Spent my day riding alone.
Ben is nursing a broken leg.
Roy is ill.
I don't know why but my crank keeps fucking falling off.
It's not like I'm a heck of a rider.
Well.
Maybe I am.
Still, those things are supposed to last.
They're MADE to last.

But what the fuck.
I still rode =)
I can bunny now, which is a good thing.
But I still can't catch enough air ( Like half a feet air).
It's okay, I'll have the whole of tomorrow to practice.
Next up, I wanna nail my footjams whips.
Can't seem to kick it around in time.
Either that or I miss completely.
And my fakies.
Hopeless.
Hopeless.
Hopeless.
Just like myself.

We're gonna do our SAS project tomorrow.
No doubt it'll be boring as hell.
But fuck it.
We'll get it done anyways.

Is it just me or has the weather gone mad.
I'm sitting in my room and it's like an oven in here.
Even with the fans on.
I'm like sweating and I think my room's gonna flood.
Damn.
I have no intentions of drowning in my own sweat.

Fuck I think I should gym tomorrow morning before SAS project.
I need to put on some weight.

Okay I better stop here.
I have no idea why but I just feel like typing non-stop.
Sentences after sentences.
Paragraphs after paragraphs.
Oh fuck I'm going crazy.

Okay.
I really should get going now.
Bye.