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Here is a surprisingly long account of what it took to buy a bike.  It's actually too long and probably not all that entertaining.  Just pretend it doesn't exist.

The last week has been a lot of fun, but it's time to leave.  I got a room in a house in Daly City so I'll be moving both backpacks this afternoon. The 3 people I share a room with came in at about midnight and started goofing around.  Here's a ...

This was spoken by an Irish traveler at an American diner to his hamburger.

I watched gay porn. It was purely accidental that I saw a video of an ejaculating penis. Let me explain. As you may already know, I'm sharing a room in a hostel with 3 people from Geneva. One of them, as I alluded to in my last post, is gay. Apparently seeing a drag show in San Francisco was his dream. We fulfilled his dream the other night while reinforcing my own heterosexuality and possibly breaking my brain in the process. The show was at a club called "Stud." Besides naming your bar "Men Have Sex On Each Other Here", it's about as gay as it gets. The inside didn't disappoint either.

This hostel would be fantastic if it weren't for two major issues.  First, they blast whatever shitty music is on the staffs' iPods in every common area.  It makes having a conversation a chore and leads to times, like now, when nobody wants to hang out in the areas designated to actually hang out.  Their music selection is absurdly horrible as well.  They'll have Dave Brubeck rocking with some Take 5 one minute then turn it down to swap iPods so some band like the Arctic Monkeys can get airtime.  The worst is when they play hip-hop.  Whoever on staff likes the hips hops loves the hips hops.  They feel like everybody needs to hear Eminem loud enough to drown out a jet engine.  Especially in common areas where people may want to talk, or read, or write, or do anything other than have their eardrums pounded out by a depressed white man who wishes he were a black man ranting about his ex-wife.  Second, is the Internet access.  I just spent almost an hour writing a post.  I felt quite good considering I had to tune out everything from jazz to rock to unknown foriegn band who loves the synth.  The Internet connection was eerily stable for this place.  It goes out regularly for extended periods of time and rarely comes back for more than a few minutes.  Well, I guess I got lucky today because it has been usable.  Little did I know that they randomly forward web pages to their homepage.  That means the autosave feature of Wordpress was thwarted when the autosave was instead redirected to the hostel's homepage.  I lost about an hour's worth of text.  Good show USA Hostel.  You win this round. So, with that out of the way, let me try this again. These first couple of days in San Francisco have been rather strange.  Maybe it's to be expected considering how this all came about.  I'm fairly certain that people questioning my sanity may be onto something.  It might not be unnatural to leave home for something new, but this just feels really fast and somewhat unplanned.  My only option now is stick to my loosely-throw-together plan of going to school.  With that in mind, at least one really awesomely hindsight-hilarious thing has happened since I got here.