kinda funny, kinda sad, kinda stupid. alright here we go.
so i wake up at about 6:30 am to my alarm evicting me from my beautiful dreams. well, it was time to go to rowing again, so after spending 20 minutes to find my pants(seriously) i was on my way down the road on my shiny bike.
well it was early and i wasnt awake yet, so biking down the paved path that leads to the club, a small squirrel leaps infront of my front tire. shocked but prepared i leaped into action, swerving my front tire nearly clipping the poor fuzzy creatures tail.
well while i was recovering from this near disasterous situation, another life changing moment appears before my eyes.
As i straighten my wheel and get back into my focas i see a larger, darker, fuzzier animal in the corner of my eye. it was the canadian favourite, the beaver. it bolted infront of me, and paused. i did not have time to react. it was too much all at once. the only thing i could do was watch in horror as the wheel bumped over the poor creature. i chringed as i heard the moan of its little beaver voice. and then i felt the back wheel bump over it. With little hope, i glance behind me to see the extent of the damage. but to my dismay, the beaver was up and at it again wandering back into the marche, to live again in the wild!
it was a horrable expeirience, and it all happened on Canadas birthday. I nearly killed canadas favourit animal Canadas birthday.
thoughts? questions? concerns? hate? love?
ps, i worked like a 9 hour shift today, im really fuckin tired, so im sorry i sound like a cheesy novel.