Make Some Waves

 I am tired as hell. Jon and I biked to Ashland and back again. Another 24 miles, huzzah! Plus the 6 for biking to school and back, so 30 miles. I pushed myself a little too hard on the way back and went up a whole set of gears. Not a good idea, haha. It was also pretty windy, so I never quite recovered my stamina. Feels good regardless. It’s a lot easier than it was last summer. Hopefully this will be a Monday tradition. I’d like to be able to bike without wind for once, then I can truly push myself. Afterward, grilled steaks, asparagus, and baked potatoes. I need to eat like that more often. I can only take 300 meals of chicken and rice bowls before it starts to wear off. I had planned to have people over to watch WrestleMania, but no one texted back, so I guess I’ll wait to watch it. I’m avoiding Facebook and anywhere else where a spoiler may be found. I hate, hate, HATE spoilers. The first viewing or playthrough of something is always the best, because of the factor of the unknown. It’s never the same afterward.

Piano class should be fun, though I’ve heard bad things about the teacher, so we’ll see. I’m supposed to have a one minute improvised piece ready by Wednesday, even if it’s horrible and consists of me violently mashing on the keys in an overly rudimentary fashion. Huh. I need to actually study for Spanish this term, after only a week of nothing I’ve forgotten most of the stuff from last term. Kenpo is tomorrow, looking forward to that, as well as songwriting. I have very little idea as to what it entails, I’m hoping it helps me add variety to my writings. After a few hundred dark and/or cynical songs, it would be worth it to try writing something a little lighter. I may have come to this conclusion after showing some songs to a friend and being unable to meet her request of supplying anything jovial or whimsical.

I have been trying on the online dating front. There will always be a twinge of shame in typing sentences like that, it’s a lot less than it used to be. I simply don’t meet a lot of people, at least not in a natural, comfortable environment. Trying to get a donor’s number at work seems like a foolish and risky venture. Of course, I have their number, and the rest of their personal information in front of me, but taking advantage of that would mean instant creeper status. I’ve messaged a few women, which is a few more than normal. I’ve been talking to one a little bit, she plays guitar and sings. I don’t see anything substantial happening as far as dating due to her age and what I’ve grasped from her Facebook. Honestly, I’m more interested in scouting her. Any potential prospect for the band is important. Everything covered in this paragraph will be far, far easier in Portland.

Matt wants to move there this month. If it wasn’t for work, school, and the roomies, I would. Hell, if it wasn’t for the roomies I would, I don’t care about work or school. I count the days until my fresh start and my ascension to something better. It would be prudent to fix my car first, and save up. It’s smart to wait until July, but I would love to move now. Perhaps things will change, who knows.

No one else at work seemed to realize yesterday was April Fool’s Day. It was unfortunate. Aside from someone trickily listing their birthday as on that day on Facebook, and adblocker replacing all the ads in Chrome with pictures of cats, the day was lacking in shenanigans. Despite my typical cynicism, there are some things I strongly believe in with an almost child-like fervor. Birthdays, Halloween, and April Fool’s Day should always be celebrated and made to be special. They only come once a year, why not go all out? I don’t always follow this logic, I hope to set a better standard for cool costumes and pranks in the future.

I’m exhausted, so going to bed now might not actually be a bad idea. Staying up until 3 every night and then trying to rewind that to 10 or 11 is going to lead to some bodily resistance. Ugh.