If all doors close... find a window

      it happened again.. a continuation of my personal series of unfortunate events. it all started this morning with an exploding egg in the microwave. it was definitely not an ideal way to start my morning off. then it comes to THE most embarrassing moment of my life and i am not exaggerating. the following event is a true story.
      me and phoebe were cruising to biology lab on our bikes, she was sipping her diet coke fountain drink, and i was soaking in the good weather. we reach the part of campus that is usually packed with pedestrians and difficult to squeeze through. but we were victorious and crossed the sea of people. seconds later, as we continue down our path, phoebe mentions how close are bikes were together... and in that second her bike starts going down and it's bringing her with it. and then somehow it starts bringing mine down with it too. phoebe was lucky enough to get her feet underneath her and salvage herself and her precious diet coke. me on the other hand was not so lucky.
      i fly over my bike and somehow end up on the other side of phoebe, under my bike, under hers, and with phoebe hovering over me checking on my well being. there is mud all over my face along with scrapes on my hands and shin, and bruises in several different areas. i'm laughing hysterically this whole time because, heck, that's freaking hilarious! i finally sit up to see a sea of my fellow peers laughing, pointing, and mocking. i couldn't blame them, i would too if i were them. can i just emphasize for a second that this was in no way a graceful, discrete fall. it was a brutal, humiliating, attention getting, wreck!!
      me and phoebe finally stood to our feet and picked up our bikes. my bike somehow remained in good health... unfortunately hers will need some work, but she did save herself and her fountain drink so at least she had that. with phoebe unable to ride her bike the rest of the way, we tied our bikes up to the nearest pole and ditched those darn things. are amazing roommates, haley and kelley, came and picked us up from class and piled our bikes in the back of haley's truck.
      i think the best idea for me now is to lock myself in my room in hopes to prevent anymore unfortunate or humiliating events from occurring. i'll take as many crossed fingers i can get:)

the scene of the crime

one of the many

phoebe and her broken bike

that dang diet coke

the darned bikes!