Well, friends. What a life this is.
One, I cannot believe it is November 5th and we have not yet had one snow storm here in Provo, Utah. *knock on wood* Two--I got Taylor Swift's new album 1989 today and I absolutely love it. Which is definitely saying something because I am NOT (or I guess WAS not) a Taylor Swift fan. But I gotta say, this one has some good stuff. Three--in recent news I broke my permanent retainer tonight whilst flossing irony right (for those who don't know it's a piece of metal that is cemented to the back of my lower teeth to keep them in their perfect-braces-made shape). It looks like I'll have to go get it put back on, but not before I have nightmares of my teeth moving overnight and wasting those 2 1/2 years I spent with a mouth full of metal.
Now onto the nitty gritty. I stole something. But we have to backtrack to last year. School ended last spring and I was headed home for the summer to work. But alas! I had my awesome bike from freshman year, Old Blue (a REALLY old blue bike I got for $20 at DI), that I couldn't take with me! Oh how I hated to part with that old little man... Well, before I left, I decided to leave it at my apartment complex at the time (it was a safe, semi-private residence) securely attached to the hanging bike racks with a trusted bike lock. Surely in little, perfect, BYU town nothing would happen to this frail old guy! Well I danced home to spend my summer working. After the summer I came back to BYU and after moving in to my new apartment, went back to reunite with Old Blue, only to find him missing. I searched all over the complex and couldn't find him anywhere. I realized he was taken from me, gave up, and moved on. Yesterday--two months later--I happened to be walking past my old apartment complex and decided to pop in..just to see. Sure enough, guess who I see!! OLD BLUE! He had moved from where I left him, and he no longer had the bike lock (I wonder why), but it was most definitely my blue. Flabbergasted and torn about what I should do, I called my sister. I told her the situation and asked if I should take him back or if that would make me a thief. After confirming that it was indeed my bike, she urged me to reclaim my friend. Which I promptly did.
Well, I have to clarify: I may sound all heroic and brave saving Blue from those wretched thieves who took him from me, but now for the truth. As I was trying to nonchalantly sneak out, Old Blue was squeaking like a mouse jumping on rusty bed springs and practically yelling to the world that he was leaving. Honestly, I was absolutely terrified that whoever had been using the bike was going to rush out of an apartment and slug me! . Psh. Can you imagine? I mean *clears throat* obviously I would have handled the situation diplomatically and kicked THEN their butt for their bamboozling. But luckily (for them), that did not happen, no slugging or butt kicking occurred, and Old Blue is safe with me and happy as a clam.
