I spent spring break in LA and I don't think I could have done it better. I didn't know I could even get days off from work so I felt like I was sluffing the whole time. I went to Knotts berry farm and rode some bitching costers, then cut out with my sister to take a tour of LA traffic culminating in Long Beach. We hit West Coast Choppers for a pilgrimage trip to the mecca of motorcycling. Jesse has built an alter that any aspiring motorcyclist can appriciate. I rode down Mollhalland and speed down Sunset blvd. We stayed off of Hollywood and Highland at the Liberty Motel. It was an utterly euphoric in its everyday existance. It doesn't matter where you go, its where you are that matters. I was vacationing in the same zip code that everyone else lived in. My own block became my next trip. The palms behind the neon trailer park down the road and the tacky christmas lights in the window of the local liquer store took on a whole new light once I detatched from the everyday reality. I think I'll skip the hot tub in my back yard and hop the fence into the 55+ pool next door, just to take a closer vacation. School, Work and Sleep... this is the life. I have to admit that nursing school is awsome, but sometimes I question my ability to service something so delicate as a human life, if confidince can be inspired it comes from the most unlikely source..smart kids. test scores can't reflect the fear I have for some of the people I see doing well for the worst of reasons. Health care should be about caring. I am an asshole, but I can recognize the importance of helping others, and not collecting a paycheck of any denomination. My inspriration for good grades and studing hard comes from the fear of not knowing. Imagine your first day at any job...and being unprepared. Imagine that job is to be responsible for someones life, when there ability to do so has been comprimised. If that dosn't scare you, your different than me.

After pushing the limits of physics, I was served with a harsh reality lesson of the most humbling variety. I wrecked my motorcycle. The bike is fine and my leg dosn't fit in my jeans. I have always wanted to not fit in my jeans in places other than the waistline, so this is fun. I will detail the specific events if they are ever relevant for now, school is first and I'm driving the ooohhmega. later -Ev