Refund Run

Xab and I have been in and out of Wal-Mart and Target, trying to find parts for my new (well, second hand) bike. Nothing's wrong with it, really. I just need a lock, an air pump and a helmet. Perhaps a new seat, the current one hurts my bottom. But everytime I pick something out, it's either broken or it doesn't fit, or I simply think it's too expensive for whatever simple purpose it has. So we've returned and exchanged. I think we're going to have to refund everything again.

I was really thinking about getting a girl's bike as opposed to a woman's bike. It's too big. "Lower the seat, duh!" But the seat is as low as it can get. It's quite amusing. The only way I can get on the bike is wearing my sneakers that will bring me at least an inch off the ground, or setting the bike by the sidewalk and hopping on it while I'm standing on the curb. But I'll get used to it I guess. Getting on and getting off the bike is the only problem.

Today was Friday the 13th. Big freakin deal. (Sarcasm). The interesting part was that when we went outside 30 crows were circling above the street. I suspect that my neighbor has been shooting at them with an air rifle or whatever projectile he possesses.

Media Virus

I stopped watching TV about a year ago. I don't know if that is because of 9/11, or because I went to college, or because I realized that there is nothing worth my time on. I watch TV occassionally.. maybe for about fifteen minutes, then I wander off boredly. Today is a day to avoid TV. I get angry and annoyed at what I see. Not Afghanistan. Not terrorist groups. It's the flags, the banners, the red, white and blue. The overdone media. I hate it especially when the some random citizen is being interviewed. The country hasn't learned much in the past year. People are still leading the average, middle-class, ignorant of the outside world.

Family Road Trip

Me and my entire family (my mom, my dad, and my brother) all went up to my apartment to drop off more of my stuff and to let my dad see the apartment. It was an interesting adventure. My mom drove, because my brother and I complain if my dad drives. Usually my brother ends up with a headache and I'm hunched over on the front lawn full of nausea.

My parents both play driving instructor to me, which is why I never drive if they're the passenger. I get too nervous and I then I make mistakes. It's scarier when my parents play driving instructor to each other because then they just get mad. I get nervous, I actually start shivering because my mom is starting to become hysterical and I wonder if she would rev the car up and drive maniacally. She did that a couple of times. I would actually start saying my psychic goodbyes to all my loved ones. But when she does that, she's usually in control. I think.

During the drive back home, we stopped by mom's sister's house to pick up their bicycle. (Me having a bicycle is another story. My parents don't want me using one because it's dangerous but I pointed out that there was at least a dozen bikers on the street while we were driving. Then I asked for a motorcycle and they gave in.) My auntie invited her son over so they we could see her grandson. My mom's side of the family has this thing about being loud. Everything is loud. Their voices, their laughs, their sneezes. Sometimes I have it. Just the sneezing bit. It's scares the crap out of the baby so he doesn't like his grandmother.

It's weird. That baby still doesn't look like he's in the right family.