7 posts tagged “bike”
AHH I GOT A DOOR PRIZE TODAY.
Which, in cyclists terms, essentially means when you're on your bike a car opens their door in your path.
Thank God I didn't flip over his door, or that a streetcar wasn't passing by at the same time (I was on King St, so it was highly possible). It definitely didn't have anything to do with weather, even though it was slushy & snowy.
I don't even really remember anything, I don't remember picking myself or my bike up, i just realized is that part of my bike was on the road (just a faceplate for one of my gear changers), and I realized I was crying and forcing myself to yell at this man (yelling wasn't my natural inclination, i don't know what's wrong with me). This old man kept on calling me "my love" & I WISH I WISH I had got his contact info or SOMETHING but I was in such shock I just wanted to get away from this man & continue to try to forgive this man in my heart right away so I wouldn't keep a grudge.
Regardless, I proceeded to bike approximately 18 kilometres today.
AGH!
[insert expletive here]
Still planning on getting on the damn bike tomorrow, but I'm glad I am a helmet wearer. That's all I can say.
On another note, in a perfect world, BEANS WOULD NOT MAKE YOU FART. I love them so much, but I hate having to suck in farts all day after eating a can for lunch.
i'm here feeling like i got the short end of the stick- well, the short end of both sides of the stick (if that even makes sense).
short end #1.
i'm to walk away from what i hoped,
PLUS
short end #2.
my relationships with many mutual friends are compromised.
i'm way better with #1, but #2 is bumming me out beyond description. i know it won't last forever, but in the right now, it blows.
all my pants have rips in them, and i don't have any $ for a new pair.
god, please send down pants like manna.
i'm very anxious to get back onto my bike, to go round and round, maybe then i'll feel happy again.
i want to go home, the only home i know seems to be jesus' arms.
I guess sometimes you just need a mirror held up to you.
How is it that I could be so 'fuzzy' about a decision when such significant things were occurring that were obviously pointing me one way? Too often I let my doubts, fears and selfish wants get in the way of, well, life. I can so easily write off things that are quite possibly things God is calling me into. shh... wanna know a secret? you're one of the first to know,.... i'm going to zambia in july
It's really scary trying to follow Jesus, but I highly recommend it.
I'm back to listening to Regina Spektor. I know what that means, and I don't like it.
I'm too tired to make this post more reflective or elaborate, so goodnight.
Can't wait to start my day tomorrow with a beautiful americano & a gorgeous 5K bike ride! Seriously, I got on my bike today and started giggling. I'm infatuated.
"I do not exist," we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
if ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as you
-messes of men, mewithoutYou
my feet are perpetually dirty, thanks to the superior life choice i make regularly of the wearing of flip-flops in the city of toronto. i ride my bicycle on three hours sleep and it goes bump-bump-bump, my tires are flat, and "street people" comment.
i went to go fill up my tires, but no one ever told me how. so i didn't.
sunday i travelled toronto sans bicyclette. i walked to beneath the medicine tree to meet anna for iced coffee. subsequently we freedomized, and the little charismatic girl in me danced in church and it was good. walking home from the red tomato [note to self: the red tomato has next-to-no vegetarian options and does not take debit. stop going there.]/peter pan bistro, i decided to make a stop at the toronto homeless memorial. it is a very humble and suiting memorial, by the church of the holy trinity; right beside the eaton centre. it was about ten-thirty at night when i went; there was an eerie but extremely peaceful silence. i reflected & mourned, then prayed out loud for a couple minutes. while leaving i noticed a few individuals sleeping around the corner [really nice choice of location to sleep... ]. i now wonder if they heard me pray.
walking through allan gardens at about eleven o'clock i saw a family of raccoons in a tree. i presume it was ma, pa & baby. i stared at them for a couple minutes, and they stared back. i grew afraid they might jump on me, so i continued walking.
there is a brown man by the parliament library who asks tall, blonde girls out for dinner, who has trouble taking no for an answer.
monday i signed a number of forms and officially became a starbucks partner.
such is life, ...
Since my bike seat got stolen, I decided to borrow my roomate Cheryl's bike to ride to work this morning.
Holy crap, thank God I'm alive. I think something is wrong with the brakes- along with the fact it's totally different than the bike I'm used to so I almost got into an accident twice. Once with like, a lady with a walker and once with a couple cars. Gee. It's funny when I think about it now. Coming home tonight will be fun.
I have a night class 6-9pm starting tonight. I am maybe regretting my return to school in the summertime. Two jobs plus one course? We'll see what happens. I'm definetly not in school mode- it will be an adjustment.
This entry sucks. I want lunch.
It's 10:00AM.
I have nothing to do at work today. Sometimes I say this lightly, but today, I really mean it. Nothing.
These are my roomates for the summer (subletters). Last night we cooked dinner together, and cleaned the fridge/freezer. The food was great, but cleaning was vomit-inducing. Note the hair colour of all of us.
Also, my bike seat/pole got stolen yesterday while at work. It really pissed me off because I thought Ryerson was a safe place for bikes. Also, it's the second time it's happened. Also, stealing the bike pole is useless because it really only fits your make of bike. Also, my bike was just in the shop because it had a nail in the back tire. I've spent over $200 on this bike this past year. I just can't afford another $50+. Well, I can, but it's becoming impractical. I really may as well see if anyone wants to give a bike away to me or something. ooof... anger. it's making me tense.
