posted on March 24, 2003 @ 7:10 am
"no lies, just love," bright eyes
dangerous song for early morning rambling, no?
i told frank yesterday, "mom and layla are going to shit their pants when i tell them what i did today." i haven't spoken to layla, but i can verify that mother was completely confused. in a state of "shock and awe," if you will. stupid fucking war people...
anyway, saturday morning when i awoke at 5:30 a.m., i went ahead and stayed up. i just sort of sat around, talking to owen and layla, reading this guy's journal. i couldn't stop. i'm into january. i've never been so drawn in by someone else's journal, and i'm not particularly sure what it is about his. i guess just cause he's funny.
around 11:00 or noon, i decided thoughts of masochism would be easily averted by going outside (the sun? fuck this, i'm going back to sleep. we'll hurt you later). it looked very nice because i had my fan blowing on me, giving the illusion of a pleasant temperature.
i decided i was in the mood to play. i wanted to swing and slide and run around on a jungle gym. i've never seen a park with such equipment, so frank suggested going to a school. i immediately thought of the little ghetto school on vargas (one block east of montopolis) that i taught little science lessons to third (or was it fourth?) graders at. "ghettos always have parks!" so while i was waiting for him to come over, i started playing keith courage on turbo grafx (you know you envy me). i got to this one part i can't get past; he and i went back and forth for an hour once trying to beat this one boss. suddenly, some time after he arrived, i just calmed down, was patient with it, and he died. it was very exciting! now i've got a jewel sword, and it's hilarious how long it is.
we went down vargas to see if there was a park, and lo! there was. :claps: it took a lot of restraint not to sprint to the equipment. there was a caterpillar that you can climb on, something i haven't seen since i was about six, in the playground by my t-ball field. and guess what was next to the caterpillar? i field with kids playing ball. it was very odd and d�j�vu-ish. i wanted to sit on its eyes, but i was afraid of having to jump down. i was just standing on its neck, leaning on the eyes, when frank grabbed the antennae (which i could only touch on my very tip-toes) and pulled himself up to me. "show off."
"move back."
so he climbed onto the eyes, and i jumped down, defeated by the caterpillar. in my defense, i'll use the fact i was wearing flip-flops. then this little girl who was around eight climbs up there and sits on the eyes. :sigh: don't say anything; i understand my lameness. we swung and contemplated the cool tricks i could do if i jumped off of the swing onto a tree branch just above me, and i was pretty bummed i couldn't actually do a double flip and land on my feet like i'm sure a cartoon could.
there was a little lot of blue bonnets by his truck, so i apologized and picked one for jennifer since she loves them so. the root and everything came out, so when i got home i got a plastic cup and packed in some dirt. frank attached a twistie to the cup and then the stem to hold it straight up, and i put it on jennifer's vanity. he had brought both of his bikes (sound scary yet?) and insisted i go riding with him.
soo, after figuring out how to get his truck started and transferring the bikes to my car just in case, we went to that parking lot past riverside and lamar, on the lake, you know. i hadn't ridden a bike in easily seven years, so needless to say i was daunted. since i'm a midget, i chose to ride his little bmx bike. we went west on the trail and crossed a little bridge. it was so pretty standing in the middle, looking to my right to see downtown and to my left to see...nothing. people who say austin's a concrete jungle are assuredly on drugs. after a while we came back and went across the pedestrian bridge on lamar. my pants kept falling down, and it was super annoying. argh.
after having lazed by railroad tracks (because i am, after all, lazy) we rode down to 9th to the trails, which are, in fact, just mounds of dirt. i sat on the seat of a car in the back (which was rather nice; it still reclined and everything) and watched all the boys riding around. there was one really cute mousy boy, so when not laughing at frank because he couldn't do this one thing i watched mousy boy. upon finally accomplishing his trick, frank came back and sat next to me, and mousy boy sat next to frank. he looks a lot like a guy i knew in high school (matt tyner) with some of this guy at work thrown in. out of nowhere i hear a guy yelling, "fraaank!" and a british guy, ben, rolls by. he came back, and when frank asked if he went out, he sang, "six o'clock in the morning! felt like shit!" then he proceeded to say something that included the word "pizza," and i just stared at the ground, concentrating on not laughing in his face. not in a bad way, mind you, he was just very british-ly funny. apparently he's pro and returning to england today.
we rode back down this path by a creek, and stopped when we got to a bridge with bats flying around underneath it. after debating whether or not they would attack us, we just ducked and rode through. that was neat. (: then some homeless guy smiled at me and said, "don't run me over!" i don't think i've ever been so happy to see travis than after that hour and a half, and after frank stuffed the little bike in my backseat and secured the other in my trunk, i plopped down inside travis. "ah, a sensible means of transportation."
i've got random bruises on my legs for some reason, one on my knee from when i was straddling the bike, hit the pedal, and it came crashing up to my knee. i was complaining consistently about the lack of cushion on the seat, and i don't foresee ending any time soon. i cannot sit or walk comfortably. at all. go ahead, laugh, i'll just kill you sooner when i take over the universe. it's horrendous; i feel like i've been anally raped (not that i would actually know what that feels like, honest! ;P).
when i got home, i yelled, "oh my god!"
"are you hungry?"
"i'm starving."
"well supper's almost ready."
and i round the corner of the foyer to see jennifer making mashed potatoes, italian seasoned chicken breasts (pre-seasoned from heb mmmmm) in the oven. it was so cute. she put her flower in her window, so maybe it'll be okay. i called my mom after i ate and told her of what had transpired. she was all proud i got out of the apartment. ;) at least i've got massive calves from marching, having to walk a few miles a day last year (i didn't have my car), et cetera; my legs could have really hurt, but they don't at all now. i really like the little bmx bike because you have to stand up and pedal, and that's fun.
yes, folks, i associated physical activity with "fun." are you bothred? i certainly am.
"but spring came bearing sunlight, those persuasive rays, so I gave myself a few more days."
<3, chels.
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