rolled up jeans and leather straps.

first day of school.

first day of school.

first day of school.

woke up early.

got dressed and prepped.

actually sat down and ate a bowl cup of cereal.

{cereal and ice cream are just better when served in cups. it's the handle}.

unlocked penelope and headed to campus.

made it to class with minutes to spare.

persuasive writing.

since when are boys the majority in an english class?

got out early after answering three questions.

rode to the communications building.

chatted with mama on the cellular.

ran into scary sister number 2 in the hallway.

nearly shat a panda.

media and world religions.

everyone is either an advertising major or from california.

discussions instead of exams make the 10-15 page group paper worth it. 

class numero dos got out early.

first day of school = conquered by 10:00 am.

wicka whhhhat?!

ice cream cones make me ponder.

yesterday beth and i went on a bike ride

and officially licensed our wheels.
we took a detour on the way back home
and stopped by macey's for ice cream.
the chocolate wasn't working,
so i opted for vanilla instead of my usual twist.
as i enjoyed my cone i thought of what kelli said a few weeks ago.
she's 100% right,
ice cream is a happiness machine.

i was also grateful for the invention of the cone.
because of it, i was able to finish my half-eaten soft-serve
while cruising back to my apartment.
so let's give a shout out and a huge thank you
to my homie ernest hamwi

for being quick on his feet in 1904
so i could finish my cone and ride my bike in 2011.

back to my tale of frozen goodness.
the portions are incredible.
a small will last you a twenty minute conversation
and a three minute bike ride
or half a grocery shopping trip.
and for fifty cents flat,
that much soft-serve is too good to pass up.

even though i always order a small,
i have promised myself
before i leave this town,
i will buy and take on the kong cone.
partly to be able to tell my children i did,
mostly to see how many days it will take to eat.
some of you might laugh and say,
"but brissa, it's just an ice cream cone,
it shouldn't take you days to eat."

so, to all you doubters/haters/naysayers
i challenge you to a kong contest.
you buy one.
i'll buy one.
the spectators will gather
and as i take my sweet time enjoying my mountain of ice cream
 you will prove me wrong
and finish your cone in one sitting.

oh, and before i forget,
this is what it looks like.

filled from the cup to the cone

{nervous man not included}.

cruising down center

last week, i rode penelope to the bike shop

for some free handlebar tightening. 

instead of pedaling back to the initiative, 

{i call my complex 'the dharma initiative' because of how eerily similar they are}

i decided to go for a ride downtown.

it was magical.

the sun was shining,

the streets were bustling

and bright eyes was the soundtrack.

i felt like i was on the set of a fifties movie.

i rode to the library and picked up some books.

i am slowly falling in love with jack kerouac. 

as i read on the road and it makes me yearn for adventure.

i want to visit the unknown and meet strangers

who enter my life for a brief moment

and change it forever. 

the morning after

i don't understand.

yesterday was perfect.

the sunshine.

the bike ride.

the light breeze.

i thought things were great.

i can see now that i was wrong. 

i really wish you would have told me.

maybe dropped a hint or two.

then i could have done something.

i could have stopped you from leaving.

but you didn't.

you were selfish and decided to venture out into the world.

my heart broke this morning

when i realized you were gone.

how could you do this to me?

how could you do this to penelope?

she's just a child.

i think she cried this morning when i was forced to take her back inside.

you know how much she relies on you to get around.

luckily you're replaceable and i hadn't grown too attached.

i'm going to follow in sexy johnny's footsteps

and do it much faster than you ever could have imagined.

like today.

right after class.

i'm going to march right into smith's,

walk straight to isle 7

and pick out a brand new lock.

one that won't leave me mid-bike ride without warning.

jerk.

yellow shorts and hipster hair.

while riding my cruiser to work this morning 

i noticed a figure of a {hipster} man in the distance.

welcome to the dialogue in my brain.

 top of the sidewalk:

uhhh...is that..? is that who i think it is...?

oh whhhy did i ever touch face with that him?

middle of the sidewalk:

oh geez, if this is him, this could be really awkward...for him.

i wonder if he hates me for never texting back...

oh, now i hope it's him.

let the "i'm going to make you feel so awkward" games begin!

end of sidewalk:

too short. not him.

awkward olympics cancelled.

fml.

i wear my flats during rainstorms.

{please sing the title to the tune of i wear my sunglasses at night}

it's one of my favorite things to do. 

i love...

feeling the little drops prick my skin while i skip around puddles.

 hearing raindrops bounce off my umbrella.

the reflection of streetlights on the wet pavement.

i love rain.

last night's storm made me excited for summer rainstorms

and cruisin around on penelope barefoot and in shorts. 

mmm.

give me two wheels and i can fly.

on friday i rode my bike to school.

mmm.

it was amazing and made me more than excited for sunny days.

ilovesummermorethanwordscanexpress.

rollin wit da homiez

i've got these friends.

we live together.

in a house we named le tigre.

we're kinda cool.

today we went on a bicycle/scooter ride.

then i drove an {actual/motorized} scooter.

oooooooh.mmmmiiiiiii.goooooosh.

imma get a scoot-scoot as soon as i can.

and this is our band shot. 

reer.

i love sunday bike rides.

viva le bike gang. 

ai ai aiiiiii!

penelope

reasons yesterday was glorious:

i went on a little drive.

a little drive to murray.

it was there that i paid for, picked up, and met...

penelope.

isn't she beautiful?!

we're going to have so many wonderful adventures this summer.

i can't wait.

reasons yesterday wasn't glorious:

it rained so i couldn't go for a ride.