Just give me my f***ing inch. Then watch me run the mile.
Little to no sleep. Thirty pages of a report written in 6 hours, mainly by me because I don't trust half my group, and the other quarter decided to have a hissy fit and not show up. We're nice though, he printed/binded and handed it in for us, so his name stayed on the report. Anyways. Arrive at home at 4am. Sleep until 9am. I go home for the night and didn't see my mom at all. Studied from about 10am until 1pm. Midterm at 3pm. Walked my ass and my unicycle to Vistek, including one attempt at riding which resulted in a semi-successful curb-drop, then having Phil steal my unicycle to show off during the travelling to Lucky Devil. Tyler's in town! I forgot that “Going to Jill's shop” meant visiting Jill. So no movie for her. Anyways, I can hop, even with a backpack on my shoulders. I tried jumping off a curb but that didn't go so good. I want to try jumping onto a curb because that sounds safer. Scaffolding is my friend. I don't have “days” where I can achieve the impossible, I only have “moments” and once that moment's passed, that's probably going to be it for the night. Phil tried to trade seats but that didn't work, so instead he jacked mine up higher by probably an inch or two. AMAZING difference. ONE INCH. Once I got used to the fact I was up higher, I was freemounting and riding at least 10 feet every time, with longest distances being probably around 30. “Mommy”-Jill cooked up a mean pasta dish (from nothing!) that had no trace of dead animal, that I still really enjoyed. And watching Law & Order didn't work, it became Friends, then That 70's Show, and finally Wife Swap where we did nothing but laugh at the loud-mouthed little fat kid who refuses to dress himself and ate nothing but chicken nuggets while watching TV and playing video games. Then I walked home. And had homeless people ask me to ride my unicycle and keep my change in my pants. Anyways, I'm going to go update my REAL site now.
