I had typed up this big long blog about how shitty the attitudes of the BMX'ers in this town are and how maybe the scene here just wasn't ready for a skatepark...then my son melted down and and the browser got closed and the draft did not get saved. So no bitch session, because the clouds parted for a moment, the temperature went up and I got to fucking ride today. I learned a new trick (new for me) and had a good time with everyone. I guess I just need to roll with the punches and understand that if the skateboarding community wants us out of the park, we're gonna be gone and there isn't much I can do about it. I let myself get pissed off when I see the BMX guys acting like dumbasses and eventually it colors my whole experience. I don't have time to worry about this. I am just gonna ride and try to enjoy the experience as long I can.
I want to build a pump track. Trails are rad, but in my advanced age, a pump track might be more my speed. Maybe not. I think we can make such a thing, and I even think I know where to put it. Let's just say that recycling is all the rage.
I have to read one chapter in Western Civ by the 20th and 3 chapters in Poli Sci by Thursday. I like this. Much more interesting than my online Spanish class. No offense to Spain. It is a lovely country that I hope to visit one day. But taking a foreign language online is fairly torturous.
You know what? Lilly Allen has a third nipple, just like me. I bet we'd hit it off famously. *Waits for Mica to slap me*