7: 17

Yesterday. I woke up, went to ashby, went to the gym, went to Longs, went to Safeway, biked home, Lay out on my roof for an hour, went to get frozen yogurt with Alice and several of her friends, went to a garage sale, found a table covered in butterflies. found a dresser bedside table that I love, came home, ate dinner, set up my room, biked to Ikea, bought a new bedspread and a pillow, biked home, put my new bedspread on my bed, curled up in my new beautiful bed, watched a movie and fell asleep.

Today will be a little less busy I feel. Maybe not, it seems that every day is just as busy with little errands. I like busy. I biked so much yesterday, I love the feeling of sore muscles, i've been getting that feeling every day for the past week it seems. I'm getting stronger. I like that.

It's Sunday morning , I woke up late. ( 7:17 ).

my mother texted me this morning telling me to get a bike helmet, apparently a bird flew into our house and that means one of two things : death, or good luck.

I feel as though I am too liberal with what I write on this blog... but i don't seem to care. I feel as though no one would bother reading all this goop, would I bother to read someone else's endless rantings and ramblings? perhaps I should just print out all these entries and slip them into my other diary that's kept secret from all prying eyes and just continue my writing there. That seems a much better idea.

Kate returns tomorrow. I am so excited to see her.