bouncyDon'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
