Maraschino cherry to be exact

Man, break is going way too fast. Only two weeks left, and I still haven't done anything here at home. Except put in lots of time on the bike. I haven't ridden my mountian bike in over a month. I don't know what I'm going to do about that.

I popped my Philia cherry Saturday night when I went downtown with Matt to hang out with Jordan, whom we haven't seen in a long time, since he moved to Colorado. It was the first time I was in Philia without being on my bike. I almost wore my chamios out, because I didn't know what else to wear. It was a good time though.

Orangeman came today. Its too big. I don't know what I'm going to do about that either.

I love my new camera. And photo editing software.

High Quality Visual Aids

Christmas was sweet.

My new camera is awesome. The included manual to all the settings and controls is huge, and difficult to understand. but i'm trying. Now I can post lots of cool pictures that aren't blurry, out of focus, or just plain crappy. I love it.

I'm too tired to wait for any more to upload. I'm tired. I rode 105 miles today.

Wow, that was fun

New personal record set just minutes ago. 4 Hours on the trainer. Sweating everywhere. The first and last 45 minutes were the worst. They dragged on and on. The other 3 hours were lost somewhere in the middle. A list of the activities I did.

-Watched 3 episodes of MTV's Made
-AMA GNCC Harescramble recorded from the United Kingdom
-24 Solo
-Downhill skiing, recorded from the 2006 Winter Olympics
-Called Mateo, just to talk
-Called Rob May, also just to talk
-Drank one full gallon of water

Tomorrow I am most definitely going outside.

Post #101

I missed my chance to celebrate my 100th post. Small oversight. The 101st is still pretty cool though. However, I wish I had a more spectatcular post the comemorate it with. I'll just leave you with a story about today's comment of the day.

So I'm standing in line waiting for my fantastic Thai Chicken burrito at the famous California Tortilla. I've already ordered, but I'm waiting just to the side of the register for my food. A woman with her two young kids, I'm going to venture a guess of about 2 and 4ish, approach the counter ooggling over the massive menu board over the wall. I think nothing of it. I continue anticipating my burrito and the spicy peanut sauce that it contains. After a moment or two, and inquiring to both kids what they want, the woman turns to the girl behind the counter and asks this question. "Is it possible to eat the taco salad while I'm driving?"

What?

The words floated into my eardrum, high into my cerebellum, located near the limbic system, and actually caused me to stagger backwards.

I've been riding quite a bit the past three weeks as well. And going to the gym. And spending time with Jenny. And sleeping. And also inherently doing alot of laundry because of he sloppy road and trail conditions.

Oh my darling clementine

Who doesn't love orange juice. Sure there will always be disputes over pulp content or brand preference (Topicana is the only one I'll recognize), but everyone can still agree that OJ makes the world go 'round. Or at least makes you hate your day a little less. It is simply amazing.

As a complement (not to be confused with supplement) to our routine gallon jug of Tropicana, the best orange juice on the face of the planet, we purchased some clementines. Because they're delicious too. I couldn't wait til this morning when I would have the oppurtunity to enjoy one of these suckers for breakfast.

So I'm walking down the sidewalk, engaging in the most serious of discussions with Matthew, when I put a peice clementine in the mouth. I brace myself for the overwhelmingly euphoric taste of the fruit segment detenating inside my mouth like a tiny, delectable little bomb. What followed was nothing short of total disappointment. "UGGHH", I spit it out. I was thoroughly disgusted. It was the worst peice of fruit in a long time. But I had a lot of questions.

Was it bad?

Is this catastrophe limited to just this one clementine, or is the entire box destined for bottom of the trash can?

Should I spend more time scraping some more of the awful white stuff off?

Why did this particular clementine contain so many seeds?

Was this even a real peice of fruit at all?

I tossed it into the bushes. Ok, so I took out my rage on it and fired it as hard as I could into the nearby chainlink fence. I felt only slightly better. Matthew and I continued on, despite the lingering taste in my mouth. Walking only a few hundred feet away, it hit me. I realized what had caused me to judge that poor clementine so brutally.

I had brushed my teeth just moments before walking out the door.

My hands do still smell delicious though...