Makes me kind of nervous to say so.

It was such a nice day that I couldn't help but ride my bike around. I put Beck on and cruised around campus with my sunglasses. It's starting to feel like summer. Sunny days, smiling faces, flip-flops, and pale skin. It's okay. A few hours in the sun will solve that. I want to go on an adventure somewhere. Dogs and bicycles and friends and music. Not too much longer.

John told me about joining the cycling club on campus. I was immediately excited. Ever since I found out about the Texas 4000 team riding to Alaska I've been wanting to get more into biking. Maybe even get a road bike? That's a big leap, though. A bicycle is another instrument. It's a big obligation. Got to ride it around. I don't know if I'm ready for that kind of commitment. I'll stick with my mountain bike for now. I'm going to go riding this weekend. I'm too excited. I want to have at least one solid crash. Or ride off into the creek. That's probably a bad idea, but it'd be fun.

Michael and I are going to Zilker park tomorrow for lunch. Inside, I know I really shouldn't but under that I really, really want to. I haven't gone swimming in a long time. I just want to relax a little. Then it's back to grinding. Schoolwork. I can't believe I ever wanted to grow up.

I'm afraid of rushing things. Things tend to get messed up when you rush them, and I tend to rush things. Deep breath.

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No, Holmes, no!

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