okay, i'm tired of the fucking cold.

normally i do not allow, or at least try not to allow, things out of my control to bother me. especially the weather. it's the weather, it is what it is, can't do anything about it. but last night...ooohhh i really wanted to just stab someone. my dad ended an email with how he wanted to get out of work so he could go ride because "it's like summer here" ... "full sun". meanwhile, i'm layering up for another subfreezing commute.

it really put me in a bad mood.

and now they're predicting rain/snow for sunday's race. fuck this.

i'm back from chicago... it was the awsm, despite my best efforts to fuckeverythingup by: a) almost forgetting to bring my bike shoes. i think i'm just so accustomed to wearing them it didn't cross my mind to pack them and b) forgetting my phone charger

i spent the quality time with chef girlfriend. she makes me all mushy inside with an aura of general sappiness outside.

i raced the final stage of the tour da chicago, the stairmaster. i almost didn't race. almost as lame as forgetting my bike shoes. ended up placing 12th overall and 1st out of town. booyah. my first first place ever in a race. sweet.

i bought a bike. gt pulse. it's hawt. like, sexual intercourse the bike. i got a good deal on it. it's going to be my velodrome only bike. it doesn't have a name yet.

just got back from chicago last night. way behind on the lj. i went back like 80 posts, but i think i reached my limit.

and there's always more interesting things to do than work.

apparently i'm 25 today... quick sidenote, 'apparently' is the word used to start 90% of all stories about how drunk you were and what happened. right, twenty five. a quarter century. for whatever reason i feel this self-induced pressure to reminisce, to wax poetic, to have my own 20/20 style career retrospective.
exchange pleasantries.
barbara fucking walters and her botoxified skin looking so taught it wants to snap and release the tension, "So tell me Chris, how does it feel..?" but she'd say it with that perfect inflection in her voice, emphasis, does it feel.
cut to me, unshaven, looking perplexed, being perplexed.
"It feels like another day. In fact, it feels like yesterday. I'm so sorry to disappoint."

i do not have to go to court tomorrow!

this is good because the weather is supposed to be 9/10ths of the way to completely shitty tomorrow. i can handle the snow and the wind, but you start making it rain/sleet/cold and that just gets me. i may not even go in to school tomorrow. seriously.

took second place in an alleycat this weekend, yay... there's a few pics on my flickr.

rachel is here friday... more yay.

further evidence i'm a dork.

- the cable modem/router situation is fixed, the heat is not
- i was really excited that i successfully set up port forwarding and a static ip connection on my routers and computer so that i could download and seed torrents properly
- not only do i shave my legs for cycling, but i spend over an hour almost every day riding to nowhere on my cycle trainer
- and on top of that... what do i do while riding to nowhere? i watch anime. booyah. <_<

well, i knew that already, but tonight was just further confirmation... short story shorter: i saw someone from my school punch and kick someone else outside the school. mmmmmHhhmm, yeeeeah, great idea kid. i followed him and a friend (who i sit next to in one of my classes actually) towards downtown crossing while i was on the phone with the cops. they arrested his sorry ass. smooth. hope the napoleon complex helps you out more in jail tonight and have fun getting admission to the bar now.

new ink after the cut so i don't mess with your pretty lj page

i'm off to baltimore...

why?

supercult party.

so yeah... wheeee!

let myself down.

well, i'm unfortunate enough to being accustomed to doing that. but whatever... i didn't know i'd feel that way. sad. had everything all under control. time to sort things out again.

i <3 you self, somewhere in there.




i promise.

hey everyone... that's you.

i took a hiatus from life the last few weeks when i went back to cali.
i didn't check my livejournal.
and didn't turn on my phone most of the time.

this means i didn't keep up with some of you or call you when i should have (meredith). or keep up (td, the girl, everyone).

i'm sorry...

but i'm back now. a little more stable...

i need a job... hate that.

decided i'm going to dedicate 14-20 hours a week to training for bike racing and get serious about it. after putting on about 300 miles back in cali i realized i need to do much more than sprinting the six miles to school to be competative.

this will (hopefully) keep me from drinking so much and give me something other than the future to obsess on.

<3's to all
=c

i got called a poser by some group of messengers at tos last night...

uh huh...

let me consult the rulebook on this:

"team gigantic is better than that"

end of story.

dear everyone,

i can't wait to get out of here. and i'm never coming back.

chicago: 12-17
sandiego/solvang: 18-8

chris

don't you hate it when you're just starting a day and you want it to be over? i guess that's what coffee is for.

"and novocaine for all the senses"

dear everyone,

there's pictures from last night's team training up on my flickr. thank you to the lovely erin buck for sharing them...

they say winter is the season of depression and alcoholism. i must just be ahead of schedule... because the team gigantic refugee thanksgiving is going to be awesome. team management (the girl) and i just bought 100 beers for her, alexi, erik and i to consume tonight and tomorrow.

you're jealous, i know.

<3

dear client,

do not schedule a meeting with me and not show up. it's not nice.

kthx,

chris

cnn.com is an endless source of justification for my general dislike of society.

are you sitting down? are you ready for this?

right now you can watch, LIVE... a ship stuck in the mud.

holyfuckingshitomg.

yes, that's right. through the wonders of the internet and our need for distractions from our miserable lives you can now sit in front of your computer and watch the uss intrepid...sitting there. in the mud.

wow. just, wow.

last night i:

1) gave myself one of the top five worst hangovers ever
2) drank vodka and hotsauce
3) wrestled
4) spilt beer on people at my checkpoint
5) stretched my ears a size up (early) because i lost one of my plugs wrestling
6) did lots of other things
7) had a great time

last night i came home with:

1) a knife that's not mine
2) a leather basket thing from starbucks
3) two glowsticks
4) more bruises
5) one less ear plug

i just realized i probably look like shit.

as an objective assessment. seriously.

bruises, scars, cuts everywhere.

chris comes with a label :: "Damaged goods - Some assembly and healing required"