Day One (or 'How the Monkey Lost his Banana')

Here we are then. The big wide world of blogging. Please, PLEASE stop me if at anytime I begin to sound pretentious. No objections? Here we go.


I ride a folding bike (some would call it a "commuter's bike"; I intend to should I ever get pulled over the police...don't ask why). This bike folds down to a smaller size that was somewhat more appealing in the premise of simply owning a more easily compact bike for the purposes of storage and travel.
Bikes do not like me. This must be the case, otherwise I would have far better luck with them. As it stands, other than the fairly frequent punctures I am made to suffer through, I have only had two main problems with this bike. One is the failing gear system that does not permit me to change gear when cycling for fear of death. The other is the right pedal that shot off during a cycle ride along a busy road. A veritable deathtrap surely.

So here I am, having gone a week bike-less and relying on the less-than-agreeable public transport that my fair town offers, only to be messed around by a certain bike-repair business of good repute so that I will have to wait until I move to University on Saturday before any repairs can be made. Oy vey!

So far, this blog is serving the purpose of allowing me to vent my considerable anger at the world. Here's hoping that the few (if any) readers haven't died of boredom yet. Moaning sesh pt. 2:

My local library is a shambles. Unfortunately I don't find my home environment to be particularly condusive to learning or studying, mostly due to the temptation of the fridge, and so I resigned myself to a long study session of New Testament Greek and Classical Hebrew at the library in preparation for my studies, especially since I've procrastinated for far too long now (and yet here I am, "blogging" instead of studying). Even more unfortunate was the fact that I had not entered other people (or "Hell" as Jean-Paul Sartre might refer to them) into the studying equation. Students at the local college, for some completely unknown reason, choose the public library over any other facilities that their college might provide for them. And instead of studying, they choose to talk. And eat. LOUDLY.
And so, when I pleasantly ask them to keep the noise down for the sake of everybody else...they decide to laugh at me. And eat. LOUDER. And drop pens on the desk, repeatedly. And talk in a loud whisper that, if anything, is more distracting than their usual volume.

So I leave, defeated and no more versed in the languages of my forefathers than when I'd entered. Which brings me here, to my faithful Craptop, as uncompromising and temperamental as my preferred mode of transport.

Tomorrow is another day.