For those of you who cant read this in the other place, and atcually might care
I scootered my way to the Olympics
On wensday, i definitly decided that i was gonna build everyone up to some incredible thing I was gonna do. Then i decided to take it out of proportion and make everyone thing i would be doing something so amazing, so ridicolusl, so incredible, that I was probally gonna die in the process.
Well, the truth is, I probally was, I just didnt know it. I decided to take my scootering Adventures to the next phase and scooter all the way to clark from my house, which is about 12 miles as i found out on mapquest. It was quite a remarkable journey. Riding down 28th I encountered an enraged Fat man Driving an a rather old run down sedan who was honking his horn whilly whilst flipping me off. I dont know what i was doing, but it must have been very offensive. I didnt run into as many crazys as i would have hoped, but I probally looked like a crazy to everyone else. Whiles I was scootering to clark, I made some intresting discoverys
1. 4th plain has really crappy sidewalks that make your hands feel the pain if you are scootering on them
2. on 4th plain between andreason and Clark is known as Mexico city vancouver. there are atcually 8 mexican restruants on that 3 mile stretch of road. Theres even a store that will exchange your pesos for dollars. it's nothing short of amazing right here in the couv
3. There's a small but rather pleasent skate park located ridicolusly close to clark. I found it enjoyible to scoot around on, but my peers who were on skateboards found my presence... a bit odd. There were frowns i'm not gonna lie, I decided i shouldnt hang around there too long, but i will return with my scooter to scoot the swift once more
So i guess scootering to CLark wasnt really as exciting as one would expect. It atcually took less then an hour and a half, and it's pretty much flat so it's not like it was a peticularly hard Journey, but it was amazing nevertheless
When i arrived at clark i was a bit early, and the only person i managed to find was, well rather she found me, Sarah Bess, who greeted me expecting me to Ride my scooter down the stairs or something suidical like that. which i did not do, intead i rode it down a handicapped ramp. I then ran into phil who i went to burgerville with to get a smoothie. He then took my scooter beacuse i cant exatly take it to all my classes, and i went to class, after a couple less entertaining thing happens. The important thing is, I left my scooter with phil, who took it home, and I didnt have a car on campus, and i have a strong aversion to busses.
I had an incredibly ackward expirence at the weightroom as well. you see, I was doing the Bench press, as they call it, and I thought to myself, well, i must have gotten quite a bit stronger for no reason somehow, as I was lifting approximitly 30 more pounds then i was doing last time I did the Bench press. people were looking at me funny too, and i was rather confused. Then i went over to look at the weights, and it had turned out that For some reason the becnh bar was only 15 pounds rather then 45 pounds like every other bench bar in thr world. That's evidence that clark is not cool.
Anyways, after my last class, I for some reason thought it would be a good idea to run home, even tho i was kinda hungry. I thought, it doesnt matter cuz i'll have dinner when i get home. TO my dissmay I was more hungry then i thought, so i ended up having to walk about 9 miles later, still having about 3 miles to go. Luckily i was close to a convience store where i invested in the most peciluar smoothie ever. It was like part slusie Part smoothie. In that it was called a smoothie, but for all pratical purposes it was a slushie, as i found out when i was finishing it off and it had no flavor and wouldnt go through the straw, but that's ok, beacuse it got me the enery that i needed to run into alex kendall and Katie shoff whom i conversed with for some time before embarking onto phil's house to get my scooter, when I recived a mesterious phone call... it was from myself. Later that day i recived 2 more mesterious phone calls from myself, I dont know how this happens, but i wish i would talk when i picked up the phone. It's ackward when you get a phonecall from yourself and yourself doesnt even talk to you. I think myself has a crush on me
On wensday, i definitly decided that i was gonna build everyone up to some incredible thing I was gonna do. Then i decided to take it out of proportion and make everyone thing i would be doing something so amazing, so ridicolusl, so incredible, that I was probally gonna die in the process.
Well, the truth is, I probally was, I just didnt know it. I decided to take my scootering Adventures to the next phase and scooter all the way to clark from my house, which is about 12 miles as i found out on mapquest. It was quite a remarkable journey. Riding down 28th I encountered an enraged Fat man Driving an a rather old run down sedan who was honking his horn whilly whilst flipping me off. I dont know what i was doing, but it must have been very offensive. I didnt run into as many crazys as i would have hoped, but I probally looked like a crazy to everyone else. Whiles I was scootering to clark, I made some intresting discoverys
1. 4th plain has really crappy sidewalks that make your hands feel the pain if you are scootering on them
2. on 4th plain between andreason and Clark is known as Mexico city vancouver. there are atcually 8 mexican restruants on that 3 mile stretch of road. Theres even a store that will exchange your pesos for dollars. it's nothing short of amazing right here in the couv
3. There's a small but rather pleasent skate park located ridicolusly close to clark. I found it enjoyible to scoot around on, but my peers who were on skateboards found my presence... a bit odd. There were frowns i'm not gonna lie, I decided i shouldnt hang around there too long, but i will return with my scooter to scoot the swift once more
So i guess scootering to CLark wasnt really as exciting as one would expect. It atcually took less then an hour and a half, and it's pretty much flat so it's not like it was a peticularly hard Journey, but it was amazing nevertheless
When i arrived at clark i was a bit early, and the only person i managed to find was, well rather she found me, Sarah Bess, who greeted me expecting me to Ride my scooter down the stairs or something suidical like that. which i did not do, intead i rode it down a handicapped ramp. I then ran into phil who i went to burgerville with to get a smoothie. He then took my scooter beacuse i cant exatly take it to all my classes, and i went to class, after a couple less entertaining thing happens. The important thing is, I left my scooter with phil, who took it home, and I didnt have a car on campus, and i have a strong aversion to busses.
I had an incredibly ackward expirence at the weightroom as well. you see, I was doing the Bench press, as they call it, and I thought to myself, well, i must have gotten quite a bit stronger for no reason somehow, as I was lifting approximitly 30 more pounds then i was doing last time I did the Bench press. people were looking at me funny too, and i was rather confused. Then i went over to look at the weights, and it had turned out that For some reason the becnh bar was only 15 pounds rather then 45 pounds like every other bench bar in thr world. That's evidence that clark is not cool.
Anyways, after my last class, I for some reason thought it would be a good idea to run home, even tho i was kinda hungry. I thought, it doesnt matter cuz i'll have dinner when i get home. TO my dissmay I was more hungry then i thought, so i ended up having to walk about 9 miles later, still having about 3 miles to go. Luckily i was close to a convience store where i invested in the most peciluar smoothie ever. It was like part slusie Part smoothie. In that it was called a smoothie, but for all pratical purposes it was a slushie, as i found out when i was finishing it off and it had no flavor and wouldnt go through the straw, but that's ok, beacuse it got me the enery that i needed to run into alex kendall and Katie shoff whom i conversed with for some time before embarking onto phil's house to get my scooter, when I recived a mesterious phone call... it was from myself. Later that day i recived 2 more mesterious phone calls from myself, I dont know how this happens, but i wish i would talk when i picked up the phone. It's ackward when you get a phonecall from yourself and yourself doesnt even talk to you. I think myself has a crush on me