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Saturdays are my favorite days because I get to hang out with Sarah alll day and bake cookies and look through ViewMaster reels and watch movies and TV with her.

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My dad told me I couldn’t ride my bike anymore. It’s pretty terrible. I actually got really sad when I wrapped up my Kryptonite lock and told my mom that she should send it to my uncle so it won’t take up space in our storage room.

It’s actually making me really mad because my dad told me I “could stop riding my bike because he can take me to school and pick me up” but it doesn’t make any sense with the way he’s doing it. My class starts at 10 AM and ends whenever my professor dismisses us which is between 11:30 AM and 12:00 PM. However, my dad has to be at work by 8 AM so he has to drop me off at school for two-and-a-half to three hours before my class starts. Then, when my class ends, he’s supposed to pick me up at 11:45 PM but my class mostly ends at 11:25 or 11:35 so by the time he gets there and drives me home, it’s the exact same time I would’ve gotten there normally if I had ridden my bike. And today he was over 90 minutes late in picking me up, which is 3 times the time it takes for me to ride my bike home. This is ridiculous.

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I’ve decided that biking ain’t so bad in Houston. I haven’t gotten 2 of the textbooks I need for class, though.

After class today I rode my bike to the museum. I hung out in the sculpture garden for a while and talked to this security guard there. He’s an immigrant from the Phillipines. He’s retired now and just works at security to pass the time, I guess. He came up to me and saw me holding a bicycle helmet and he got to talking about bikes. It turns out that when he was in his younger years, he was this really popular lighting director for broadcasting back in the Phillipines for like 30 years and every once in a while when a Philipino act he worked with in the past comes to Houston, they ask him to set up the lights for them.

Then I met up with my ole pal Zoe. Her dad was in the Big Boys back in Austin, Texas’ punk days. She’s a volunteer aid at the Glassell School of Art or something. She gets paid to do nothing and I’m jealous. She was on her lunch break. She and Dylan saw Al Gore speak at the Galleria, I think. Dylan accidently left his bank statements in her car. Then I sifted through his bank papers and I identity thefted his ass.

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Today was my first time commuting in downtown Houston via bicycle. It sucked when I had to ride on streets with shatteered/broken pavement (most of them), the 55 mile per hour access roads, and the places without sidewalks ’cause I ride on the sidewalk ’cause I’m a jerk/scaredy cat.

I wish we had these.

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Sooo I had my first day of summer school. It sucks. I’m taking the class at Houston Community College-Central Campus and it’s kind of scary, it look like an old run down high school. HIST1301. It was in the Business Careers Center building but it moved to the San Jacinto building. The teacher on my schedule is different than the one on the roster, though. I hope I’m in the right class.

After that I had to go to La Porte to pick up the nuts and bolts for the seat-post of my bike. That didn’t help, though, ’cause I discovered that the seat-post is too high. My mom was trying to convince me to ride the bike home when I couldn’t even reach the floor while sitting on the seat. That was the stupidest thing I ever heard, though, so I didn’t.

This is boring.

If any of you plan on getting me a gift for my birthday or Christmas or for just being cool, I recommend getting me a 6-pack, 12, or 24-case of Dr Pepper.

Bikees.