When you talk yourself out of a classroom and into a jar.
When the missing thank-you card means more than the reward money.

-My dad threw away all of the hard alcohol in the house. All that's left is the Jewish stuff.
+ Running Start begins tomorrow
- Being sick
+ Old wool ski pants
+ Listening to the same song fourteen times
? Seeing Ian tomorrow

I don’t remember what I did during the last days of summer. There is something about the end of the season that is suffocating; how the hours slip by much to our despair ( Read more... )

My family is fucked up ( Read more... )

I don't like riding the moto with Ian. I don't like the way my legs wrap around him as we bounce along, how I giggle and blush, or how he says, "This thing is pretty squirrely with two people". I hate the way I intuitively burrow down between his shoulder blades, how warm he is when I wrap my arms around his stomach. I hate how he tells me about ( Read more... )

MMMMMMM child don't dawdle now; hurry up kid, pronto.

+ 'Meet the Team' rides
- Rain, people crashing, and flats
+ Incubus, "Aquaeous Transmission"
+ Riding with NOAH!
- No job because I got fired from my old one. Sort of.
+ Possible Running Start
+ Mark, Ian, Matt, Ian (the other one), Noah, Pete and that kid I sit next to in LA.

I love being fast and I love riding my bike and I love Ian and Mark and Matt. Can't wait until Critical Mass.

School starts and I am busy not knowing what to do with myself anymore. Structure makes me nervous ( Read more... )

Yesterday on the way back from the Velodrome the clouds opened up and hailed for six miles. Hypothermia on a bike seems awfully pathetic, and yet was a real danger considering my utter lack of clothing. I moaned, hunched over the handlebars, and got as low as possible to avoid windchill. Fifty miles on one luna bar in the rain hurts ( Read more... )

I have directions to Kirkland, through Juanita ( Read more... )