Spoked Sanity

What a day.

2008-02-02T20:37:00.000-08:00

Fuck. Me.

This blog doesn't want to be written.

I got my first concussion today. I crashed my bike. I was going to work, at about 25 mph, when a car stopped diectly in front of me. I hit the ground. Hard. I should have left a dent. I heard people talking later about how they'd "never seen a person bounce before." The car that I'd crashed to avoid just drove off. The car behind stopped to help. I wish I remembered their names, they were so awesome.

I sat up and said, "I'm fine, really, thank you. I need to go to work."

They heard, "Nuuh bluh duh guhmuh duh buh."

Apparently the only coherent words to come out of my mouth for the next half an hour were "no insurance." The doctor there gave me some medicine to kill the bump and help the pain go away. He told me I could go to the hospital, spend a lot of money, they would watch me and send me home. Or I could go home, try not to sleep, and not pay a lot of money. I went home. And promptly fell asleep. A few hours later a phone call from my boss woke me up. I had completely forgotten to call. I hope I don't get fired. I tried to call some friends, and they either didn't answer, or I thought better of it. I miss my people, and I want to still be friends. I love them so much.

It then occurred to me that it was pay day and rent day. nd I had no way to get to the bank. No one I called could help, or they didn't answer the phone. I felt so alone. Finally I thought to call Matt, and amazing, wonderful, awesome person that he is, he pulled through for me. I'm not sure he knows exactly how much he saved me. He is my hero today. He picked me up and we went to get his paycheck from Snow City, and go to the bank. After that I went to my sister's house and played with the baby for a bit. I love her so much, she's so smart and amazing and perfect. However, once there, I managed to drop my phone in the toilet. Hear that Bri? Did you hear a scream and a splash followed by a busy signal? I hope so. Then I walked in the cold to Josh's place, with no coat. And that's where I'm sitting now. Hopefully my day doesn't get any worse.

My head hurts.

Wow!

2008-01-29T22:20:00.000-08:00

I got my very first comment! Someone actually read what I wrote. I'm inordinately excited. And I'm thankful for the concern.

X is certainly a friend. And I wont be dating him or any such thing. There is no excuse for what his ex did. I can't say I trust him entirely, or his motives. But I care for him deeply, and I hurt when he does. I talked to him today and told him I was in no way interested in a relationship. I hope that helped. I also started, um, that time of the month. Which has brought a torrent of mixed feelings. At first I got a bittersweet feeling of relief. I thought, "I'm not pregnant. The fact he didn't use a condom didn't have the feared consequence." I say bittersweet because I do want a baby. Oh so much. But I only had a day to wonder before I hit the red, so the regret wasn't too bad. And I told my girl friend G that I was in the clear. She proceeded to tell me all about how you can get two periods and still be preggo. So now I'm half hopeful, half fearful again. Actually, the hopeful should be a larger portion. Which scares me in itself.

Anyways. So I saw an ad for a "McKinley Mac." On a bus. About 8 feet across. Mickey D meat should never be so blown up. It was disgusting. I nearly threw up my Charleston Chew.

2008-01-28T20:22:00.000-08:00

My stomach hurts. A lot. This doesn't really have anything to do with anything, but it is pretty prevalent in my mind. I'm also getting a cold. Which I guess is pretty normal for someone just starting to work at a preschool. I love working there, and love the kids. But damn am I sick a lot.

That said, there is a reason I am writing. I kind of, sort of, definitely slept with my friend, let's call him X. Let me tell you a little about X. He's 23, in the army, and has a son just a couple months from turning two. He has been to Iraq three times. He had to join the army to get out of jail. His ex-wife fucked him over big time. She slept with his soldiers. He's got some baggage.

Not to say I don't have baggage. I have as much as he does, if a different kind.

It wont work. I can't be in a relationship with him. It would be like a blind person helping another blind person see. I will explain more. I think I need to go puke.

Life.

2008-01-07T21:32:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I feel like God is trying to pull a fast one on me.

Good one, big guy.

Bucking up

2008-01-07T16:43:00.000-08:00

I guess I went and did. Got a blag. I don't know that I'll give anyone I know the address so I figure I can say just about anything I want. So here goes:

Yesterday was our 24 hour theatre festival, the Overnighters. In which plays are conceived, written, and fully produced it 24 hours. I got to wear my angry feminist dress (which is oddly attractive for being brown sacking with blue piping), write all over myself with lipstick, scream at people about dildoes, and make the audience laugh hysterically. 'Twas fun. I also accidentally got kicked in the head by Anthony....but I guess that's ok, he didn't mean to.

All of my bikes currently have flat tires, and I currently have less than no money. So I'm hoofin' it. Anchorage isn't exactly pedestrian friendly, but it is by far less bicycle friendly, so I guess I'm alright.

I don't know if I'm supposed to introduce myself? Tell my story? Ignore what I'm supposed to do? I'll figure it out. If I feel like posting my life story I'll do in sporadic bursts, most like.

Anyways, I'm Anna. Nice to meet you.