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I've been wanting to make a nice, worthy post for the past couple of days now, but I simply haven't had anything that I felt was worth sharing with the world - or at least as much of it that visits this site. Even though I am now writing something, it's less because I found a product of my own self, and more a product of a few points of interest. Notting Hill was on tv; I enjoyed the last 3/4 of it along with my dad, after showering upon arriving home from work. I then put on a few happy bliss type songs (vanessa carlton - thousand miles is one such that comes to mind) and read aaron's latest post. So I'm now officially in a very content state of mind and would enjoy nothing other than to inform you all of this.

It feels good because for a while I've been pretty moody in my own sort of moody way (generally depressed/frustrated and bored, and that's pretty much it.) I need to start getting out and enjoying the people and places around me more than I do currently... and start doing different things... such as riding my bike (aaron just made it sound so good!). The last time I took it for a ride was at least 3 years ago, and I can't even remember where it would have been. Either just around the neighbourhood or perhaps at a campground my family frequently visited when we were all a bit younger.

I was pretty turned off from using it after helmets became mandatory by law. I have a big head: They don't make stylish helments for people with big heads. Being my law-abiding self, I decided it better to just give up the bike altogether instead of risking fines - and besides, I could still ride helmetless down in WA when camping. But it was just such a good feeling. When I look back on it, I realize how much fun it was to just tour around the community with a friend or two; trekking through the watershed; exploring the creek; gliding through the bog... mmm good times. Such the childhood experience, too.

I don't know why, but I feel too old to get back on it.... like it's some part of my past that I've grown out of and can't go back to? Which makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. I've thought about biking to the campus before. It's about a 20 minute drive through heavy traffic, so it would definately be a work out on the bike, but I'm apprehensive about trying.

Heh, it's funny how I tell myself that once I move out I'll get myself into a running routine of some sort. I want to be one of those people who wake up for the sunrise, and enjoy a calming trot around town before preparing for the events of the day. The reason I don't do this now, is because it just seems too strange for this neighbourhood, and because I don't think there is much left here to discover. I know every corner and culdesac from the many years of dog-walking. I just don't know if it's an excuse I give myself now, and I don't know if I'll just find another when I do end up moving out.

The best thing I can hope for is to find friends to push me along; to pull me out of bed... and then pull me out of bed again and out into the morning dew.

I'm heading off to the interior for a cousin's wedding in a number of days, and will return early next week. No computer for 4 or 5 days... it'll feel so good I'm sure I'll tell myself that I should really limit my time on this thing, as I do whenever returning from a trip where such technology isn't present.

I want to be an olympian, but first I must find a suitable (read: doable) sport.