what makes people want to go out for a jog at 6:15am. do they have jobs they need to get ready for? i counted 8 of these people this morning. they usually run in pairs. i see their lips moving so they are having conversations (i have ear buds in so i can't hear them talking, i'm assuming that's what they are doing and not just flapping their lips for fun). i don't know about you but running and having a conversation does not mix well for me.*puff puff* so *puff puff* did you hear about joe bob and sue lou? *puff puff*... it seems like too much work but hey, if they can do it, more power to them.
last night i was walking home with jess and we were almost to her place and i realize my phone is missing. she calls it, no luck. she calls pete, no answer. i'm sure i left it in their living room. i was tired and didn't remember to stick it back in my pocket. we can't go back because we are both exhausted and they are all probably passed out. i try to tell myself it's safe and i'm not a dumbass for buying a new iphone and losing it. i'm really hoping it's at their house and it didn't drop somewhere outside when i was unlocking my bike. i'm sure i would have noticed it dropping. i'm feeling paranoid about it right now, if you can't tell. especially after what happened to my old iphone a couple weeks ago (see picture). i might have to bubble wrap my iphone and tape it to my body from now on. i can't be trusted with it.
my first iphone, crushed from me landing on it after my bike decided to go sideways under me all because of wet leaves, and of course i was stupid and had my phone in my back pocket...and that was the side i landed on.
i woke up on time. why is it easier to wake up at someone else's place than my own. i was out the door at 6:15 and decided not to be lazy and ride my bike to work. it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. it only took me 30min and it's probably a 5 mile ride. not bad, eh? i was also early to work.
last year i was spoiled with a fast ride and riding this little trek makes me feel like i'm on a bmx with gears. i think it's too small for me. i can't complain, it gets me around and it's a good little bike. i can't wait to get a new bike. i think i also need to not wear jeans that i don't want chain stain on them. how does this happen?! i have chain stain on the front of my left leg. that's not even the side the chain is on. i'm retarded. i hope no one notices i'm wearing the same jeans today. i was smart and brought a hoodie and i always have a spare shirt in my bag but no new pants. walk of shame! i'm sure no one notices. they pay more attention to my hair than my outfits. my hair is something of a celebrity in here. i change it and everyone wants to talk to me about it. if i straighten it people actually talk to each other about it. i know, kinda creepy.
sometimes i want to throw things at people. for no other reason than it would be fun to. i'm not a violent or a mean person so these fantasies don't go anywhere beyond my own mind but right now i am looking at my orange and i am vividly imagining chucking it at someone's head. this fantasy of throwing things at people's heads is kinda like that thought process you go through standing at the edge of say, a cliff. if you are finding yourself without a cliff, imagine yourself on top of a tall building. your brain starts generating images of first leaping (or falling) and then the plunge. there will be most definitely screaming involved and you might hit a couple things on the way down and then SPLAT! you're flattened-out like a cartoon. at least, that's what goes through my head. i can almost feel that sensation of falling. much like i can almost feel the sensation of chucking this orange. maybe the falling thing is because i'm afraid of heights. maybe it's because gravity likes to play tricks on me. gravity can be a real bitch like that sometimes. i can't explain the throwing things at people thing. i'll blame it on gravity too.
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