ahh. thursday. which means today is the end of my academic week and tomorrow the only thing i have to come to school for is something that i enjoy, which includes actually applying my knowlegde to real reasearch in the psych dept, not that i dont enjoy this daily learning, but i dont enjoy what learning means for most of us engaged in and to the great Academia...and that's the governments fault, shame on them
on a side note=
I think it's funny how we refer to the gov with a very simple "they"...."they're watching" "they have ways of knowing" "they monitor email activity"....who is coming after you for pirating too much music? "they" are! by george...what was that strange noise outside your window last night?
well, according to my brother it's them,
"shh, did you hear that? they might be listening"
Who? who's listening?
"dude, the government"
classic stefan line
hell, he might be right...but only because he and a few other fellow aspiring engineers are secretly plotting to build a subatomic particle compatible rail-gun large enough to destroy the earth, apparently
so, back to the world of social sciences, not quite as in depth as rail guns and government schemes...really briefly I'd like to say that this morning I took two rather appropriatly brutal exams for Race and Ethnic Relations, and the Holocaust, back to back.
I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one who at a certain point (usually in the wee hours of the morning) decide, with a significant sigh, that studying any more is a futile effort, and then reluctantly goes to bed only to rise before dawn to read on into the endless chapters of print and lecture notes--and i now realize i do it to satisfy the imaginary expectations of the invisible eyes of those unidentified flying beings who watch us all the time and might be taking notes...I mean, I sure dont want to be the one who was a social loafer and went into an exam less prepared than I could be, without even attempting to cram those last little tid bits of information into my jammed skull...what would they say?
on a more eventful topic, and MAYBE to the appreciation of perhaps at least one of my dear readers, I, in a fit of being tired of my excuses as to why I'm not riding much lately, hauled the sur out to conyers in the Tuesday afternoon drizzle--woohoo! a great ride--I even successfully added another notch (or two) to my belt of bike related accidents. Heres what happened.
A new section of the trail is ideal for bmx-inclined mtbers, but actually GETTING to that section on a bmx bike would be, well....lets not think of that right now--I think they do something special for bmx races--anyway, theres a curve in the trail which I have deemed good only for improving your cornering skills b/c it is not only a curve, it's a curve around the side of a large hill (meanin you screw up, you goin down fo sho), and the curve is simulateously a spot for bunny hopping, only hopping that particular spot would require skill that Joseph probably has, but I haven't yet mustered-
But surprisingly I swung around that without a hitch and felt a little glow of " whoa, I did it this time without getting squirrely" and not 10 seconds later (no doubt as a result of that gained confidence as I was traveling a good bit faster and forgetting about the presence of water..aka, mud) found myself moments away from a shoulder to trunk collision with a large oak tree. Quick decision! i slouched my shoulder down far enough to narrowly miss the tree, but consequently lost control while attempting to multitask b/w dodging the tree and maneuvering around and down the trail where the root system presented a little obstaclish jostle, and is also on a "little drop" as some might say--so I proceeded to the air, and upon recontact slid about 4 feet through the mud on my right shoulder and elbow- by that point I was MUDDDDDDY! and even more soaking wet if you can imagine, but, it was a good crash I must say. Indeed. Except my bike sustained what I would expect was a considerable blow to the rear derailluer, a crucial mechanism that I've been warned time and time again is officially on it's last leg...maybe its last toenail, even
so there you have it, end of story.
Peacery-
