck in perpetual winter? Fuck this god forsaken state; I want out.