In principle i disagree with stealing. In some cases it can be entertaining...
After work last night i walked up the stairs to enter my apartment and noticed that i only had one bike leaning against the railing. Normally there are two. Before the story continues i think it to be necessary to give you a back story.
I ride my bike to school. Yes, i'm that guy. But before all you greenpeacers start to pat me on the back, I don't do it to save the planet or because i love trees, sorry (i mean, i do love trees, but generally appreciate them based on their climbability rating). I bike because i live less than 2 miles from campus and am otherwise a fatty (sedentary lifestyle type) and it benefits my health. That's right, it's all about me. As Brian Regan warns, beware of the me monster. (this story ain't nothin'!)
Last, oh, September(ish?, maybe October) i was riding my bike (not my luner rover) to school, as per usual. For reasons beyond my comprehension, i drifted toward the curb, hit the curb, flipped the bike (& flipped over my bike), rolled a couple times and came to rest on the strip of grass between the road and the sidewalk. The (relatively) comfortable landing place was a nice touch, until i sat up, looked around and saw a bus (full of fellow students, no doubt) drive along the other side of the road. Physical comfort momentarily gave way to psychological embarrassment. I check myself, check my bike, and the front wheel was pretty mangled, unridable really...something like this. I'd always intended to fix the bike tire. Instead of fixing it right away i, with the help of the Mr. Drew Lege discount, purchased a new one. So for three(ish) months the other bike has been just chillin' up there, unlocked, vulnerable, neglected (unloved).
...fast forward to last night...
That bike was missing when i returned from work last night. Was i upset? yeah...a little, because my bike was gone...and that's never cool. But i have another bike and i won't need to fix the tires on this one. And...how satisfied will the thief be when they discover (and they no doubt will quickly discover) that they stole a broken bike? To me, that's funny.
So if you see anyone riding around the Lafayette area in a wobbly-wheeled red bike with duct tape handle bars, it's mine...but you can let them have it. they deserve it.
Peace,
Daytona
18 January 2011
13 January 2011
expectative observation
First day of school, first day of school.
The Spring 2011 semester at UL-L began yesterday. The first day is really for introducing text books, reviewing syllabuses (or syllabi as i prefer) and feeling out (not feeling up) your professors. These events lend themselves perfectly to the keeping of a running diary...
6:44 - I wake up, turn off the alarm, shuffle out of bed, drudge myself into the kitchen and do the sleepy-kid-stank-eye-good-morning-eye-rub to welcome the florescent buzzing of the light. Surprisingly, i slept well for not typically being a morning guy.
6:48 - I pour a bowl of Froot Loo...err...Tootie Fruities...into my new froot loops bowl given to me by my grandmother. Yes. My grandmother gave me a Froot Loops bowl. Two, as a matter of fact. And yes, they ARE awesome.
7:13 - get dressed...a lot.
7:23 - unlock the bike, ride to campus being thankful for the beard and an absolutely gorgeous day. yeah it was about 25 degrees...but it's winter. it's supposed to be.
7:36 - Divine Mercy Chaplet to start the day. Say hey to Jesus, supplicate, all that good stuff.
7:51 - break the ice shelf on the bird bath. throw ice in the air, watch it shatter upon impact. ya know, really mature stuff.
7:53 - trek from wisdom to my first class in Griffin-(dor!)
8:00 - sit down in class (inadvertently in the middle of the unofficial "minority circle"), thus becoming the cream in the ho-ho (or oreo, if you prefer).
**AVERTISSEMENT** please use caution when googling images for ho-hos...
8:15 - contrary to English being in the College of Liberal Arts, i decided this will be a BS class...(get it? Liberal Arts, BA, Bachelor of Arts? eh? eh??)
8: 30 - a joyous conversation with one Kelli Landry; inspired a semester of kick-assery. also ran into the lovely Kristin R.
8:45 - notice an abnormal amount of fur on women's boots. decide i should inform the student government (Annie Connolly) about enforcing some type of anti-arctic legislation.
8:50 - find out my creative writing prof. is a dork and Arkansas fan (unrelated...or are they?)
8:57 - decide that this, too, will be a BS class. wonder what i'm doing here and why.
9:00 - receive syllabus, wonder where and when the concept of the little circles at the bottom of desks developed (why don't we have a more silent way to scoot desks?)
9:18 - quotes from Corey (writing prof.): "I'm a cocky asshole." "Not here? Oh, i had her last semester. She dropped because she was failing. I probably shouldn't tell you that but none of you know Anesha. Yeah she failed."
9:40 - Released from ENGL 223. pine for intellectual stimulation.
9:45 - Meet Kristin (Christin?, Christen?, Kristen?, Cristen?) while waiting for FREN 362 to begin. She just came back from studying abroad...and is captivating. i told her i wouldn't mind studying a broad with her, ehh ohhhh...kidding, kidding (see there's a space there between the A and B, which makes it suggestive. and that's why it's funny). nice girl, though.
10:02 - panic attack comes with the realization of course requirements
10:03 - remember to breathe
10:15 - released from class, will see May Waggoner at noon
10:25 - Walk into Wisdom, embrace Erin Garrett, meet Rebecca (Rebekah?, Rebeccah?, Ribeckuh?) who will be taking the Praxis II Saturday, and chilled out for a moment with big Garrett.
