Saturday, May 20

Collision Type #2:

The Door Prize:
A driver opens his door right in front of you. You run right into it if you can't stop in time. If you're lucky, the motorist will exit the car before you hit the door, so you'll at least have the pleasure of smashing them too when you crash, and their soft flesh will cushion your impact.

Collision Type #4:

The Right Hook:
A car passes you and then tries to make a right turn directly in front of you, or right into you. They think you're not going very fast just because you're on a bicycle, so it never occurs to them that they can't pass you in time. Even if you have to slam on your brakes to avoid hitting them, they often won't feel they've done anything wrong. This kind of collision is very hard to avoid because you typically don't see it until the last second, and because there's nowhere for you to go when it happens.
bicyclesafe.com
anyone have suggestions on what to do about Bike-Runner-Over-Girl? i have neck pains and i dont want to pay for future medical expenses.
never have i ever been so happy in finding blank sheets of printing paper :X . i was going to have to fish old printouts to use the backside of it because i can't waste time to buy more paper :X.

Friday, May 19

if i wrote a book, would anyone read it?
oh and have i mentioned the physical symptoms? ulcers, eye-twitches, cramps, neck pains, back pains, gastrointestinal issues, nutritional deficiency and hyperventilation?
happiness is overrated. it leads to laziness, unproductivity, and inefficiency.

anger is fuel. fuel to do work and get shit done. why is this?! why can't happiness lead to efficiency? is this why most high-powered individuals are cranky, on-the-go, curt, and short-tempered? damn, the worlds got to run somehow and i guess happy people end up being hippies and angry people end up on wallstreet and subsequently out the window.

Thursday, May 18

They should be warning labels on grad school apps: "For every eight weeks, your life will suck for three of them."

On a happy note, Parker didn't attack the small child running around the field as the dog and I played fetch and the sun came out. However, parkguy-questionable-heterosexual-status was no where to be found. He was probably busy shaving his legs for the weekend.
when i'm relaxed i get no work done! when i'm stressed out, i am a working machine. how is this good for my well-being? maybe i should become a homeless person and smell of urine. i'm half way there because i haven't done laundry in two weeks.
okay. was it this bad in undergrad? i mean, seriously. i didn't get eye twitches during undergraduate finals. i guess i didn't start studying or worrying about finals until the week before and i was more occupied with which baseball player i hadn't hooked up with and needed to add to my list.

Wednesday, May 17

food store cashiers are always amazed at my ability to drink a half liter diet beverage while i shop. the confused look is often followed by the question, "did you just drink that here?" i answer, "yep." maybe thats why my stomach is so big.
i think parkguy is gay. he brings a blanket AND a pillow thing of sorts to "lay out" after his run. damnit!

Tuesday, May 16

i dont like how oranges give me gas. gross.

Monday, May 15

I finally feel like a Californian. I have TV, there is the local news, I have an actual living crush not associated in any way with school or school mates, and I know my way around town. YAY!!! YAY!!!

Seriously, when October rolls around, FORCE me to get on an SSRI because this seasonal depression shit is OUT OF CONTROL! either that or stick me under a 10,000 lux light for the entire fall, winter, and rainy months.

Sunday, May 14

Um. Hi. This is insanity.

Oh my. There is this really hot guy who ends his run at the park and lays out to stretch and soak up the sun. I haven't seen him up close, but he reminds me of a larger Ryan Phillipe and we all know how much I love Ryan! Now, everytime I go to said park, I am either in workout wear, studying, or just plain bumming. I have yet to dress up for the park, because, seriously, who dresses to lay out in animal urine soaked grass?

We'll see how this goes. Hopefully, I'll have time to make visits to the land of half naked sweaty Ryan-look-alikes in the next couple of weeks.