I Could Name This Something Crazy, Just to Get Hits

I just want to tell you guys how much I love my bike. It may be ghetto because I bought it for $5. The brakes might sound like I actually ran someone over when I try to use them. I might be so short that my backpack scrapes the back tire when I ride. But I still love it.

Living farther away from the center of campus I thought was going to be a big hassle. "Oh, how ever will I make it if it takes me 10 minutes to walk to class!?" I thought (what now all you huge-schoolers, 10 minutes for all the way across campus!). I mean, that’s a long way for Guilford. I live way over in a house near Friendly Ave, I work at the library each morning (6 minute walk, 3 minute bike ride) and I have a class way over in Bauman twice a week (10 minute walk, 5 minute ride).

It is so cool living right off Friendly. Across the street is a small shopping center. There is also a deli and a bookstore across the street. At night we can just run straight across the road to the stores, who needs crosswalks anyway? Its not as hard (especially with my bike) to get to the classes on campus, or to go to the gym, or whatever. And I get to live in a house, with no RA. (Don't worry, he's right next door, I saw him last night when I got out of the car after a particularly good dance session with my normal roomie, Erica. He was standing on the porch of the other house laughing at us and probably telling whoever he was talking to on his cell phone.) Basically it just means that we don't have to make sure we are being quite by a certain time or anything, its not like the whole house is just going crazy...

But anyway, I find riding my bike around Guilford's beautiful campus quite peaceful and relaxing, until I have to push on the brakes, that is. It really is nice riding my bike. I have never had a bike for the purpose of actually going somewhere, I had one as a kid but I just rode it around the driveway. I have a feeling this bike likes me much better than the one that just went up and back on the driveway. It likes me so much, it even screams "no" when I try to stop.


Just a side note that I thought was pretty interesting. Writing this post (or naming it as I did) could have been the best thing I have done for this blog in a long time. I went to took at my statcounter account for this blog the other day and I saw that I have received 16 hits from yahoo.com (Google doesn't believe blogs important enough for their regular search, even though this is their blogging company). Searches that have led to this blog (and mostly to that post) included:
girl go wild (7)
girl gone wild (4)
girl wild partying (3)
hair striping (1, and yes it is spelled wrong)
girl on wild (1)

Haha, search engines are amazing things. Maybe I should start naming all my posts something like “xxx,” “hot girls,” or “Jessica Simpson.”