i know i usually impress all of you with how old and mature i seem, so please pardon my sounding so very eighteen for a moment while i say something so very young.
my sister colored my hair even more today and it looks hawt. that’s right, it’s not just hot — it’s hawt.
we had just watched a movie all about a man facing his fears and conquering the world when we decided to start our trek home. alright, so it’s not quite a trek. it’s more like a short stroll down the street, but trek did sound better, didn’t it? he had ridden his bike down to the yellow house and i reminded him to bring it home with us.
it was late and the roads weren’t very busy (alrght, are they every busy here in madrid?). the moon looked sad and rather yellow and i was fine with the idea of walking back home, but no one ever goes along with what i want. he said he’d hold the back of the bike while i tried getting on it and then walk beside me so i wouldn’t fall. i freaked and asked how i’d stop it and what’d i do if a car was coming. he assured me that i’d be fine and started me up. my heart started beating at a fast pace and i gripped the handles a bit too tightly. i started pedalling and he started running beside me. i giggled — that silly annoying giggle — that showed i was a bundle of nerves. but i made it down the street and down another. have i told you yet that i haven’t been on a bike in a few years because i’m ridiculously scared of them?
he’s now planning biking trips. we’re going to massena on some free saturday. that is, after i get my own bike and stop getting off the bike everytime a car is coming.
but i thought it was rather good of me. at some point i need to get over my freak paranoia’s. now it’s your turn.