10:43 - Walk to class w/ Annie D. and Kristin R.; talked about how the sidewalk isn't wide enough and how i know them better than they do. (false, btw...or is it?)
10:54 - bathroom break (no trashcan...eh)
10:57 - arrive in an overcrowded class..realize i have the hungry.
11:04 - Alyssaand Bess arrive in class, Bess gives a jolly "hey Dayton!" i compliment her hat.
11:10 - instructor reveals that her name actually means Rainbow-Music Forest (Hung-Chu Lin)
11:20 - we actually have class
11:27 - How'd Bess turn into Cameron??? mind blowing secrecy.
11:36 - Annie C. knew it was me who left the note about boots..
12:00 - trek across campus to see Dr. Wag again. See one Derek Landry sitting there. this'll be fun.
12:08 - laugh at same jokes as two hours ago
1:20 - pick up some Zeus; eat lunch with Aaron Breaux.
2:00 - trek home for a change, go to work until 11
We'll see...
- Daytona.
The Spring 2011 semester at UL-L began yesterday. The first day is really for introducing text books, reviewing syllabuses (or syllabi as i prefer) and feeling out (not feeling up) your professors. These events lend themselves perfectly to the keeping of a running diary...
6:44 - I wake up, turn off the alarm, shuffle out of bed, drudge myself into the kitchen and do the sleepy-kid-stank-eye-good-morning-eye-rub to welcome the florescent buzzing of the light. Surprisingly, i slept well for not typically being a morning guy.
6:48 - I pour a bowl of Froot Loo...err...Tootie Fruities...into my new froot loops bowl given to me by my grandmother. Yes. My grandmother gave me a Froot Loops bowl. Two, as a matter of fact. And yes, they ARE awesome.
7:13 - get dressed...a lot.
7:23 - unlock the bike, ride to campus being thankful for the beard and an absolutely gorgeous day. yeah it was about 25 degrees...but it's winter. it's supposed to be.
7:36 - Divine Mercy Chaplet to start the day. Say hey to Jesus, supplicate, all that good stuff.
7:51 - break the ice shelf on the bird bath. throw ice in the air, watch it shatter upon impact. ya know, really mature stuff.
7:53 - trek from wisdom to my first class in Griffin-(dor!)
8:00 - sit down in class (inadvertently in the middle of the unofficial "minority circle"), thus becoming the cream in the ho-ho (or oreo, if you prefer).
**AVERTISSEMENT** please use caution when googling images for ho-hos...
8:15 - contrary to English being in the College of Liberal Arts, i decided this will be a BS class...(get it? Liberal Arts, BA, Bachelor of Arts? eh? eh??)
8: 30 - a joyous conversation with one Kelli Landry; inspired a semester of kick-assery. also ran into the lovely Kristin R.
8:45 - notice an abnormal amount of fur on women's boots. decide i should inform the student government (Annie Connolly) about enforcing some type of anti-arctic legislation.
8:50 - find out my creative writing prof. is a dork and Arkansas fan (unrelated...or are they?)
8:57 - decide that this, too, will be a BS class. wonder what i'm doing here and why.
9:00 - receive syllabus, wonder where and when the concept of the little circles at the bottom of desks developed (why don't we have a more silent way to scoot desks?)
9:18 - quotes from Corey (writing prof.): "I'm a cocky asshole." "Not here? Oh, i had her last semester. She dropped because she was failing. I probably shouldn't tell you that but none of you know Anesha. Yeah she failed."
9:40 - Released from ENGL 223. pine for intellectual stimulation.
9:45 - Meet Kristin (Christin?, Christen?, Kristen?, Cristen?) while waiting for FREN 362 to begin. She just came back from studying abroad...and is captivating. i told her i wouldn't mind studying a broad with her, ehh ohhhh...kidding, kidding (see there's a space there between the A and B, which makes it suggestive. and that's why it's funny). nice girl, though.
10:02 - panic attack comes with the realization of course requirements
10:03 - remember to breathe
10:15 - released from class, will see May Waggoner at noon
10:25 - Walk into Wisdom, embrace Erin Garrett, meet Rebecca (Rebekah?, Rebeccah?, Ribeckuh?) who will be taking the Praxis II Saturday, and chilled out for a moment with big Garrett.
10:43 - Walk to class w/ Annie D. and Kristin R.; talked about how the sidewalk isn't wide enough and how i know them better than they do. (false, btw...or is it?)
10:54 - bathroom break (no trashcan...eh)
10:57 - arrive in an overcrowded class..realize i have the hungry.
11:04 - Alyssaand Bess arrive in class, Bess gives a jolly "hey Dayton!" i compliment her hat.
11:10 - instructor reveals that her name actually means Rainbow-Music Forest (Hung-Chu Lin)
11:20 - we actually have class
11:27 - How'd Bess turn into Cameron??? mind blowing secrecy.
11:36 - Annie C. knew it was me who left the note about boots..
12:00 - trek across campus to see Dr. Wag again. See one Derek Landry sitting there. this'll be fun.
12:08 - laugh at same jokes as two hours ago
1:20 - pick up some Zeus; eat lunch with Aaron Breaux.
2:00 - trek home for a change, go to work until 11
We'll see...
- Daytona.
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