I went to my mate's house today - the first day of the school holidays. Ee sat around playing COD4 on his PS3 for a while, then set some stuff on fire, and then went for a bike ride around the street in front of his house. Being the first time I rode a bike in what must be 2 years now, I was a bit unsure at first. I had to get used to riding a bike again and also his was different to my old one.

Only a couple of minutes into our bike ride we decided to race down to the end of the street which has an L shape turn in it. I was just behind him when we got to the turn he then turned, but for some reason it didn't register within my brain to turn as well. So I was heading straight for the curb at high speed, I didn't have enough time or distance to turn properly so I had to brake, keeping in mind I had about a second to do so and go through all this:

I first went to back-pedal, which on my old biike, meant brake. Then I realised, this bike doesn't do that

I went to press down the right (front) brake, realising as I had learnt earlier that this only touches on the front tire and is for a very slow stop.

And just as I had started to push down on the left brake for the back tires I hit the curb. I didn't go over the bars but more on my left side and flew through the air. I landed on my left arm on the concrete in someones driveway right next to the NATURE STRIP GRASS!! It would have been nice if I landed on the grass!

A man, a lady and a young girl who just happened to be in there driveway behind the gate saw it and seemed a little shocked. The man said "Are you okay?" I was laughing and said "yeah I'm fine" and I got up. I wasn't feeling any pain until a short time later in my arm.

My shoulder is fine, and my wrist and elbow but it's just the muscle in my forearm. It's really quite sore. No outer bruising, doesn't hurt when I press on it hard though, it's just the constant soreness or when I bend it at certain angles.

Bit of a long story there, and I know nothing major happened, but it was a great stack and I wish it was filmed. Also makes you wonder about how fast the brain works in these sorts of desperate times.

After the school feast day (which was kind of meh) today, mates and I went to see Inglourious Basterds. Very typical obvious Tarantino traits in it, really great film, almost as good as Rexervoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction. However, my enjoyment of the first half of the film was somewhat lowered by a group of young annoying pricks in the row behind us, probably in year 10, the year below us.

They would not shut up and not stop screwing around and I was quite ready to get up and tell them to 'Shut the f*** up or get the f*** out.' But freek said not to worry. While I didn't understand this at the time I realised later, about half way through the film, when they got a little rowdy he told them to 'shut the f*** up'. Thank god the left soon after, little jerks.

Really kick**** film though, filled with the many seemingly pointless little conversations that are regular in Quentin Tarantino films.

I never thought I would actually make it to this level. Seeing other people with it I always thought that it was years away, but here it is... YAY!