Everything will fall into place

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Yesterday, I took Raleigh out for a spin. You know what they say about never being able to lose skills like riding a bike? Well they are right. But I could tell that Raleigh was a little unfit for these nonsense anymore, not something a bicycle pump could not fix though. I also discovered a new path home from Kovan, cutting through the Maze of Rich People Houses. The thing about the Maze of Rich People Houses is that the walking pavements are so small that I have to actually cycle on the road. This is all well and good, since there is so little traffic, but I did a pretty good job in pissing of every driver that had the misfortune of having to slow down to a crawl behind me while I wobble over to the sidewalk. Seriously, the side walk is actually big enough for me to ride on, but the rich residents of the maze seem to be pretty fond of growing plants all over the place. And rubbish bins too. Everyhouse has their own bin. Ok fine, every house actually has two bins each.

Okay that aside, I can now go on to rant about my horrible week. This week is one of the worst week ever, considering I lost a lot of things. Most notabily, I lost my wallet (again) and all the money that was inside (surprise!). This is incredibily annoying because I like money. It allows me to purchase stuff like food. I am now in great debt, owing tall dude $2.70 and Leonard $2.50. On a separate note, one of my many (Last estimate of this figure stood at 2) readers (Yay, so close to not being able to put the "s" behind that reader) still owes me $1.30. I cannot really remember what for though...

Because of this wallet thing, I am also going to have some problems travelling. My Ez-link was in my wallet, so now I am actually considering taking Raleigh to school. Which does not seem like such a bad idea until I reliaze that would have to mean waking up at some sickeningly early time. It also costs too much to take the circle line now, which throws me back all the way into the dark ages where I can only take 156 to school. I used to hate the frequency of that bus, but I am pretty sure it has changed for the better. An optimist is me.

I also lost my brown jacket. I knew I should not have carried it in my wallet. Or left it in my classroom over the weekends. It mysteriously vanished into nothingness, I really thought that it would still appear under the desk like it always does, but looks like it is really gone for good. Farewell Newbie jacket, you have served me well. The least I could do is to write you a little ode.

Sung to the tune of Auld Lang Syne:

Should old brown jacket be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old brown jacket be forgot,
even during the coldest times.

For all the times you saved me dear
when I was about to die.
For all the times of sixteen degrees,
with draft also on high.

xw 5:50 AM