Bryan, please.

Being awesome and helping dudes sup SQRLs is what I do. I don't know about Charlie, but I pull mad chicks brah. Heed my words, and be schooled in all manner of suppage until you are drowning in SQRLs. You may want to start carrying pepper spray with you in case you get too many.

Check these off as you go:

Sw8 fixay.

Rad hair.

Shower on the reg.

Be yourself and don't give a ****.

Confidence without arrogance.

Forget asking for her number. Find out if there's ice cream near the place you guys get off the bus. If there is, ask her out for ice cream. Pay for it. If it goes well, she will probably give you her number. Ice cream is the glue that holds people together. Believe in the power of frozen dairy products, Jay. Believe.

Make sure you ask her if she's lactose intolerant first.

Today is my second to last day of finals. Tomorrow I'm going home! I'll be going through Seattle if anyone wants to meet up and grab a bag of Dicks.

Mmmmmmmm Dicks!

I'm done with finals tomorrow, too. Gonna ride all afternoon!

Yes

This is an epic post.

I have a sw8 fixay (that I can't even ride), pretty rad hair, and I shower on the reg. It's funny because most of the time my attitude is very "zero ****s were given". Add sqrl and everything goes out the window.

It's been effing cold lately, not sure if the ice cream will work?

And convince her that you're a "feminist" as you're trying to sup your way into her pants. That should get her.

I think jimmy was using "ice cream" metaphorically.

I hated the white stripe on mine too. I made some strips of black vinyl that I covered my white strips with, took 20 minutes with an exacto. I have some left over, send me your address and I'll mail them out to you if you want.

In the middle of a two day sleepless final exam run. It's like 70 degrees outside, and I am getting off work to ride my goddamn bike. It will help me stop being a jackass. For a couple hours.

I had a full-on anxiety attack yesterday (on the way back from seeing my therapist, no less). This has been such a bad semester.

D'oh.

That would be awesome. I'll shoot you a PM. Could you replicate the original "722" stickers that you used to have?

Two back to back finals at 10am and I have to study a **** ton, so I have to pull another all nighter or I'll sleep through my alarms. It's going to be 72 hour run minus two when I passed out sitting up. I ****ing hate everything right now. Running on coffee and flour tortillas. I should HTFU and stop *****ing, I know.


I want to get at least 20mi in but there's a high chance of rain later on. I really need wet gear.

Whoa, you need to sleep some. I don't see not sleeping doing more good than not.

Yeah, no problem. Just send me a PM with everything you'd like and we can go from there.

Adderall. Can't sleep. Don't want to.

The last time I went over a 48 hours, I was comatose for a day. This is what I get for not being a good student this semester.

Recovered my friend's stolen 29'er today. My third theft recovery. I am pretty much the Batman of getting bikes back.

old enuf to drink beer?! HARD TO TELL WITH U KIDS111

n0es :(

Haha. I was still getting carded in my mid 30s.

I am and I have a fair tolerance. teim 2 dreenk. 7 weeks to go

beer is good food

makes a good meal

got my first D today and had no idea why.


so I emailed my professor and asked what the deal was. Apparently the syllabus clearly states that I’m allowed to miss 3 days all semester, any missed classes after a third one drop me an entire letter grade PER absence (is this even legal?).

So I had a B and 5 absences over the span of 4ish months. I now have a D on my transcript as a result. I didn’t know any professors actually followed through with that garbage. I feel like I'm 13, not 27.

Didn't know people still took attendance in college.

what class are we talking about here?

I've only had two professors who ever did that. I still don't understand why.

And one of those two also did the miss-and-drop-a-letter-grade, except it was a night class, and we were only allowed one absence. Hardest thing to do, ever, was make a three hour class on wednesday nights.