My Luck with Bikes

I'm starting to think all bikes in the world are out to get me. Nina broke on me, Jack tried to kill me (both of my bikes in Texas) and my current bike Veronica (I just came up with that name now) that I've had since I was about 14 keeps breaking down on me at importune times.

My parents just brought this bike up to Provo over the 4th of July. We had to replace the tube because it had multiple leaks and kept finding new ways to leak on me. Then the front brakes don't work all the time, and sometimes they make an annoying scraping noise.

But today just put me over the edge. Not only has this week been terrible so far, but I was biking to class (already sort of late), the tunnel that I normally take to class was closed, and I bike up this HUGE hill to class. As I was changing gears in an effort not to kill myself for exhaustion, the chain just fell off. FELL OFF.

Luckily Heavenly Father loves me enough to send some nice dude behind me who attempted to put my chain back on. It took him about 10 minutes but it was enough to get me to coast to class. I thanked him profusely. Also, the class I was late to has quizzes at the very beginning of class. Luckily I had only missed two questions by the time I got to class (seven minutes late) and was able to take it quickly.

So, I know that I should be grateful for the tender mercies that followed my bike breaking, but after this week I'm just mad my bike broke. This week has been AWFUL. I'm doing horribly in my classes, I'm extremely sleep deprived, my hormones are going crazy, the rest of my summer is totally booked, all my roommates have boyfriends except me and I'm so SO sick of being the 3rd and 5th wheel, my back is acting up AGAIN and I hate being crippled, and my mother and I are fighting and I'm really not sure why.

I'm not really one to rant. But wow. I've never been this close to wanting to curl up in a ball and stay in my bed all day.