Ah, the joys of our creek
Okay, well I’m going to pull a Michael Martin here, and write, in detail, about my entire experience. So bear with me, those who can. Yes, I do realize I’m updating almost every day, but that’s just how life goes.
I don’t really want to get into detail about the whole fiasco that started it, but, in short, my mother made me absolutely furious. I was fuming, and was pretty much about to make my entire house a living hell. I was absolutely enraged, and no one enjoys Michelle’s angry wrath. However, the tiny shred of sanity left in me thought ‘Hey, why don’t you get OUT of the house? Go on, get out. Don’t make things worse for yourself by being surrounded in the confinement of the things that are making you angry. Just GO.’ Well, for once in my life, I listened to my intuition, and left the house (although not before grabbing 3 essential items: my cell, my iPod, and $20). However, being as I’m still un-licensed, and stealing a car was still in the realm of my sanity to realize it probably wasn’t the best choice, my only option was my bike. The tires were probably in need of some pumping, and I hadn’t used it in awhile, but a bike nonetheless was the most appropriate choice. Fine, I get my bike out of my garage, and then find my helmet (no, I wasn’t sane enough to do so, but putting a helmet on is just a natural instinct now, more than an actual choice). I put my helmet on, and realized my sister had decided to go with her friend on a bike ride the week before and, without asking, had let her friend use my bike and my helmet. My bike wasn’t changed, but the helmet was tightened as far as it would go, and I was in no position to fiddle with my helmet to get it to the right size. So, I toss it to the ground and try on my sister’s. Too small, as well. Fine, you know what? Screw the damn helmet, I’m going without. So I get on my bike, blare my iPod in my ears, and head off at an amazing rate down my street, up Conifer, and I start down Kanan. And for once in my life, I was completely uncaring of the gaping stares by everyone passing by me in a car. I had no idea where I was going, and I quite frankly didn’t care. After about 5-10 minutes, I reach the shopping centers, and Starbucks seems like a nice destination. I get a grande caramel frappuchino light, and sit outside with my bike, listening to my iPod and drinking my frap. I watch people go in and out of Starbucks, the cars in the parking lot, and subconsciously start thinking about my anger. What exactly am I angry about? Was it really that big of a deal? Did I have to act that way? It’s strange that these questions can go on subconsciously, but they did, and then they entered my conscious train of thought as a song ended on my pod. Well, once I was consciously thinking about them, I realized it really wasn’t so bad, and I should have let it go, instead of having the whole situation get to me, piss me off, and add stress to my already world record-breaking stress level. I finish my frap, and get on my bike to head back. I’m thinking I should probably get on the right side of the road, so I’m not in the bike lane headed towards oncoming traffic, but I really don’t feel like facing the near-death dangers of crossing the street at the awful intersection of Kanan and Tamarind. So, I take my chances, and stay on the left. Luckily, albeit a few angry glares from people in SUVs (I’m not sure why the kind of car makes a difference, but all the glares came from people in SUVs), I made it home safely. Oddly enough, I approached my house relatively happy. What a mood swing, from vehement fury to near contentment. However, I still didn’t really feel like going back in the house, and I was on a particularly good song on my pod, so I biked right past my house, and down Conifer (the other direction this time). Okay, around the creek it is. It was much nicer than my ride to Starbucks and back. Much more quiet, with no cars rushing past, and an in-tune sense with nature. At the risk of sounding like a sad, cliche attempter of imagery poetry, the peace was very relaxing, and induced a feeling of calm, without thoughts rushing through my head (which is usually the case these days, with all the stress I have) or anger clouding my head. With the wind blowing my hair, I half expected to see someone I know walking ahead of me on the path, but such was not the case. I was in solitude on my trip around the creek. Well, I get back to my house, and realize that another good song is playing on my pod, and I still don’t quite feel like it’s time to enter my house yet, so I bike past yet again. As I go down Conifer again, intending to take another tour around the creek, I see a sharp hill sloping down, looking like a lot of fun to just turn my bike down and plunge. However, my sanity and sense of judgement has returned by this point, and I figure it’s not the smartest idea to go down without a helmet. Ah well, another time. I go around the creek again, and stop on the bridge to look down at the creek for a second. A mother duck and her 7 ducklings (looked like they had just been born a few days ago) were in the creek, wading through the reeds. I watched them attempt to find food, and then their mother decided it was time to go downstream, so she floated along down the creek, with 7 little ducklings half waddling, half swimming behind her in a long, straight line. It was such a picturesque moment. But it was time to go, so I returned home, this time retreating back into the house and, well, here I am, writing this. I have loads and piles and mountains of homework to do, but I can do it more effectively now that I’m in a better mood. Plus, it was a nice workout, even if that wasn’t the original intention. And to all of you who read this ‘till the very end, I applaud you.
