the shaking of heads

So after a few requests (not that my life is that interesting..slightly pathetic..but generally average) and for another source to channel my procrastinating energies towards, I have decided to create a blog.

So lets begin with my thrilling easter weekend that left the UVM campus a modern day ghost town

After realizing that a good portion of my brain was being taken up by knowing all the lyrics to Wannabe from the Spice Girls I decide to gather my horsy things and borrow my suitemates bike ( which is far to big for me) and ride down to see my new campadre "sparky" (adorable i know). So as I casually bike down East Ave. I think my cell phone is ringing because I decided it would be a intelligent idea to make the ringtone sound like birds. Well being the genius that I am I reach for my cell phone at the exact moment that I hit a bump in the sidewalk and do a swandive/belly flop into the pavement only to realize that I cant tell the difference between my cell phone ring and actual birds.

So after I pull myself to my feet ( which are much more reliable than my biking skills) I burst into a state of panic that I wrecked my suitemates bike and verbally terrify the attractive witness who stopped to help.

Finishing my 1,023,257th socially awkward moment of the year I come to find my suitemates bike is still in once piece and carefully(keyword) make my way to the barn hoping for an enjoyable ride to make up for this unecessary tragedy.

I eventually make it to the barn only to discover that the owner of Sparky decided to give him a bath the first day I come down to ride her horse. So after I explain why I look like I fell out of a car wreck and that I was fully aware that I was bleeding I come to the conclusion that almost all ( there are a few wonderful exceptions) horse professionals that are slightly crazy and I pray to god I wont fall into the world of the mentally deranged. Crazy lady basically asks me to train her 5 year old horse who shes barely broke and explains that her "angel" can be a "slight" handful
(not concerning)
So after nearly killing myself so I can have this lady watch me ride her horse because I thought it was the responsible thing to do she decides she doesnt want him ridden that day because she had given him a bath.

PERFECT

sidenote: I unfortnately miss riding the bike in the unexpected hail storm that to the horrors of college boys across the universe knocked out the satellite television.
(if only i could have ridden back in the hail in rain to finish the day right..no such luck)