bike tales

yesterday i woke up and almost had a heart attack. it was eight o'clock. i dashed out of the house and i was on the tour de france, or it seems like it. my legs were sore but i got to school by eight thirty. i changed my schedule for the 8th time, and now i have first period free so technically, i wasn't late. i swear, it wasn't a coincidence that i overslept.
today was equally jolting and alot more humiliating. after school i was riding the bike home and somehow the ground seemed to shift below me. i couldn't control myself and gracefully, flew in style. meaning i fell flat on my butt while half the school stood watching me. everyone was going 'ohmygod are you okay?' and just sat there on the ground thinking 'fuck.'
i was okay, unfortunately the bike wasn't. it somehow wasn't working, so i walked and dragged the thing. a lady was walking her dog. i decided to ask her if she knew where i can get the bike fixed. i was real scared. the bike wasnt mine and i'd broken it.
the lady told me to hold her dog's leash and the bag of dog doo doo. she took a look at the bike and said the chain was just out of place, and she popped it back in.
i think if i wasn't holding dog doodoo i would've kissed her. she totally saved my bruised ass.
more later, bahu bahu

your typical american highschool swears

so i risked looking like a freak today and took pictures of the school. i compromised myself by going in early so that i would actually get pictures of the school, not of 3600 chimpanzees, i mean highschoolers.
anyway, thats the pictures.

i've noticed alot, that in whatever place you might be, there's always going to be swearing. i would be lying if i said i don't swear, because i do. i think it's okay to swear when you want some attitude in making a goddamn point. or when it feels necessary. swearing doesn't really hurt anyone.  so i don't even know if its worth saying this, but would you please think before you fucking swear?

falling in style

its friday night. the start of homecoming. the cheerleaders and drill team are dancing down on the side of the field, the footballers are warming up. we are finally going to get to see them match some skills with that outfit of theirs, after seeing them walking around in it all day.
the crowd is full of parents, highschoolers, teachers, hotdogs, nacho cheese, burgers, and gossip.
the game starts, and only thirty percent of the crowd actually pays attention and knows what's going on. most do not even understand the game. i try to follow. the scoreboard helps, and there is someone trying to explain what's happening to me, but really, i just see big-shoulder-people falling on top of each other. anyway here's a brief explanation of american football. you want to get the ball ten yards before you get tackled. you get four chances to do this. this is your shortterm goal. your long term goal is to do a touch down. that means you reach the end and gain six points. one more point if you kick it through a pitchfork looking goal.
so at first, my school was in the lead, well, hey, we're the host here. but then things start to go downhill. we lost our lead.
the marching band comes wearing a full on white soldier uniform during the half break.
after that, some people start to leave, some do not know and do not care what's going on, others start yelling boo to the other team because they're better and because, well, we suck. miserably. we lost 14 to 36.
anyway, thats my first american football game. its a great place to be for social gatherings and to see people pin each other down or watch girls with pompoms cheering for the losing team.
more later, bahu bahu