Thursday, March 18, 2010

29.5

So it's Thursday night. Meaning it's time for the bi-weekly chat with Alex and Aread. Alex and I have decided that, because Shoshana has failed to show up TOO OFTEN, we are replacing her with someone who can be there for us. Aread is reliable, and generally knows what day (AND TIME) it is. We just feel that you, being Shoshana, are holding us back. And if we want to succeed in life, we can't talk online anymore. So Shoshana, this is the end of our friendship. It's been fun. A little bumpy. A couple bruises, some scrapes, and a lot of geographical confusion on both our parts.

Don't see this as being let go. See this as an opportunity to explore new horizons, start over; to turn your life now into the life you want to have. We're not rejecting you. We've just chosen to go in another direction.

PS would it maim you to check facebook every once in a while?

Anyways, today. Today, today, today. I got my bike. Yesterday I gave you some links to the Electra, and linked to the two bikes I might want. Well, we got to the bike store, and the Blanc et Noir model wasn't there. I have a feeling it might have been in their storage space across the street, but I also have a feeling it might have been ridiculously expensive, kind of like the Jenny model, which was about 700 dollars. So yeah. We went with the Custom I model which was only 429. Heh.

I would have gone with this purple Norco beast because it was only 300-something, but the guy showed us there were more Electras that were cheaper, and my mom said she would spring for that. So it's a beauty in all its tangerine glory. I won't bother linking to it again, because I'm sure you've all seen it on Facebook, but I LOVE IT.

I went on two bike rides yesterday. The first was after my mom paid for the bike, and then she was like: Okay, I guess you'll ride home, I'll see you there.

And the second was later on because I felt like it and wanted to get more use out of it. Plus I wanted to check out some of the stores downtown. They were pretty sweet, actually. One was a consignment boutique but they had lots of new dresses that I was super tempted to buy but they were kind of short and I couldn't picture what they would really look like when I was wearing a real bra instead of a sports bra, so I didn't want to take the chance.

And another store was like, all earth tones and hippie dresses and I totally loved their stuff, but it was all in like XS or XL, which is way too small, and then way too big. Lame. So I just came back home and ate some (read: three) wagon wheels. So that's backwards progress. I think the problem comes from me feeling no guilt when I overeat. I am not normal. I totally almost hit up a chinese buffet, because it's been so long. But I didn't because I'm stupid.

I even considered a third bike ride, because I wanted some unhealthy cereal. But I think I'll wait until tomorrow to see if I feel the same. Either way, I'm riding my bike tomorrow. Just don't know if I'm buying cereal.

Anywaaays. Man, how do you people not get bored reading this stuff? I bet you do, but you just don't tell me you're bored. To spare my feelings. You emotion-sparing people.

Well, I'll spare you back. And send you to the song. Now. This is It by Michael Jackson. I literally just typed "song" into the Youtube search bad, and that was the first one there. Ladies and gentlemen, my decision process. I bet you're proud of me right now.

PS I didn't watch Idol tonight, but I found Lacey Brown was voted off. I'm okay with that. Found out because apparently Ryan Seacrest, the douche, spoiled the results on Twitter and then nobody watched the show. For the first time, I half-wished I followed him on Twitter. But then I regained my senses.



So enjoy that, have a nice weekend. And enjoy spring break.

Love you all,
xx

2 comments:

  1. ...Sorry. I don't blame you guys. And it very well could maim me to check facebook, as francophones people tend to be very protective of the computer.

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  2. hahaha at the first paragraph(s)

    you are so lovely. BIKE. Ryan Seacrest is such a douche.

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