And the long nights surrounds me
You turn me around

Hrmm… its been awhile since my last post. This last week has been hell… what’s new? Always looking forward for the weekend, too bad I have a load to do. I really should have tried to been a little more productive today. Oh well.

Listen to this story… errr… read this story. Haha. After my digital illustration class today I was about to head home to grab some grub before my art history class and while unlocking my bike lock my key wouldn’t turn, and I ended up breaking the key off. I was thinking at the time, “good thing I have this extra key in my book bag.” So I end up trying that key and ‘snap’ same thing… that key breaks too… so I’m just standing there thinking that I will never get my bike off this damn rack now that this key is now stuck in the lock and it wont turn. So I went to the KU information desk to see if someone could help me. I ended up calling maintenance and the lady said that they couldn’t do anything to help me. She recommended that I call public safety… and so I called them. The public safety lady tells me that she sent out a cop and that I should wait by the rack. So I was like sweet… I’m getting my bike back. After about 15 minutes of waiting for the dude… he finally shows with absolutely zero tools. He says “what seems to be the problem over here?” really carelessly. I was thinking to myself, wow this lady just sent this cop and he doesn’t even know why. So I tell him that my bike is pretty much locked up for good unless I can cut the lock off… and he says, “so how do we know this is your bike? I need proof. I’m not here to help you steal a bike.” What an asshole. Only a dumbass would go to a cop to get help to steal a bike. I said, “well, I have the broken end of the key right here with the lock name on it and the other ½ is stuck in the lock. Is that enough proof for you?” He says “ I can easily get a broken key from home.” Okay this cop is quite the asshole. He says there’s absolutely nothing that he can do and says “I don’t know what to tell you? Sorry I can’t help.” and turns around and leaves. So I’m like sweet looks like I’m going to have to steal my own bike because no one in this whole fucking university can help me. I called my roommate, cheetos, to tell him my crazy situation and ask him to bring home some tools from his work because he is a mechanical engineer. He said, “Yah, no problem. I will bring home a hacksaw and we will bust out your bike when I get off work.” So later we went up there and sawed off the lock. It was unbelievably easy… its kind of scary how easy someone can steal a bike. So then we went to walmart and I bought another lock… a different brand of course. This one has a lifetime warranty like the last… I wonder if that means 3 month lifetime rather than 2.

That was pretty much the interesting thing that happened to me today… oh yah and I got my costume at the thrift store with Tom, Andrew, and Grant. I’m going to be a golfer. It’s a pretty classy costume if I say so myself. I got these sick plaid knicker(?) pants, a pink polo, an 8 iron golf club, and this grody whitish sweater with a golfer on it. Haha, this should be a pretty swanky Halloween.

The lyrical title for the post is from aqualung… really really awesome chill stuff. If you like keane or coldplay… listen to aqualung!