Taken for Granted

There's a lot of stuff we take for granted. I was just thinking about my bike today while waiting at the bus stop. It had paid for itself in gas money alone when I rode it instead of taking my car to school. It also saved a lot of time. And since I wouldn't drive most of the time, it saved me from riding the bus. In order to catch the bus, I have to wake up an hour and a half before I would if it was riding my bike. Also, I have to be sure to get out of school and to the bus stop in time to get picked up. The bus makes my schedule a lot more rigid.

I didn't realize just how much I would rather ride my bike until I couldn't do it anymore. I think it's like that with most of the things that are good in our life. You just don't appreciate them until their absence reminds you how good you once had it.

Fun Facts

I've been thinking about adding another weekly feature to the blog. I can't come up with anything that's quality, so I think that I might make an irregular installment of Fun Facts. Unlike the Pick of the Week, the Fun Facts won't be evenly spaced. They'll just come up when I don't have something else I feel like posting.

Fun Fact #1: the world record for holding your breath under water (aka static apnea) is 8 minutes, 58 seconds.

I Love Alpacas

If you love alpacas, there's a website for you. I mean, they're cute and all...wait...umm, well, they're soft after you wash them. They can remind you of your days in the Andes mountains. Best of all, you'll be the only one of your friends with pet alpacas.

No Deodorant

Sometimes I like not to wear deodorant. Especially if I'm going to race or get in the ocean.

I guess it's not such a big deal now that I switched away from the bad stuff: aluminum zirconium. That's the ingredient that causes cancer. I'm not sure why it's so great not wearing deodorant, aside from the lovely smell of my own stench.

Pick #62

Suave Smooth - Fat Girl

you can stream a sample from here.

Where da Weed At?

So, I had a pretty fun night. Went to the Comedy Zone with Sarah, then to the Ale House for a Zinger Melt and a Captain Jack's Buried Treasure. Went to drop her off and she invited me to come listen to some music if there was an available visitor parking spot. There was. As we're walking to her building, some dude in an SUV hollers out the window at us, asking if we know where he can get some weed. I respond in the negative. He asks again and I keep walking. He opens his car door and asks more persuasively. Hints at having a firearm. I honestly don't know where to get any weed. He starts walking toward me. I went to put my left hand in my back pocket because it was cold and he made a jerking motion and asked what I was "reaching for" at which time I showed him my palms and put my hands over my head. It was kind of scary. I'm never in condition to fight someone with a gun, and with the brace on my hand, I didn't have quick access to my pocket knife, so I started jabbering something about weed on Mission Road. He walked to his car and said something about coming back. We walked to Sarah's place and I stayed a little longer inside than I had been planning on. She burned me a few CDs: Brand New -" The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me," a song by DJ Girl Talk that wasn't on the CD I got earlier this week, and some Copeland and Thrice that I didn't have.

I'm kind of surprised that something sketchy like this hasn't happened to me sooner.

Things That Make Me Smile

here's a little list I found. I might add to it later.

Things that make me smile:
old trucks
pretty girls
mail from friends
finding money
ping pong balls in the beer aisle at Publix
conspiring with (or against) someone
amazing technology seen firsthand for the first time
amusing t-shirts worn by strangers or non-amusing people
accomplishment