Love,
Michelle
I don’t really want to get into detail about the whole fiasco that started it, but, in short, my mother made me absolutely furious. I was fuming, and was pretty much about to make my entire house a living hell. I was absolutely enraged, and no one enjoys Michelle’s angry wrath. However, the tiny shred of sanity left in me thought ‘Hey, why don’t you get OUT of the house? Go on, get out. Don’t make things worse for yourself by being surrounded in the confinement of the things that are making you angry. Just GO.’ Well, for once in my life, I listened to my intuition, and left the house (although not before grabbing 3 essential items: my cell, my iPod, and $20). However, being as I’m still un-licensed, and stealing a car was still in the realm of my sanity to realize it probably wasn’t the best choice, my only option was my bike. The tires were probably in need of some pumping, and I hadn’t used it in awhile, but a bike nonetheless was the most appropriate choice. Fine, I get my bike out of my garage, and then find my helmet (no, I wasn’t sane enough to do so, but putting a helmet on is just a natural instinct now, more than an actual choice). I put my helmet on, and realized my sister had decided to go with her friend on a bike ride the week before and, without asking, had let her friend use my bike and my helmet. My bike wasn’t changed, but the helmet was tightened as far as it would go, and I was in no position to fiddle with my helmet to get it to the right size. So, I toss it to the ground and try on my sister’s. Too small, as well. Fine, you know what? Screw the damn helmet, I’m going without. So I get on my bike, blare my iPod in my ears, and head off at an amazing rate down my street, up Conifer, and I start down Kanan. And for once in my life, I was completely uncaring of the gaping stares by everyone passing by me in a car. I had no idea where I was going, and I quite frankly didn’t care. After about 5-10 minutes, I reach the shopping centers, and Starbucks seems like a nice destination. I get a grande caramel frappuchino light, and sit outside with my bike, listening to my iPod and drinking my frap. I watch people go in and out of Starbucks, the cars in the parking lot, and subconsciously start thinking about my anger. What exactly am I angry about? Was it really that big of a deal? Did I have to act that way? It’s strange that these questions can go on subconsciously, but they did, and then they entered my conscious train of thought as a song ended on my pod. Well, once I was consciously thinking about them, I realized it really wasn’t so bad, and I should have let it go, instead of having the whole situation get to me, piss me off, and add stress to my already world record-breaking stress level. I finish my frap, and get on my bike to head back. I’m thinking I should probably get on the right side of the road, so I’m not in the bike lane headed towards oncoming traffic, but I really don’t feel like facing the near-death dangers of crossing the street at the awful intersection of Kanan and Tamarind. So, I take my chances, and stay on the left. Luckily, albeit a few angry glares from people in SUVs (I’m not sure why the kind of car makes a difference, but all the glares came from people in SUVs), I made it home safely. Oddly enough, I approached my house relatively happy. What a mood swing, from vehement fury to near contentment. However, I still didn’t really feel like going back in the house, and I was on a particularly good song on my pod, so I biked right past my house, and down Conifer (the other direction this time). Okay, around the creek it is. It was much nicer than my ride to Starbucks and back. Much more quiet, with no cars rushing past, and an in-tune sense with nature. At the risk of sounding like a sad, cliche attempter of imagery poetry, the peace was very relaxing, and induced a feeling of calm, without thoughts rushing through my head (which is usually the case these days, with all the stress I have) or anger clouding my head. With the wind blowing my hair, I half expected to see someone I know walking ahead of me on the path, but such was not the case. I was in solitude on my trip around the creek. Well, I get back to my house, and realize that another good song is playing on my pod, and I still don’t quite feel like it’s time to enter my house yet, so I bike past yet again. As I go down Conifer again, intending to take another tour around the creek, I see a sharp hill sloping down, looking like a lot of fun to just turn my bike down and plunge. However, my sanity and sense of judgement has returned by this point, and I figure it’s not the smartest idea to go down without a helmet. Ah well, another time. I go around the creek again, and stop on the bridge to look down at the creek for a second. A mother duck and her 7 ducklings (looked like they had just been born a few days ago) were in the creek, wading through the reeds. I watched them attempt to find food, and then their mother decided it was time to go downstream, so she floated along down the creek, with 7 little ducklings half waddling, half swimming behind her in a long, straight line. It was such a picturesque moment. But it was time to go, so I returned home, this time retreating back into the house and, well, here I am, writing this. I have loads and piles and mountains of homework to do, but I can do it more effectively now that I’m in a better mood. Plus, it was a nice workout, even if that wasn’t the original intention. And to all of you who read this ‘till the very end, I applaud you.
Love,
Michelle