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| I just checked my own blog for the first time since this summer. I only seem to find time to blog when I am not bogged down with class and social obligations.
In response to the last entry: I am still grateful to have my old bike back and even more grateful to have a new bike.
I have been wanting a road bike for some time now and had been thinking abut restoring a 70's model track bike if i could find a decent deal on a frame. As it turns out, the frame (as well as the rest of the bike) found me. My dear friend had a sweet late 70's schwinn road bike that she was tired of keeping around in her garage. So, she donated it to me. I, in turn, restored it putting in only 70 bucks and have been riding ever since. The mile to school seems so much shorter and faster on my new speed demon. more later. off to silly olympics- this being my last year to be in school i thuoght i should participate in pledge week esp since my little sister is pledging my club- also more on this later.
peace
edit: now that pledge stuff is over (for my last time), it's time to crack down on school. i have mixed feelings about school right now. i feel like since i am in my senior year, school work should be most important. these are the last classes that will prepare me for my career. on the otherhand, i feel like i only have one semester left of actual classwork and one of teaching then i'm done and because i feel that, i seem to push off classwork and spend more time with the people i love. i also know, in the bakc of my mind, that i probably will not be working in a school as a teacher so most of this inforation i am taking in is probably not going to be put into use. but who knows where my life will be led so maybe i should give it all i have for these last few months. off to sudy.
peace
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| Yesterday was, by far, one of the strangest days of my life... at least in some respects.
Remember back about two weeks ago when my bike was stolen from my front doorstep. Well if this were a sitcom, yesterday would be the second episode of a "to be continued" series. It all started on my way to work when my thoughts once again drifted to my stolen bike-- i only think about it when i have to drive somewhere i could easily bike-- so i'm a little less than happy at the thought that i'm wasting gas to drive 3 miles to work... then a little less than less than happy while i'm at work because we all know work isnt always fun. well a few hours pass and i get to leave. so once again i hop into my truck and take off for home. [this is where it really gets interesting] I'm driving down W. Pleasure when i look to my left and see a bike that bears a strange resemblance to mine sitting on someone's front porch. I do a double take and yes, it's my bike. What does one do in this situation? take it back? knock on the door? call the police? i didnt know... so i kept driving... i wasnt going to knock on this door and come face to face with the mean people who stole my bike... so i stopped at the police station and got an escort to the house. I'm standing outside my car- cop's orders- while he is talking to the man and boy who answer the door when an old woman comes out from behind the house and says " whats going on." she sounded genuinely concerned so i politely informed her that i was just driving by and saw my bike on their porch. she nodded and said "huh. really?" and i said yeah. reallly.. i'm pretty sure thats my bike. so she goes to talk to the cop and i stand by. the cop scolds the boy for taking a "found" bike and i take my bike back. the old woman comes back over to me and appologizes for the bike and the tells me somthing really funny, she says, " Hey, If you ever drive by and see anything else of yours laying around our house just come bang on the door and we'll give it back." It was funny that she was so matter-of-fact about it. like theft isnt really that big of a deal... like we were just sharing all our belongings and she might just forget to return them every once in a while. i didnt really know how to respond so i said. "thanks" - i think- and i told her to have a nice day and i went on my way. now wasnt that strange? we had a good laugh about it during class today. | | |
| i think i'm too trusting of the general public.
my thought process goes somthing like this: if i saw someone with a bike propped up outside their apt, i would think 'nice bike' or 'man it's great weather to go for a ride' and i assume that other people think the same things when they are in a similar situation. this morning, i was proven wrong. my bike- which i failed to buy a chain for- was stolen. the only reason i'm even remotely upset is that i've been riding it to work everyday trying to save gas money and because i really enjoy that 15 min with the wind blowing in my face and the sun beating down on me. this just gives me a good excuse to buy a new road bike. one that isnt rusted and one that wont make me worry about the back tire falling off every time i hop on. | | |
| Instead of studying, i have been mentally compiling a list of things to do when i have completely moved out of the dorms forever. 1. take a bath. my first one in almost a year.this one came to me this morning in the shower while i was trying to shave... in case you havent been in PC's showers, theyre about 2.5 ft by 2.5 ft. not the most convenient for shaving... or showering for that matter. 2. eat breakfast- real breakfast- at an actual table. 3. more later i'm sure | | |
| I'm strugglin. In lots of ways I suppose. I'm getting that feeling I get when if other people were in my position they'd feel stressed. I dont think I feel stress like everyone else. mostly, i'm just more irritable. I set my adjenda in my head of what i need to do and i start down the path to get that done and I'm fine and chipper and happy but when a wrench gets thrown in there... it's hard for me to keep my composure. so that's a struggle. I'ts a struggle to be the bigger person. I am stubborn. I dont like to be the one to make the first move. (if you need an example, I've been sitting here with my phone in front of me for 30 min knowing i should call someone and have a disucssion but since theyre the one mad I dnt really feel like compromising). See? There's the stubborn. Never Give in. Thats always been a struggle. 2. struggle with food. This too is always a struggle but recently i've felt it stronger. I even motivated myself to swim laps today. but when i got there the pool was closed for some rediculous scuba class. it's like the forces are against me here. 3. struggle with homesickness. I havent been home in a long time. i miss home. I think this is made wose by the fact that i might not be back till christmas. that's a long time. one whole year. i it's growing up. i guess i'm probably not the only one who's struggling a little bit with some thing or another but i dont like it. i feel like shrinking back into a snuggly couch and vegging for an afternoon but instead i worked on a project that has yet to be finished. 3 more weeks. | | |
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