Category: 1995-2000

The other day, I saw a cyclist riding down the road. He had a “Slow Moving Vehicle” sticker taped to his butt, a blinking light, and was teetering on the edge of the road. It struck me as odd, though. This man was dressed like he was riding in the middle of the night, although it was broad daylight out. Another thing confuses me about those guys. Why all the spandex in the flashy neon colors? I can understand the bright colors thing (because being smacked by a Dodge Dart at 45 mph couldn’t be any fun), but I am bewildered at the prevelance of spandex. What does tight stretch pants do? Does it make the air slide off of you or something? I don’t suppose I will ever know unless I start biking, which I don’t think will be happening anytime soon. One thing I have learned about cyclists though, don’t honk your horn at them. It just gets them a little peeved, and they start throwing up obscene gestures, which also confuses me. I mean, the guy’s on a bike, I am in a car. I think the person with 2 tons of metal behind them might come out victorious.

It’s been awhile since Nothing in General was updated, so I figured that I would go ahead and that. Nothing has really happened in the past two weeks since we last posted to it; life goes on as usual. Later this week, (namely tomorrow), I will add a much more meaningful post. But until then, I’m out like a trout.

Well, today I went to the dentist; and I have decided to hate my current dentist. I get in there, and he immediately starts to drill. He puts all the crap in my mouth, so I can barely move my tongue, and then he asks me, “You want Novocain?” Of course, I can’t do anything but make an inaudible noise. Fortunately, he realized that I meant “yes” and shot me up. But he made me hold a mirror so I could watch him dig in my mouth. No fun.

Two months until my birthday, and tomorrow will mean 2 months until my graduation ceremony. It’s a bittersweet moment for me, as I am happy I am leaving the confines of private education; the uniforms, the useless rules, etc. It’s also a sad time, however. I now realize that some of these people I watched turn into men and women right before my eyes, and now I probably won’t see a lot of them until the reunion.

Yesterday was wonderful. After church, Bret and a couple of my other friends went to the park and partook in a smashing game of Frolf. I won, of course, but it wasn’t after having a throw-off to break a three way tie. Frolf is a lot of fun to play, but I like it’s Scottish counterpart (golf), I don’t think I have the time or commitment to get all the different kinds of discs for it. I will use my Freestyle Frisbee®, thank you very much. And like golf, other people on the course who are better than you can be very indignant towards you. In front of us, five “professionals” were playing. Though there were more of them, they still seemed to take an eternity to play each hole. Oh well, enough of my whining, I wouldn’t want to make Bret angry.