On A Brighter Note...

Here's a fun image for you all: me, looking ridiculous riding my unattractive bike with my sweatpants French-cuffed and my hood up over my helmet, singing the theme song to "Clarissa Explains it All" rather loudly. Including the talking bits. Imagine the looks I got when some people I rode by happened to catch the "na na nana, waaay cooool."

Also, as I was leaving the library in the same biking getup, except with the hood down, a threesome of teenage boys stared at me rather blatantly as they walked by; I stared back, unfazed. The middle boy said to the other boys, looking back at me, "What kind of person needs to wear a helmet to walk down the street?" In my head, I got on my bike (parked just across the street) and ran them down with it. In reality, I laughed at how stupid teenage boys are, and rode on home, pleased that passers-by today all thought I was crazy.