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I pedalled faster and faster, trying not to stop, and let myself lose the race that would be the pinnacle of my life. Fighting all of my physical limitations, breaking the barriers in my mind that kept pain apart of my being, I raced on. Sweat flow had stopped thirty miles ago, which left me with a salt in-crested face. I know that I needed water, but my team is far behind. I am now alone on the treacherously steep climb in the Alps. Bicycling fans don’t venture this high in altitude because of the thin air and isolation from the rest of the world. This road was paved over twenty years ago, but it looks hardly used. There are very few cracks in the road, and the pavement is still a dark black. Right now I am running on nothing but my drive to win the tour. All that is left in my body is determination. The uphills seem to be endless in this race. My legs are at the point of failure. My thoughts are becoming mixed and are moving faster as though they are trying to escape my head for fear of dying along with the rest of my body. They want to live, but they are on the path too, to death. I cant see the road for a moment and then I notice my eyes were closed shut. I had drifted to the side of the road, and quickly corrected myself, positioning myself as close to the inside of the road as possible. But I cant stay there. My front tire keeps on drifting all over the road as I drift in and out of consciousness. My mind isn’t even telling my legs to keep pedalling, but they continue to do so, although I want them to stop and rest for the upcoming climb. I drive through the hill, putting my last bit of effort, and strain into the last hill of the race. The road is passing by me like the way birds used to fly by my windowsill as a kid. My memories keep me going at this point. Everything that is happy, and cheerful, I try and remember. What is left of my torn mind is next to nothing, but I still manage to bring memories to my mind that make me happy, and will allow me to finish this race. A tire swing in the front yard. Climbing onto it. Rocking back and forth feeling the soft autumn breeze and the leaves falling off the trees. My first bike from Harries Classic Road Bikes on Pine Berry RD, and Main-street. It is all there. Then, I open my eyes. The finish line was twenty feet back. I had done what was thought impossible for me to accomplish. I get swept off of my bike by the oncoming crowd. My victory would be remembered forever.

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Remember to wake me up if I fall asleep.

I’ll be back in five minutes, so quit your worrying.

I wonder whats inside of here.

I need confirmation on which wire to cut, the blue one or the green one.

This is going to be so much fun.

I’ll have the big mac please. Yes I would like it super-sized.

Don’t forget to pull me out if the rope stops.

This four pound Mexican burrito is going to taste amazing!

Man, I should get a medal for what I am about to do.

My conscience tells me not to, but where has my conscience got me in life. No wife and four kids. Kalabungaaaaaa!

I hope this wont hurt.

I really shouldn’t be here, I think I’ll just leave.

Honey, why are you looking at me like that.

Yeah that’s right, you keep on walking.

Of course I can swim well, what do you take me for, an old man.

Fine, I’ll do it.

Let me show you how this should be done.

Remember to catch me if I fall.

Is that you Freddy and Jason? I haven’t seen you guys in ages. Jason remember when I pushed you in the lake at camp? Funny stuff back then.

Of course I checked. I’m not that stupid.

I wonder if I should do this or not. Its not like its that dangerous.

He’ll never do it, trust me.

I hope they weren’t serious when they said I shouldn’t do this.

Do I have any serious heart conditions that you should know about you ask? Of course not.

Yes I have done this before.

Helmets are for chickens.

Go ahead and shoot, I dare you.

I have already taken care of it. So can we please go?

Yes I remembered to feed the mutant tarantula crocodiles.

Are you sure about this? Because it looks a little unsturdy.

Yes I am posotive those cables will hold us.

You idiot!

I hope he isn’t going to remember what I did to him in college. Its been almost thirty years, he would have to have forgetten by now.

This tiger has pretty bad breath.

Maybe he’s nice. Bears are more afraid of us than we are of them.

I dont know, that hallway looks kind of dark.

My instincts tell me to go this way.

Is that a light up ahead? It seems to be getting bigger.

Is that foam coming out of your dog’s mouth?

You have to try, here I’ll do it first.

It was an accident, you have to understand. Listen I know a place where you can get it fixe-

This ride hasn’t been checked for ten years. Are you sure it’s safe?

I have always wondered what the inside of a gun barrel looks like. I should take a look.

Your going to thank me for this someday.

The last Twinkie. It’s mine!

I was only kidding man. Cant you take a joke?

I wish my parents could see what i’m doing right now. Theye’d be so proud of me.

Why did I have to get the shortest stick this time?

Deep end huh? Doesn’t look that deep. Hey, stop trying to push me in.

This guy is kind of sensitive, I don’t think we should mess with his new car.

Are you seriously telling me that if I eat this, it will make me grow more hair?

I wonder why my water was clear two seconds ago, and now it is a dingy bubbling green. Its probably just nothing.

Ron, this bugee cord better not break or its your membership to spicy fajitas Mexican grill thats gonna be falling three hundred feet into the lake.

I want to look just like Freddy from all those scarry movies.

I can totally hold my breath for five minutes while chaned to the bottom of the pool by handcuffs.

I’m trusting you to have my back if anything goes wrong.

Uh Oh!

I’ll fly, you’ll see.

If you so much as touch me with that knife, you are going to be kicked out of this household!

