3:05 p.m. - 2004-06-03
riding
lots of little thoughts, none of them terribly pressing, but mostly passingly amusing;
like looking at the cat today, and realizing how very much it looks like she's been dunked in white paint. imagine for a moment (and i know that none of you would ever do such a thing, and i'm not encouraging you to. just imagine it, that's all i ask.) what would happen if you were to grab a cat by the tail and the scruff of the neck, so her face was hanging down, and dip her in white paint. or maybe bleach. pull out cat, and toss in dryer for maximum fluff effect, and you'd have dazy - top half black, bottom half white. if i had photo-posting capabilities, i'd show you a lovely pic of her lying on her back with her legs splayed out like a rag doll, and looking at the camera with an endearingly blank gaze. dumb as a bag 'o wet mice, but she's still a pretty cute kitty.
took the truck to the car wash today, and i swear it's true - clean vehicles run better. really and truly. i also took the door apart again the re-repair the lock mechanism, as it seems my crush put one of the pieces in backwards - the lock worked, but it wasn't tight. now it's tight, and i feel all clever and mechanically apt and whatnot.
i'm back and forth between fear and gleeful anticipation about school this year - i'm really looking forward to releasing the grease-monkey within, but i'm worried about... well, so many different things, most of them hopefully groundless. for instance; what if i'm the only girl in the program, and all (or even some) of the guys are threatened and angry about a girl doing dirty greasy things (as opposed to dirty naughty things, which is usually just fine.) with them in the labs? what if i'm the oldest person in the class and they all think i'm stupid? what if i really am stupid - after all, it's been too many years since high school physics. what if, what if, what if... i'm still feeling far more excitement than dread.
yesterday i finally got my lazy ass out for a real ride on my bike, and not just a jaunt to the grocery store. i'm paying for it today, but in that enjoyably sore sort of way - i hurt, but it's a good pain. the only thing bothering me is all the mystery bruises and cuts i seem to have sustained. some are certainly from smacking my shin with my pedal, or getting too close to a tree, but some seem totally bizarre. this gash on my upper thigh - where did it come from? good thing i'm not a model, i'd be fired for looking like this... funny though - i like it. now all i need is a guy who sees things in a similar way...
