Poles, Poop, and Protostomes

So, I have an entomology test tomorrow. I should be studying for it because I unfortunately found out on the first day of class when I got the syllabus that insect diversity only makes up about 3 weeks of 12. Crap. If I didn't already know it, I would not have minded learning it making it easy. Insect embryonic development? The hormones and substances that go into it? I don't really care all that much...so, here I am.

It has been an eventful first coupla weeks of school. I managed to trash the dirt cheap the second day I was here. Long story short I hit a pole the school put in the middle of my favorite sidewalk over the summer. A group of people were standing in front of it and as I got close to them they parted in the middle to reveal a pole. I think I smacked the thing going like 10, but I managed to somehow break the entire derailluer hanger off and crack the frame where it attaches. Bad ass. What an expensive, low speed accident. My back still hurts. It is the worst how you are barely hurt when you eat it going 30 round a corner and your bike is somehow fine, but at 10 mph your bike gets trashed. It doesn't seem like it should work like that. Im borrowing a friends bike for a while. One Terry Martin, probably the sweetest professor you will ever meet in your life, is letting me roll an old Trek OCLV Trek 5200 with some 9 speed shimano on it. Its old, but, better than no bike. Its actually a pretty decent ride, I like it a lot, it just looks kind of ghetto...but I'm still crushin the souls of the weak and making the hearts of women quail, hearts of men quail, hearts of my opponents quail, andhearts of quail quail, when I ride by. This is what is important by my standards, and the Jan would concur.

I also had a very dude like situation where the University literally peed on my rug. Just like how one Jeffery Lebowski, The Dude, wanted his rug back after some china man peed on his rug...DJ Sunshine wanted his rug back after Notre Dame micturated upon my rug. Was ND going to give it to the DJ? No, not without some bitching and moaning.

I'll continute the chronicle of the carpet pissers later, but, I must now retire for the evening so that I can own my bug test in the morning. On a training and actual biking related note, things have been going well...aside from crashing into a pole I spose...but you know me, I loooove the pole