Starting this blog isn't all I did over the weekend...

I also lost my car crash virginity on the way home to Wells for break.

The experience was about what I expected - nerve-wracking, scary, and a little painful.

I was driving up a hill on I-80, just before Emigrant for my Northeastern Nevada people scoring at home, when a dude about 500 yards in front of me lost control of his truck and hit me. Neither of us was injured. I didn't have power, therefore no heater, so I ended up sitting with him in his truck listening to Nine Inch Nails. Turns out he works with my cousin Cody in Reno.

Small world.

Anyway, we got toed into Elko and my parents came to pick me up. At first the crash wasn't that scary or painful. Now I'm stiff and soar pretty much all over my body, and I seem to be getting a new bruise about every 15 minutes.

Taking a second to survey the crash is also a bit sobering. Had he hit me 500 yards sooner or a quarter-mile later, both of us would have shot off a hundred foot embankment. Also, my airbags didn't go off. If they had I wouldn't have been able to get my car to the shoulder, rendering me motionless in a white car in a snowstorm in the middle of a blind corner without hazard lights.

Considering my knowledge of gravity and the group of cars that were close behind, and methinks the consequences would have been significantly more sever had anything gone differently (at the very least I'd be in the market for a new XBOX 360 and a giant part of my book collection).

My mother, who doesn't put the angel on the top of our Christmas tree until I get home for break (she really is the sweetest woman I've ever met), is convinced I was saved by a guardian angel.

I lack her sense of divine providence, so I'd like to attribute my survival to physics and luck

Either way, I had a big glass of scotch when I got home and now I'm ready for sleep.

Reading: "Love in the Time of Cholera" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, "Don't Make Me Think" by Steve Krug

Line of the Day: "For a long time Florentino Ariza lived with the deception that he was the only one, and she humored him in that belief until she had the bad luck to talk in her sleep. Little by little, listening to her sleep, he pieced together the navigation chart of her dreams and sailed among the countless islands of her secret life. In this way he learned that she did not want to marry him, but did feel joined to his life because of her immense gratitude to him for having corrupted her."

On the iPod: "Rumors of My Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated" by Rise Against

Latest Movie: National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation (classic)