I went biking! I take back what I wrote about losing enthusiasm for it because it is awesome and wonderful and my best friend.
It was great. I went to Starbucks, which actually was a disappointment, because their tempting chalk drawings of their Dark Cherry Mocha would of probably tasted better than the actual thing. It tasted like cough syrup to me, which I guess is somewhat appropriate since my throat is being scratchy and phlegm-ridden, but still, gross! Cookie was okay, though. I tried reading some of a "Chronicle of a Death Foretold" at Starbucks, but my cough syrup drink was too distracting. So! I biked to Walgreens, and on the way there, my sandal fell off in the middle of the crosswalk. Of course I played it off all cool and did a little loop-dee-loop and picked it up but I felt the judgmental eyes of those cars waiting to go. Walgreens was pretty uneventful, I just walked around and bought a couple things because I felt bad for just walking around. I bought a kite! I also saw a cute girl, too, even though I really only saw the back of her head, but her hair was very loop-dee-loopy and nice looking, so I assumed the rest of her was pretty as well. I entertained the idea of introducing myself to her, just to be pleasant, but then I asked myself, "Who do I think I am? Handsome Man?" So I decided it wasn't worth it and I left. Then I went through the Cypress College parking lot! Fun! Empty! Flat where it should be and rampy and hilly when necessary as well. Perfect place to flail my arms around while biking, which is actually a very, very liberating thing to do.
And then I went to Swain Elementary! God, I hated it there, but I still felt really nostalgic biking through the school. It made me feel sad, even though I only went for a couple months. It was kind of eerie, too, actually. There was a constant clink clink noise as I biked through because the chain from the tether-ball pole kept whacking against the pole. OmInOuS!1! Everything looked smaller, of course. And when I biked around to the side, they had an effing garden! They had a garden! For the kids, I assumed. It made me jealous and incredibly happy sad at the same time. I don't even know what they were growing, but the plants had big leafy.... leaves, just wide, hanging leaves, the kind you know Thumbellina would take shelter in (Did I really just write that?). It was great. I wanted to plant something of mine in there but I didn't really have any plants or seeds on me at the time (Stupid Matt, stupid!). I think I will plant something there, though, just on the edge of one of the troughs. I want a child, a white child, not an Asian child, fuck that, but I want a white child so I can take him/her to his first day of elementary school, with their obligatory cartoon character backpack from Target and their non-Asian bowlcut that they can pull off because they are not Asian and their light up shoes and their lunchbox which will be stuffed with napkins with notes written on them.
"You are my child, but there is no food in here because you have your own fucking garden, you free-riding asshole. XOXO Daddy"
There was a lot of things going through my head as I biked but I can't remember even half of them for the life of me, but I write down what I can anyway.
I think I would have fun being an elementary school teacher, if my kids are nice and if I can learn to enunciate properly. I miss being a kid. I wish I was a kid again. Someone make me a kid again.
P.S. I biked past a lot of nighttime joggers tonight, too, who made me realize that I mutter to myself when I bike alone, I need to stop that.
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