My name is Brian. It's a decent name, I like it. I also really like Star Wars, Stargate, LEGO, Supernatural, Halo, biking and making mediocre artwork. Sometimes I feel good, sometimes I feel bad, but I'm always in the mood to answer questions or just chat (provided I'm not asleep). I'm an Eagle Scout and a freshman at George Mason University.
Part of a bicycle safety campaign by Metro in Los Angeles. Separated bike lanes and bike signals are important, but I don’t discount the positive effect of more signage and awareness. I’d love to see more of these everywhere!
'Every lanes a bike lane.'
Don’t we wish!
As a cyclist I approve of this, but at the same time I don’t approve of cyclists endangering themselves and others by riding in full traffic lanes far below the speed limit.
Basically share the road, but please also be aware of speed limits, traffic laws, and your own limitations and coordination.
Gonna start a photo project entitled: “things I found while biking”
Off to a good start with a pair of (unbroken) cheap sunglasses, the (waterlogged/broken?) processor and display for a digital bike odometer, and a (half-buried/unbroken?) bike axel.
Just waiting for the weekend. I can’t do school. I could before, but now I can’t. I need a bike ride or a long cuddle or something like that.
Went out on a bike ride.
Don’t know if I want to come back.
Or not at all.
Depends on how I feel much later.
Recently I came had an epiphany as to why I hate music. It isn’t because it’s bad, or even because I don’t like it; in fact, it’s not even about the music.
It’s the act of hating.
I am an accepting and (until a recent depression streak) have been an easy-going person most of my life. This means I have a fucking huge amount of pent-up hatred and general rage ready to blow the head off of anyone who disagrees with my musical hatred.
I cope with this hatred by hating whatever music happens to be annoying. Also by swearing like a fuck while biking alone.
Hopefully no one has been too offended by my transgressions against music (sorry, Robin).
One month is not a huge amount of time, by any means. But one month isn’t short, either. It’s a decent amount of time to judge someone’s character; to get to know someone; to start something special. For me, this last month has been a crazy roller-coaster of positive emotions.
One month ago, my now girlfriend agreed to go on a bike ride with me.
Now I wish I’d done that at least a month sooner.
We’ve been taking it pretty slow, since we’ve both been hurt before, but now we know we can make this work.