I had to RIDE MY BIKE to the post office today, because Dad vanished with my car at about ten AM and didn't tell me where he was going or when he would be back. MY CAR. *snarl* It was hot, and I got all sweaty after I'd just taken a shower, and I got sunburned, and I had to wash my hair *again* because some fsking motorist threw a slurpee out his window and got it on me... those of you who've met me in person will know the significance of my having to wash my hair twice in one day being great - not to mention ANNOYING AS HELL since it's long, thick, and in weather like this, unbelievably cumbersome. This was one of those days where I picked up my sewing scissors and stared at them contemplatively and seriously, holding my braid in the other hand.

Don't worry. I didn't do it. My hair's still there. :P

Why did I ride my bike to the post office? Well, first of all, it wasn't my bike. I *tried* to ride *my* bike, but someone had managed to yank the back tire off the frame and it was hanging off it with the tube sticking out. Apparently, a very, very large spider had taken up residence in there. I have no personal prejudices against spiders, but when big, fat, *shiny* grey ones appear as if from nowhere on the back of my hand... ech. I didn't squash 'im, though. However, my dog *may* have eaten him.

I feel no remorse. He started it.

So I dragged the bike out from under the porch and the other *seven* bikes (How do we even *have* seven bikes? We only have five family members!) and flipped it over. I actually managed to get the tire properly back onto the frame, but punctured the inner tube in the process, rendering it useless. So I had to ride Faya's bike... seat was too high, and I can barely reach the ground. Rode to the bloody post office... closed. Just figures, doesn't it? So I rode back home. I think, "all that for nothing!" and take my second shower. *grumble*

Dad finally brought the car back and I went and mailed off my money-order at the 7-eleven. And why did I go through all this trouble? Well... actually, buying toys. I bought an X-Men belt buckle and a lapel pin on the Internet today... bad Ari. ;) I know I'm supposed to be saving money, but they were just so *shiny*... and cheap! (Comparatively speaking, I mean... the prices were *still* in USD and I *still* ended up spending over forty bucks, postage and stuff included...) And shiny... :) Hey; look at it this way: I have my parents' credit card number. I *could* have used that. I didn't.

Now I just hope they get here before I leave. It would really bite if they didn't. :( I just want my shiny pin... I think I'll put it on my new duster... :D