I hate the world. Goodbye forever!

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At one point in my life I tried to plan out what I was going to do for the rest of my life, and how I would manage doing it. I once believed in a carefully planned approach to everything. Before I did something I went over how I was going to do it. OK, when I go to the movies, I’m going to get my ticket, purchase my popcorn and bottle of Auafina water, then walk directly to the movie and take my seat. Right before the movie ends, I will call my dad to tell him to pick me up, so he has time to get there and I wont be sitting in the cold for too long. Then I will go home and do my homework. All I did was plan. There was nothing that came up unexpectedly that I did not foresee happening. The reason why I did all of this was because I am not at all a genius. I cannot walk into a classroom, take a test that I didn’t know about, and pass it. I absolutely hate CSAP because of the fact that you cant study for it. The only way I achieve what I do is by hard work. That is it. I can guaranty that I take twice as long working on my math homework, and reading my social studies text as my friends in GT. Something tells me in my mind that I cant just blow by this to get it done. I must take time so I can understand it, and master the theory. But since I worked so hard to understand all of this, and plan my life out, I was completely blinded as to why I am living. “I want to become an accountant when I grow up”, I said to myself. This way I wouldn’t have to worry about being low on money, and I would able to be rich. I spoke with such foolishness and ignorance in those days. I only have one life. Thats it. No second chances at living. NO EXCEPTIONS. Why the heck would I even think about wasting my life as an accountant? Why would I even think about wasting my time going over numbers, tax policies, and documents? What drove me to believe that I should become an accountant? I know that that decision was made by the fear of what the real world is like on people who aren’t fortunate financially. I have seen my parents discussing bills, and budgeting Christmas presents and groceries. I didn’t want to be in that situation where I had to budget myself carefully so I could pay my rent. Now I see that life is too short to waste it on accounting. It is way too short to have your focus on money. I want a life. Not a fake life that I would have if I followed my fruitless quest for the most boring and the most well payed job I could find. If all I did was spend time like some people waiting for an opportunity to get out of their stupid jobs, then I would be a nobody. But to find a profession that I would love to go to every day, and I could make a difference in; then I would become a person. Men go to their extremes just to make money. They lie, steal, gamble, cheat, and all they get out of their troubles is money. What drives us as humans to those ridicules extremes that eat away our youth? Is it the search for happiness? Because I can tell you that being rich will not replenish your empty canteen of joy, and love. Man has a lot to work on if he thinks that money leads to a better life. If your main goal is to retain as much of that stupid green stuff in your bank account as possible, then you will have to make sacrifices to get there. What if those include blowing off your friends to go to an unimportant meeting that was going to get you a couple grand? Would friends be worth losing if financial matters were to come about? I can say that I want to be happy. I dont want the common goal of man to become mine. I cannot foresee my life, and what happens to me us up to fate. All I can see is that I will not be persuaded into the temptations that take the form of money. Life is what you make it.

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Dont worry, all of these are completely fictional and have never happened to me before. Well, at least they haven’t happened yet.

Don’t be a total slob! This is absolutely absurd. The amount of filth that has accumulated is beyond means of cleaning. It’s the little things that have added to this monstrosity of a mess. I mean, if you actually took the time to put your clothes into your drawers than that would help to eliminate the ant colonies forming in your room. Although the ants appreciate you so generously giving them homes, you will get rid of them! I am not joking. If you dont take care of your room, you will be sleeping on the trampoline outside!

So are your grades doing well? I answer yes. You little scramp! You think you can lie to me like that without getting away with it. Three of your teachers called last night and they iformed me that you are FLUNKING! F-L-U-N-K-I-N-G! FLUNKING! If you dont pull your grades up to at least a B, you are out of this house! I wont take it. I really wont. You will be out on the streets and be dying of starvation if you dont start shaping up!

Andrew, you might have not realized, but you are comign home later and later every night. Are you ok? I answer yes. You dirty rotten lier! I bet you were with that runt of an excuse for a girlfriend you have. If I see her at all in this household then I will personally take care of the problem. And you dont want to push me to the edge! I will lock you in your room and feed you nothing but vegetable broth for the next three months if you see her again, and I will find out if your sneeking behind my back. Your life will be nothing but rot. Stink and rot.

Andrew, could you come down here and help me with washing the dishes please? NO!?! Why you ungrateful little squaw. Dont expect me to ever cook for you again in this life if you dont come down here in the next thirty seconds! Stop ignoring me. Do you really want to wake up tommorow in the neighbors yard bound and gagged?

Goodness, look at all of these magazines laying on the floor in Andrew’s room. What is thi- SPORTS ILLUSTRATED… SWIMSUIT!! He is done for! Once he gets home from shcool he not going to see the light of day for four months! This is the third time I have seen a magazine of this nature in our household. The first two I simply suspected to be my husbands, but now I really know who this belongs to, and they are going DOWN!!.

So Andrew, would there be any reason for a police officer to break down our front door today and search the house for stolen merchandise from Radion Shack? And would there be any reason for maybe, say a police officer having to detain me and question me for felony? I mean if something like that were to happen, would you have any incite as to why? I answer no. YOU LIE!!!

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