believing.

Here I am again, believe you guys. I shouldn't expect much anymore. I hate how the one thing I ask for is the one thing you don't want to give me: a bike. That's all I'm asking for in college. I didn't ask for your car, Mom. I didn't ask Ma to give us her car just so you can give me yours. I didn't want a car in college because I already knew that it would cost too much. I mean, $250 a semester for a parking permit? You've gotta be kidding me! Besides, I get free busing. Therefore, if I had a bike, I could just bike downtown if I needed something. Honestly, this sucks. I mean, I don't wanna sound like a brat, but I just really wanted a bike. It'll help me make sure I exercise throughout the school year. (Besides going to The Well every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to exercise.) I don't know. You guys told me you'd be willing to buy it for me. Then this morning, you take it back when I ask if we can go bike shopping today. Siiiiigh, oh well. I shouldn't complain, I guess.