Death and taxes and is that a fixie?

I'm tired. But I can't just go to bed. I do this thing where I have to ration and plan out how and when I'm going to sleep, because it doesn't work as easily as "yawn! Oh, sleepytime!" And I don't have insomnia, either. I've known people with insomnia, and they're kind of dicks about it. "I couldn't sleep so I cried all night." "I couldn't sleep so I cut myself a bunch." "I couldn't sleep so I decided to text you one million fucking times asking how you were, what you were doing, and why you weren't answering." Yes, I stay up until way too late. No, it doesn't help to get ten texts in my ribcage because you can't sleep, either. So I'm tired but I still have probably two hours before I'll actually be able to turn in for the night.

I hate not being able to sleep. It's like the worst feeling ever, just lying there, knowing you're tired (or in my case, knowing I'm not tired) and not being able to do anything else. It's too late to get up and do anything worthwhile. Then, there I lie just spending time after time thinking about what I'm going to wear or some other scheme. It's like procrastinating on the easiest thing imaginable.

Today I had to wake up earlier than usual because of my great-grandma's funeral. (made me realize I want to have an awesome funeral, want to be cremated, and hate obituaries) It's probably a good thing, since in three days I have to wake up at six o' clock in the morning, and that's about six hours earlier than noon. Noon is when I wake up. And, oh yeah, I do happen to go to bed at three. Hmm. Three hours of sleep + chemistry first thing in the morning... AN A-PLUS PLAN!

I would be lying if I said I wanted to go back with absolutely no qualms. There's all the catty bitches, and I decided I was going to try and ace the year, and also there's the bike I'm taking off my grandpa's hands, on which I'm going to ride home.

It just so happens that my group of adolescophisticates (e.g. myself, Emily, and Stahulak) have tangoed with this other group of teenagers dubbed The Fixie Gang because they all ride fixed gear bikes, and are super serial about their fixed gear bikes. The ironic thing, though, is that my group also rely on bike transportation. We all ride road bikes as well. The argument isn't even about gears vs. gear. Come to think of it, I don't know what the argument is about. But Stahulak and a bunch of other boys I know all will go on for decades about how fixed gear bikes are ill-suited for riding in Salt Lake City. I wouldn't be able to ride a fixed gear because I'm lazy about biking. Even more lazy about learning how to be good at biking.

And since I don't know where gears on a bike actually are, I can't tell if this bike of my grandpa's is a fixie or not. Either way, I'm going to take it home and clean it up. I'll show it some love, since it's the color of a convertible. I'll give it a name because it has character. I'll probably ride it around the neighborhood once or twice, to get a feel for it. And then if somebody insults me for riding a fixed gear (or a non-fixed gear) I'll spit in their eye, tell them my bike is sensitive, and then proceed on my way home.