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Ok. So yesterday, I'm on the way to Sarah's house to study for the SAT. I'm already in a foulish mood over my wallet, which I was really starting to worry about. Kept getting visions of identity theft in my head. Anyway, I was rolling up the Willamette Greenway, when I hear this little "ting!" I stop and check the bolts that usually come loose - they're all tight, so I head off. But a few minutes up the road I start hearing this clanking like my bike is gonna fall apart at the screws. Is it the gears? No. Is it the brakes? No. Is it the front axel? No. Is it the foldable basket? No. It's the screws that hold together all the complicated bits that hold the bike rack on. ::SIGH::
One of the screws is missing. That's what that ting was. Now all the bits and bobs are rattling like nobdy's business. I go back to where I heard the ting, but no luck trying to find it. It's gone, lost forever.
Mum comes down and takes me home just long enough to get the bike rack off. I head to Sarah's house with a bicycle once again returned to its natural, unaltered state, and more pissed off than ever.
Dinner and weed and stories of old hippies put me in a better mood by the time we got to the math. I think I should start doing math on a more regular basis, by myself. See what I can do then.
The good news is, Emily called today and said she found my wallet! And I'm almost done with my PCC application! Good times.
The bad news is, my carefully constructed and lovingly assembled rack system is now pretty much bunk until I get my ass to a hardware store to get another screw and some more knuts. I'm also gonna get knuts for the screws on the sidearms that connect to the axel, and rubber-tipped screw-topper knut things like the ones Sophia had at her house for the ones up top that kept coming undone. That oughta hold 'em.
In other news, I rented Apollo 13 last night on the way to Sarah's house, and watched it Today. I don't much like Tom Hanks himself, but I love his movies. And I love him in his movies. He's an amazing actor, whatever else he may be.
I'd forgotten how intense that movie is. Of course, the last time I saw it, I was maybe nine years old. I didn't really follow what was going on.
I really love space. I promise to myself that I will not die before I manage to walk in space. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm gonna go into the space program or anything - I just firmly believe that I will live to see space travel become slightly less elite than it is now. Who knows? Maybe in fifty years there'll be a moon colony or something.
By the same token, I think I've decided what to devote my life's work to: the Earth. In order to get to those hights of civilization and the next step in evolution, we have to get through the *now.* And I'd like to leave something behind for the next generations as well. So I'm going to concentrate on getting the planet and the human race through the fragile next few decades while we figure out how to next evole. Hence the focus on environmental conservation in my schooling choices.
I really ought to call my dad. And email my grandmother. But I just don't wanna! ::cries::
I want tea.
One of the screws is missing. That's what that ting was. Now all the bits and bobs are rattling like nobdy's business. I go back to where I heard the ting, but no luck trying to find it. It's gone, lost forever.
Mum comes down and takes me home just long enough to get the bike rack off. I head to Sarah's house with a bicycle once again returned to its natural, unaltered state, and more pissed off than ever.
Dinner and weed and stories of old hippies put me in a better mood by the time we got to the math. I think I should start doing math on a more regular basis, by myself. See what I can do then.
The good news is, Emily called today and said she found my wallet! And I'm almost done with my PCC application! Good times.
The bad news is, my carefully constructed and lovingly assembled rack system is now pretty much bunk until I get my ass to a hardware store to get another screw and some more knuts. I'm also gonna get knuts for the screws on the sidearms that connect to the axel, and rubber-tipped screw-topper knut things like the ones Sophia had at her house for the ones up top that kept coming undone. That oughta hold 'em.
In other news, I rented Apollo 13 last night on the way to Sarah's house, and watched it Today. I don't much like Tom Hanks himself, but I love his movies. And I love him in his movies. He's an amazing actor, whatever else he may be.
I'd forgotten how intense that movie is. Of course, the last time I saw it, I was maybe nine years old. I didn't really follow what was going on.
I really love space. I promise to myself that I will not die before I manage to walk in space. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm gonna go into the space program or anything - I just firmly believe that I will live to see space travel become slightly less elite than it is now. Who knows? Maybe in fifty years there'll be a moon colony or something.
By the same token, I think I've decided what to devote my life's work to: the Earth. In order to get to those hights of civilization and the next step in evolution, we have to get through the *now.* And I'd like to leave something behind for the next generations as well. So I'm going to concentrate on getting the planet and the human race through the fragile next few decades while we figure out how to next evole. Hence the focus on environmental conservation in my schooling choices.
I really ought to call my dad. And email my grandmother. But I just don't wanna! ::cries::
I want tea.