ZOMG I RODE A BIKE.

Today my Dad made me go on a 30km bike ride.

But wait, before you say "WOAH child abuse much?!", it wasn't actually that bad. I didn't fall off the bike, hit someone while on the bike or get stung by a bee. Although, I did get something in my eye which resulted in a few seconds of haphazardous "riding" while I clawed at my eyeball. Considering I haven't been on a bike since last year sometime (when I was young and carefree) , I think I deserve a medal. But sadly the only consolation I received was a free poweraide at the end of my leisurely one hour ride. And my brother was taking the whole thing extremely seriously, in fact if I overtook him, he would immediately start riding like his life depended on it. And in one moment of sympathy, I stopped so he could have a drink of my water which was repaid by him speeding off as soon as he a drained my bottle , leaving me standing in the emergency stopping lane looking like an idiot who couldn't finished the race.

The world is a sad, sad place.

Between a rock and a hard place

Deviating from the usual rant about society today and various other things that annoy me, I'm going to talk about the movie I saw yesterday, "127 Hours". The plot was -spastic ADHD man goes trekking, a rock falls on his arm, spends five days hallucinating and peeing into a camel pack before deciding to hack off his trapped arm with a swiss army knife. And the best thing was - it was based on a true story. Only, I'm sure in real life the man did not talk with a Hollywood script, have philosophical hallucinations and constant epiphanies about life while summoning the energy to pleasure himself while on the verge of death by dehydration.

Oh well, it was better then sitting through 2hrs of watching Natalie Portman have casual sex with Ashton Kutcher.