Categorization

There are three categories you can put all of the things you need to do at any given moment into:

C-LEVEL ITEMS:
- I want to go on a bike ride today. The sun is shining, and it's just beautiful outside.
- I want to find more Regina Spektor clips and videos on YouTube.
- I want to find a good sushi restaurant in Provo. And by this I mean I want to actually go out to each Japanese restaurant and taste their sushi to see if it is the best. Wouldn't that be a good way to spend an afternoon...and blow a hundred bucks?
- I want to eat something. As is usual.
- I want to check out the "Suburbia" exhibit at BYU's art museum. It looks hilarious.

B-LEVEL ITEMS:
- I need to go grocery shopping some time. I just finished off all of the last of my "emergency" frozen meals in my freezer, so I suppose I'll be going to Macey's soon.
- I need to visit Taylor's Bike Shop and have my bike tuned up.
- I need to talk to certain people about certain peoples' birthdays.
- I need to eat food.


A-LEVEL ITEMS:
- I need to study some more Hebrew and memorize the vocab for today's two chapters
- I need to eat some food. Now. I'm starving my face off.
- I need to get this nasty taste out of my mouth. The drinking fountains in the JKB have disgusting water. So strange.
- I need a hair cut.

You know it's bad when you put the fact that you need a hair cut in your "A-LEVEL ITEMS" category.

And you KNOW it's bad when you are actually contemplating going to get a hair cut before you go get something to eat. What is the world coming to?

Oh! The Irony

Today I got a new bike.

[How sick are those front-wheel shocks???]

When I bought it, I had my friend come with me for a second opinion.


When we were leaving, I had to drive my car home from the bike shop. Because she's cool, my friend said she would ride the bike home for me.


When we were back at my apartment, I was checking out the tires of the bike, and I noticed that there was a HUGE thorn in the front one.


When I pulled it out....

[caught on camera]

...my front tire was completely deflated within a matter of minutes.


OH! THE IRONY