i came damn close to throwing my bike down the big grassy hill at school today. the chain came off the chainring. and though that is an incredibly easy thing to fix, it just pissed me off. cuz i was already having a bad day, and that lil damn chain didn't help.

but fear not. my bike did not go plummeting down the big grassy hill. instead i sat at the top of the big grassy hill and put the chain back on.

after i called it a "greasy little bastard".

at which i just cracked up, and i'm sure the two girls that were walking by think i'm crazy. however, i'll probably never see them again, so i really don't care.

so anyway, i came home, blah blah blah, nothing happened.

i just got done working on my bike, trying to find the source of that damn clicking sound. which appears to be coming from the cogs. little coggy bastards.. ahem. anyway. so yeah. now i'm all greasy from the chain, chainring, and frankly, the whole bike because it needs to be cleaned.

and for some reason, i just rubbed my face with my greasy hands. that can't be good..

hm.. i just tried getting the grease off with the hard bristle mechanics scrubby brush david left over here. it didn't work.. now my hands are just red and raw.

thats just swell.

i was looking through my bike catalog today during Comp (who wants to practice MLA documentation when you can drool over shiny new bike stuff?), and i found quite a few things i want (and my bike needs) for christmas. examples: chain/cable lube, a new saddle and a workstand among other things. like a Cannondale. them are some good bikes.

anyway.

i might be borrowing moms car tomorrow night (because my potential car thats sitting in our yard is not working and i haven't fixed it yet), to go to comstocks football game. unless it rains. which it will then suck.

its been a while since i've driven a car.. i think the last time was.. december if i remember right.

damn.

anyway, i guess i'll have to find a new name for mom's new car, since we don't have the Ghetto Mobile anymore.

oh Ghetto Mobile, how i miss you. how i miss the duct tape over the rear passenger window because you wouldn't go up all the way. how i miss the leaky front windshield that let rain into the car whenever it rained. oh how i miss the crooked front headlight that pointed off in any direction except where you need it. oh how i miss the bitchin' stereo system that i could blast bikini kill and 7 year bitch on and it would still kick ass no matter how loud it was.

it was such a cool car.

now mom as a damn pretty brand spankin' new (a 2000) car without anything wrong with it. and i don't know what to call it.

though i'm kinda thinking of Monkey Death Car. a phrase dani said last time i talked to her. because that phrase makes me giggle.

then i can say things like "To the Monkey Death Car, Robin!" after i've had very little sleep and get amused easily.

how nifty.