so i didn't get the internship. not much more to say about that. i didn't kill myself over not getting it which i guess is a good thing. forgot to mention that it was greg's (evil ex-step dad) 40th birthday yesterday. i'll try and be nice since i know my bro and sis read this, but he certainly doesn't look 40. he looks more like he's 60. and for every extra year he's alive i think he gains an extra 20 pounds. so happy birthday fat ass. here's hoping for a few heart attacks before you're 50.
been spending all my time on i-tunes trying to get all my cd's copied to my library. since i was planning on buying an i-pod if i got the internship, i've got hooked on i-tunes. no i-pod now, so who knows why i'm still doing this massive i-tunes project. my professor for stats is going over the homework for the third day in a row now. this was due two days ago and most still haven't turned anything in yet. today is gonna consist of studying all day for that gay exam tonight. i can't wait for next week's spring break. i'm dying here and probably failing at least 2 of my classes.
you'd all be pretty proud of me cuz i'm running at least 5 or 6 nights a week. not running far, but as spring approaches i'll kick it up a few notches. i wish i had more time these days because i want to start playing computer games again. san andreas needs to come out yesterday for pc. i'm sick of waiting. since i apparently got nothing to talk about today, i give you, me and my bike:
my earliest memories of me and my bike seem to be me riding a big-wheel. i remember pushing really hard on the pedals so that the wheel would just go around in circles on the ground without actually going anywhere. my version of peeling out i guess. later on in vegas i got my first real bike i think. the bike even had those little plastic noise-maker things you could put on the spokes. no, not a cheap playing card attached, but those little colorful things. i used to push along the curb to try and maintain my balance. of course no one would help me learn to ride a bike, at least i don't remember anyone helping me. the day i finally "got it," fat greg (who was kinda skinny at the time) was mowing the lawn out front and i remember yelling to him saying how i was doing it. was pretty proud of myself.
in san jose i got this crappy bike for my birthday or x-mas that had this gear shifter in the middle of the handlebars. and it was only a 5 speed too. i attached some kinda of cyclometer/speedometer to it so i could try and add up my miles as i'd ride to school each day during 3rd-5th grade.
once we got to fresno, i started getting pretty interested in bikes and took apart that san jose bike and built me a new one. it was so sweet and i had used a ton of parts to transform it into a rad looking bmx style. then my mom found out and got mad at me. she made me take it all apart and put my old one back together. and of course i never road that old one ever again so that was a waste. used to take the good bike off some really sweet jumps though. fell off plenty of times. i even remember riding one of my friend's low rider bikes. he was one of the guys that i would do their homework to be their friend. he's also the one that showed me his sawed-off shotgun under his bed. by the way, those bikes are the most impractical bikes out there. way too hard to ride and steer. some how i ended up with a mountain bike i think. used to use this to sneak out of the house and ride to my girlfriend's house a few nights a week to just either hang out or drop little goodies off at her doorstep. i remember riding one night (and i was riding on the right side of the road like a good boy) and some retard wasn't looking and road head on into me. of course i wasn't paying attention either and it was super dark, but still, he was on the wrong side so he was in the fault. that's all i really remember about my biking experience. to this day i still want a nice street style bike, but hard to justify paying hundreds when i don't even have room for a bike at the house. this guy next to me has a white spot in his black hair. i should ask him if he's seen any dead people lately. the end.
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