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I for some reason was working as like a teachers assistant in an elementary school in this dream, during the winter. I was driving my dad’s Pathfinder to and from work every day, but somehow I could take it apart like a set of legos and it would fit into my bag. It was winter and snowing. The first day I was late because I was taking my car apart, or putting it back together, I forget.

One of the teachers thought I was a student, and even though the oldest children in this school was 13, and she found me driving my car in the parking lot, was insistant that I was a student, and that because I was late for class my punishment woudl be to squeegie all the teachers cars in the lot and brush all the snow off them. I was staring at the squeegie/brush thing in my hands as my friends (who also worked there or something) came over to ask me why I was getting yelled at by a teacher about being late for class. I said the same thing and questioned why a student at an elementary school would be driving to school. But the teacher never figured that much out.

There was some event going on in the gym so I went to find who I was supposed to work with but couldn’t, so me and my friends all sat near the back to watch the assembly type thing that’s going on. Afterwards I was going to start doing that task of brushing of all the cars but I didn’t because I realized most of them were leaving so I wouldn’t have to do their cars.

Then I tried to put my car back together but realized I had little wheels and I needed to figure out where I put my normal sized wheels to be able to drive home. The whole frame of the car was put together sort of like tent poles, with a bungie cord in the middle of them that snapped into place.

I dreamed I was with Badur, and we were driving somewhere to meet someone. We were coming down this hill, (My car in the dream has the same huge dent in the driverside door as it does in real life) and I was watching out the corner of my eye this girl was panicking in her car, so I rolled down my window and screamed “Are you alright??” She layed into the horn as she started swerving violently in the car, and I realized that her brakes were shot. So I turned my car to the left, so she would hit my front end and hopefully stop with my car infront of hers. It worked. But she left a dent the size of maybe a fist in my front end when she hit.

Then I guess I drove her to her apartment, although I don’t know what happened to her car. We were talking about her claiming her insurance for fixing her car, as well as mine since I helped stop her from rolling into oncoming traffic, and asked for her to bump up the claim against my car so that I could get my door fixed as well. Then she walked off.

Then me and Badur ended up at some bar meeting people. And I told them what happened. And Shannon was like “Well did you take down her information?” And I forgot. But he went to go look at the dent in my car, and was like “I can fix this, hold on” and started pushing around the edge of the dent with his knee, unfortunately it was making things worse, not better, and the car looked like it was made of foil.

To the mystery person who wrote complaining about my previous entry:
Here is an entry all about unicycles!

So my friend Phil is leaving town in like 2 weeks, which I am very sad about. I currently have a 20″ Torker LX Freestyle unicycle named Ted, and a 24″ Bedford Cross-country/Muni (Mountain UNIcycle) hybrid named Danielle. The only good thing about Phil leaving is that I get to babysit Phil’s 19″ 2003 Kris Holm Trials unicycle that I have dubbed as “Kris” (for obvious reasons, although I’m not allowed to call it that around him) which means I’ll have plenty of time to practice trials for the TOque games (TOronto Quentensisal(sp?) Unicycle Exhibition) that happens during the International Bike Show around Februrary. Hopefully it’s going to happen this year, the organizer may be moving to BC in the near future which would put the event into jeopardy.

Also, Phil’s a big believer in giving away things you don’t need. One of the things he no longer needs is the 700C wheelset off his 29″er unicycle. The wheelset was donated to him from extreme unicyclist Ryan Atkins in trade for something, what I can’t remember anymore. But it was a rim that was bent, then straightened (which means its obviously been weakened) and laced. Phil, unfortunately, has also set it up with a flat spot since then, and seeing as how he’s moving to Mexico where there is a shortage of certified and qualified unicycle mechanics, he had a brand spankey new 29″ wheelset built up using the best of the best in materials, including the Kris Holm rim that is the widest 700c rim on the market, that all the downhill bike bois are buying up to put on their front tires so they can go 29″ in the front and 26″ in the back.

So I’m going to have a wheelset. Which means I need the rest of the unicycle. I think I’m going to try to get the deep purple frame that’s powdercoated with a chrome finish underneath, which is SUPER hot. And see if I can get the silver metalic foil Bedford flames for it. A regular seatpost will do me, although I’ll be using a 2 bolt instead of a 3 bolt for the seatpost because gotdamnit a 3bolt is stupidity when adjusting the seat, and seeing as how it has to fit in my car, I’ll have to take the seat off every time, since I ride really high up. I’m probably going to get a Big Apple tyre for it too, they’re nice road tires and it’s not like I go offroading with a 29″ unicycle at any point in time. Probably going to try my hand at the KH fusion gel seat… trying to think of a colour, it doesn’t come in Purple but it does come in Blue. I might get a blue one. Then just standard 5″ cranks and I might steal the metal pedals off the KH Trials so they stick to my feet better.

Phil’s also taking the KH seat off the trials (which is broken, kinda silly) and I’ll probably have to buy another seat to fix that as well, unless Phil leaves an airseat behind that I could ride on, although I’ve never enjoyed riding on airseats. And I’ll need another set of plastic welgo pedals when we finally get a gym.

Hopefully we get a gym for the club this year. Apperently all the organizing parties had forgotten to do it, and are looking now, when they should have been looking like… in June. Therefore everything they’ve asked about has been taken. Bah. We really need a gym in the downtown Toronto area.

Anyways Mr/Ms. Mystery Guest, here is your unicycling post.

I just got my guitar back from the boy. He's the one that actually knows how this strange stringed instrument works. But lord knows how he had this thing tuned because it sounded really weird. But I just tried to re-tune it. I don't know if I did it right either. But at least my E chord sounds like a major chord, and not a jumble of notes that don't make any sense.

Off I go now to try and read sheet music!

Update: I had two people suggest this so I thought I should mention. Yes, I realize that electric tuners exist. But it's somewhat like cheating isn't it? Besides, I don't play a guitar nearly enough to warrent purchasing one.

Update²: The first page of chords I could play easily and sound fine, although I couldn't figure out how it goes with the song. Turn the page and it's suddenly chords that require 7 fingers to play and don't sound right no matter how I cheat my finger pattern. BAH!

I’ve just been reminded that a week from tomrrow, is October. September has flown by and I don’t remember any of it. This is not natural. Normally September has been a time of excitement and joy, meeting new friends and new friendly faces at school, or at least re-introducing myself to old friends after a long vacation away from the educational system. As I went away to university at least the people mostly stayed the same but still changed, the summers grew longer and therefore more change could be made between visits.

Now it’s the same thing every day, and has been for the past 4 months. There’s nothing left to live for here. I have my moments, and I have my days. But there’s nothing unexpected to happen, and I’m just not looking at anything that sparks my interest. All my hopes and dreams involve running away, and forgetting about what work is. I’m scared though. Because running away for a short peroid of time isn’t enough. I’m not after a holiday, where I will quickly return to the same depressive state. I want new, different and exciting.

I’m starting my excitement with the building of a 29″ unicycle. As well as the aquisition of a 20″ trials unicycle. I’m losing my best friend in the process but at least I’ll have parts of his unicycle collection to remember him by.

I want to become an amazing trials cyclist by the time Phil returns.