If 2011 ends up being as good as 2010 is bad, I'm in for a treat. What's strange, though, is that I haven't been too far down (emotionally speaking) (I have become more agitated than I used to be, but that could be my on-going love/hate relationship with cigarettes, or possibly a side effect of drinking coffee excessively on a daily basis).
Today, I walked to my bike and found a unicycle in its place. This unicycle had the body of a bike (my bike, in particular), as well as a chain (which is quite unusual as it is unnecessary to switch gears on a single-wheeled machine).
So there's that: a stolen tire to add to the stolen phone, backpack, and books, compounded with falling off the Stella various times, plus having bugs and a moldy bathroom, as well as roughly $500 of parking tickets this year... it's been a rough one.
On the other hand, I got a new tattoo, a motorcycle, and possibly a Cabrio. I also bought a violin (which I'm now trying to sell). I am currently employed at a pretty sweet coffee shop, and certain people in my family are getting their lives together (always a good thing).
Before I go, I should mention my trip to Intelligensia today. Here goes:
I met Megan 10 minutes after I told her I'd be there. I was upset about my bike tire and the fact that I had to drive the Cadillac (which I don't trust ever since the tires began spontaneously deflating). She saw I was upset and paid for my bagel (at The Bagel... decent place. Also, Aaron's dad's favorite place, supposedly).
On to Intelligentsia... I bought a large coffee, even though I don't consider 16 ounces of coffee to be particularly large. 16 ounces of espresso, on the other hand, would probably qualify as an xxxxl, at least. Anyways, we sat outside with our bagels and coffee and had a chat. At one point, a woman walking her dog and heading in our direction caught Megan's attention. "I'm going to ask her what kind of dog that is," she declared. And she did.
Chatty Kathy's name was actually Diane, but she was fairly interesting for someone who had a lot of arbitrary (relatively speaking) things to say. Very long conversation short: she referred me to a very good friend of hers who is close to having a PhD from the University of Chicago and is starting to teach writing. She's Puerto Rican and spicy (in the words of Diane). The real root of my excitement lies in the notion that this could, if I take this lead, be the yin to the inconvenient yang I've landed lately.
As an aside, I'd like to mention that I have not been wearing deodorant for the past few days. I figure it's not good to rub or spray chemicals into my skin on a daily basis. Because my diet consists of primarily healthy and organic foods, I usually do not smell when I sweat. Today, though, I smell... bad. This is the first day in many that I haven't ridden my bike (or done any kind of exercise or physical activity, for that matter). I now have this suspicion that people are tipping me in a "get your water turned on and take a goddamn shower. Jesus"- kind of way. (My water is on, by the bye).
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