I have for a while now.

They’re faster than my bike, yes, and bigger, but can’t they have a little respect for the guy getting exercise and not affecting the environment? No matter how fast I’m going, god forbid I pass an intersection because then I’ll have to slow down to 0 km/h to wait for the fat lady in the car to go to wherever she needs to go.

If I’m on a busy street, I have to swerve right every time a car passes, because for all I know they’re betting each other in there about whether or not they can hit the kid on the bike. 50 points!

They’re loud as hell, and that makes conversation near impossible if I’m on a busy street. They smell up the street. And there’s just so many of them. It’s ridiculous.

Also, my ass hurts.

I didn’t do much today until I decided to visit Chris at work. I was brief, and was on the road again, Iced Capp in hand, thinking of something to do. Meghan was home alone, I remembered, so I figured I might as well visit.

She was about to walk the dogs, so I came with her. After about 20-40 minutes of walking, we visited Rob, who then came with us to visit Chris at work. I saw the girl he’s into for the first time, so yeah.

What was the most eye-opening thing of the night was what she said guys have said to her. It seems that purity is hard to come by, even in a Catholic school, as a guy I’m friends with has apparently gotten blowjobs (not handjobs - blowjobs) in the practice rooms of the Music room.

We ran into Shane on the way back. Apparently he has as well. Oh, and he smokes now. And he’s apparently dabbled with drugs.

I just think, wow, where am I?

Anyway, we ended up staying at Meghan’s house, the four of us, until about 11:30pm. Rob and I agreed not to leave until Shane did. We just didn’t trust him alone with her.

Stop getting pissed off at me when I show up at your house when you don’t answer your cell. How else am I going to contact you? It’s not like you own a landline.

When did I become more annoying than your brother? Why is he allowed to get a job with the family but when I want one, “I’m so annoying I’ll drive them insane”?

Would you prefer it if I just never talked to you at all? I’m starting to consider it, I mean, that’s what you want, right? I wouldn’t be annoying you anymore.

Consider that what you say actually means something to other people.

I was at Kalina’s house, walking up some stairway up to a room, which might’ve been hers. I noted to myself that I forgot how I got here, and that it looks nothing like I remembered.

I came to the room at the top and she was there - but so were people I don’t really associate with. The only ones that come to mind at the moment are Chelsea and Kielbowich.

There was apparently a contest going on, a scavenger hunt of sorts, and I wasn’t aware of that. So I never really got to talk to her, only passing glances. Her house had become a really dark version of the foyer from school. That was when things got weird.

People I knew started arriving around 7pm. It seems I’d been amusing myself for a few hours now. Everyone and their groups of 3 were sitting in blocks in the huge main room (shaped like a donut with a railing covering the hole, which went into eternity).

I ran into Rob and his group, whom I forget. I high fived him and started to run around. I ran and ran, except the floor seemed to give me speed. By the time I saw Colin (from grade school and in a group with Novello) I crash landed into his luggage, taking it with me, except the floor wouldn’t let me stop. I was sliding at the same speed I was running, and it kept up for another 2 minutes before Colin caught up to me, took his luggage, and called me an asshole.

I woke up.

Made myelf a new colour scheme. It’s a lot darker.

I like it better this way.

This either means my shots are going to suck more than ever this week, or I’m going to find a nice gloomy place that suits the weather.

Yes, this is all I have to write about right now.