i feel like a six year old again. wanna know why? because a bike is a great thing. living close to campus is a better thing. and riding a bike to campus? priceless. i have to say, i am so happy with my decision to move closer to the school and lance armstrong-ing the short distance between my doorstep and my classrooms. wow. at first, due to alot of drama, i was unsure of whether moving really was the right decision or not. still, i kept falling back on that saying i read once: "never question in the dark what god has shown you in the light". i'm glad now that i relied on that and truly trusted myself, else i would have made a horrible mistake due to fear and the temptation of remaining stagnant where i was. i now have an amazing roommate, a cute little apartment, and three blocks between me and school everyday. there is no stress of finding a parking spot ever. that in and of itself is an amazing thing. i remember the days of stalking pedestrians in the parking lot in anticipation of replacing the spot they vacate. i laugh now when i pass by oak street cruisers, and i laugh even harder at myself trying to lock my bike to the bike bars. i still need some work on that. my bike and i are happy to feel the breeze in our faces, but we have communication issues dealing with the bars. recently, my bike decided to crumple and ka-put to the ground in front of the masses going in buildings for their classes. like a parent with a disobedient child acting up in the grocery store, i half-smiled to those around and jerked my bike back up forcefully, threatening to just "turn this thing around and go home". that wasn't a great threat, however, as the perpetrator was my transportation. the bike and i have some things to work though, like not barreling over pedesterians and somehow getting a lower seat so my feet can actually touch the ground. by the way, if you are a walking person and bikers are around, please for the love of god, get out of the way. especially mine! i mean seriously, don't take up the whole sidewalk or ignore us and continue flirting. it's really annoying and rather rude! i cannot tell you how many people just ignore bikers who are about to fall over on an insanely slow moving bike because they are making goo goo eyes at some passing fancy. maybe i'll buy a hornt o go on the front of my bike. that might be a funny story waiting to happen. oh well, there is an entire semester ahead that will hopefully work out the kinks in my flawed and very past prime riding techniques and those in my way on the sidewalk. in the meantime, if you see me on campus and i'm on a bike, try to avoid talking to me until i'm safely on the ground. just like me and my dog, my bike is moody and you never know what is going to happen. i mean, even i, hell's angel, can't protect you from the bike from hell!