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I tried to do two, but I couldn't get out the words with out sounding too much like an ass. This will come out better as a text post, so there.
I had troubles getting into my classes and it worked out.
I'm having trouble with this laptop and I realized I have tech gods all around me to help look at the hardware. So that's cool.
Now, I have troubles with my bike. Within two hours of my class schedule woes being fixed (I'm in an improv class) I realized that my front wheel appears to be bent just a little out of shape. It still runs if I need it to run, but the squeak that it causes is close to unbearable and I don't like the idea of this squeak happening over and over and over again as I am riding. I got my own self bent out of shape about it for two hours and feel really stupid that all of this bending out of shape had nothing to do with changing anything. My dad appears to be right about not sweating small stuff. But it's not really about bikes or about any of this crap. It's about how I cannot seem to have anything good for too long without losing/breaking/screwing it up. Hell, I managed to screw up things that weren't that good (actually I had nothing to do with that, nor did I do anything to break this bicycle.) I cannot understand how this occurs to a person like me with any kind of frequnecy.
When I was a kid I had to be told by my mother that I was not "cursed". The crap that happened over and over again to me didn't seem to wanna quit most days. While the most of the things I have felt cursed about were so trivial I can barely recall many of them (one was not so trivial at all.) It's hard to believe your not cursed in this way and yet it's impossible to not notice that I am blessed. The worst part about this whole situation is that I hate thinking about things like this. Curses? Who the hell am I to be cursed? It's so stupid and I can't believe that I'm even thinking like this.
Gawd, help me. This post made no sense but had to be written anyway. Excuse me. :::Click:::
I tried to do two, but I couldn't get out the words with out sounding too much like an ass. This will come out better as a text post, so there.
I had troubles getting into my classes and it worked out.
I'm having trouble with this laptop and I realized I have tech gods all around me to help look at the hardware. So that's cool.
Now, I have troubles with my bike. Within two hours of my class schedule woes being fixed (I'm in an improv class) I realized that my front wheel appears to be bent just a little out of shape. It still runs if I need it to run, but the squeak that it causes is close to unbearable and I don't like the idea of this squeak happening over and over and over again as I am riding. I got my own self bent out of shape about it for two hours and feel really stupid that all of this bending out of shape had nothing to do with changing anything. My dad appears to be right about not sweating small stuff. But it's not really about bikes or about any of this crap. It's about how I cannot seem to have anything good for too long without losing/breaking/screwing it up. Hell, I managed to screw up things that weren't that good (actually I had nothing to do with that, nor did I do anything to break this bicycle.) I cannot understand how this occurs to a person like me with any kind of frequnecy.
When I was a kid I had to be told by my mother that I was not "cursed". The crap that happened over and over again to me didn't seem to wanna quit most days. While the most of the things I have felt cursed about were so trivial I can barely recall many of them (one was not so trivial at all.) It's hard to believe your not cursed in this way and yet it's impossible to not notice that I am blessed. The worst part about this whole situation is that I hate thinking about things like this. Curses? Who the hell am I to be cursed? It's so stupid and I can't believe that I'm even thinking like this.
Gawd, help me. This post made no sense but had to be written anyway. Excuse me. :::Click:::