so, my boyfriend's bike was stolen a couple of days ago. it was right on his balcony, which is street-level. he'd just come home from a long day and didn't lock it up right away. sunday morning it was gone. it's shitty that it happened, because it was a really nice mountain bike. the weird thing is, the thief replaced his bike with another. it's a street bike, in good condition. i've seen another student in the area riding the same bike, but i don't know where they're sold. boyfriend is convinced that it was some drunk guy that decided to do a trade-in, since it was a saturday night. it's a good possibility since he lives in an all-student apartment complex close to the U. so boyfriend has been eagle-eyeing every biker he sees, checking the U's bike racks when he walks through the campus. i was thinking, what if the alleged drunkard stole the first bike, then decided to trade it in for my bf's? i told bf that at least he wasn't the first person who didn't even get a swap. tried to make him feel better. don't think it worked, since i was just making things up. BUT how interesting is that? whether or not the person owned the street bike, it seems rare to replace the item you're stealing from someone. it's not as cool, and it's not a mountain bike, and it can't be as expensive, but still, it's functional. weird. weird and helpful. i think we should dust for prints, then take them to the cops. bf didn't really appreciate that idea, either.
i'm trying to decide if it's more insulting to replace the item with an okay-but-not-as-awesome thing. i think it is. people are weirder every day.
i almost don't want to admit that i watched the season premiere of The Biggest Loser. it's the 'reality tv' show in which 14 obese contestants form 2 teams and compete to see which team will lose the largest percentage of weight each week, and ultimately who will lose the most overall, thereby winning the show. as a rule, i say that i can't stand reality tv, but then i get sucked into one of them. and this one, i think, has a reedemable plot. it's encouraging Americans to exercise and watch their diets. it's also a good way to feel better about my own fitness level. you could say that it's shallow of me to get that out of the show, but be serious. anyone who isn't obese can watch this show and feel better. it's part of the curse of being American and human.
i went to the doctor yesterday, and found myself apparently confused with american grammar and punctuation. every time i answered the nurse's questions, i was asking her one of my own. nurse: "so how do you pronounce your name?" me: "gurayn?" nurse: "and what's your birthday?" me: "seven twenty-two eighty-two?" it was weird. i noticed it as soon as it started, but for some reason couldn't stop it. then, when i spoke with the doctor, i did the opposite. doctor: "it appears you've inherited your family's tendency toward high cholesterol..." me: "did I."
i was genuinely surprised that she said it and was astonished that my voice refused to betray my earnest question. this had better get under control before my first job interview, or i will never be taken seriously.
whose idea was it to put those little bumps on ceilings? why go to all the trouble of having to cover the rest of the room in plastic sheeting just to spray the bumpy crap up there? it seems really unnecessary. perhaps the purpose is so absentminded homeowners don't accidentally mistake the ceiling for the floor and start walking up there, or to make a more obvious differentiation between walls and ceiling, so people don't attempt to hang their family photos up there. that's all i can come up with.
wait. i just looked it up. apparently the bumps are intended to cut down on glare from lights or sunshine. interesting. now you know.
i should tell you that i've been seeing things for the past couple of weeks. out of the corner of an eye, just a flash. i keep thinking it's a cat or a dog, since it's always low to the ground and smallish. for a while i entertained the idea that my parents' house is haunted with the ghosts of animals past, and, while i decided that they would be friendly, it was too creepy to think about. besides, it happens when i'm not at home, too. there goes that, thankfully.
perhaps i'm haunted by animal presences. there's an idea. when i was young, i fancied myself a bit of a kindred spirit with animals. sometimes i'd hide in the bushes on our block, mewing like a distressed kitten, and coax nearby cats (strays?) to come my way. they always figured it out before they got quite within arm's reach, though. but, i'm proud to say that they always did venture in my direction. i know, i was a little weirdo. so maybe this is where my yearnings for a dog have been coming from--ghost dogs in my head. but seriously, some of the shapes have a distinct cat feel to them.
i don't really think i'm haunted. not even sure whether or not i believe in hauntings, but some of those shows on cable are hard to ignore. the true stories, i mean. i just hate the reenactments. you know, when they reenact a crime. what a sad day for an actor when he/she finds him/herself as a reenactor. that seems to be scraping the bottom of the talent barrel. maybe that's what Rider Strong is doing these days. anyone seen him lately?
well, here i am, Nerdy McNerdton, making a blog. i decided it would be a good idea, since i hang around the house all day, thinking, to get some things out of my head, and perhaps let others marvel at the wonder of me. or at least see what i think. because nobody has anything better to do than think, 'I wonder what gurayn thought about yesterday...' rest easy, my friends. your time has come at last of course, as i sit here in the public library, i can't come up with any of those astounding revelations that i had planned on sharing. except for the fact that i look down when i listen really hard. as if i'm seeing the sound waves in the carpet, a new take on the Native American way of doing it. you know, how they put their ear to the ground to tell if there was movement ahead?
i think i'm better off just thinking things while i run and keeping the thoughts to myself.
still looking for job possiblities, and there are SO many in this teeming metropolis. apparently the garbage collectors are always looking for drivers, PLUS you get great overtime! this suggestion from Dad. yes, thank you, that's just the foothold i need to get recognized as a creative person, full of artisic talent. i want to work at the local pet groomery. that seems like it would be a funny job. i have no idea if they're hiring though. that seems to be a problem of my job search technique. i'm looking only for places that i want to work in, not for places that are looking for workers.
i imagine that when i drop off my resume, it will only take three, maybe four days, for someone to realize what a sparkling addition i will make to their workspace. then i will receive a phone call and goodness will abound.
