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Today I bought a bicycle and thewhiteprophet wanted me to make a post about it. I have been having elaborate fantasies about buying a bicycle for a couple weeks now even though I and anyone who knows me already know that I will ride it two or three times and then never touch it again. I used to ride my bike all the time when I was twelve but, you know, I was twelve. I had important twelve year old business to do at my friend's place and down the park. Now I have the choice to stay home where it is warm reading fic or ride a bicycle, I'm probably going to choose the fic. Sad but true.

Anyway I was really bored so I nagged Sam into coming to see a movie. We wanted to see Zodiac but we were late and it was sold out so we had to see Shrek 3. It was better than I thought but I thought it was going to be terrible, so take that as you will. I was really excited about Justin Timberlake being in it because I now associate him with Kame.

After the movie we realised it was only five o'clock so I dragged Sam to Big W to buy my bicycle with me. I refused to pay more than $100 for a bike I will never use so I had to get one in a box that you partially assemble at home. We had to carry it to the corner where my mother picked us up. "I'm going to tell everybody you made me carry a bicycle," Sam kept saying angrily. She had forgotten to take off the soft felt Shrek ears she bought at the cinema so I didn't find it particularly intimidating.



"FROM NOW ON IT WILL BE KNOWN AS BLADE," Sam said when I took it out of the box. It is purple and silver and says BLADE in ugly bubble letters. I bought a purple helmet too. We discussed getting replacement handlebar grips with streamers but I decided they wouldn't fit. I still really want them.

I enjoy putting things together but I also enjoy complaining about the fact that my father is not here to do it for me because he is working overseas and it is "men's work". Probably if he were here I would make him let me put it all together and then I'd screw it up and he'd have to fix it for me. That would be good though, at least I'd know it was safe. When I took it out of the box Sam stared at it sceptically and said, "That is never going to be put together." She has no faith in me.

"My dad built this whole apartment," I replied. "Do you think he hasn't taught me anything?"

I was completely full of shit though, I have not inherited any of my father's skills. Either has my brother, especially. He had soft, artistic children. Poor dad.

When we were on Skype to my dad he called out to Sam to say, "Has Jessie told you that she was 18 before she learned to ride a bike?" and after that Sam kept harrassing me about it all night. "I WAS EIGHT," I kept screaming. "I WAS ONLY EIGHT." She and my dad are never allowed to be in the same room, they will make my life a living hell. She and my mother already egg each other on and my mother is nowhere near as annoying as my father. He tells everyone about this time I threw a tantrum in Verona and threw myself down on the footpath and this kindly lady stopped to ask me if I was okay and looked at my parents as if they had beaten me. I had a broken toe and Dad was storming around lost and wouldn't stop and ask for directions and we were going to miss our train, I was desperate. I was eighteen. There is something about doing things with my parents that turns me into this complete basketcase brat, I only ever act like that around them, I think because I get frustrated that they won't just let me be in control of everything.

I am trying to remember funny things about the bike but I've got nothing. Maybe check for updates when I've actually ridden it; posts about how I ran the bike into a tree/the river/oncoming traffic, etc.