Troy Weatherford/The Oklahoma Daily

Sometimes, things come crumbling down. For me, it hasn’t been anything major, but I have had some frustrations that are making my life harder.

Foremost, I’m out of money. I’m becoming very creative with ramen noodles. My alcohol supply is dangerously low. My primary form of transportation, my scooter, is in the shop. Since I don’t have any money, I’ll have to borrow from my parents to get it out.

In the meantime, I’ve been riding my bicycle. But yesterday I had a blowout. So I am left with no form of transportation. Which is the explanation for why, as I write this, I’m walking from my house to my bank.

I need to fix my bicycle. Good thing there’s a coupon for “buy one get one free bicycle tube,” in the Campus Special coupon book. As well as some VERY good Coach’s coupons. Once I have money, I see beer and pool in my future.

And I’m hearing thunder. Funny, when I embarked from my house the sky seemed clear. Now it’s turned a deep gray. I was regretting wearing sandals on my walk, but they’re beginning to seem more and more fitting.

As I approach the bank (it’s in my sight!), the raindrops begin to fall. They feel nice, but they do cause me a pang of dread for the walk ahead of me.

I spend the next 10 minutes confusing the bank teller and myself. It should be much easier to transfer money between accounts.

I exit and the rain is coming down hard. My journal is getting drenched and my writing is littered with gaps where the ink won’t stick to the wet paper. I curse every car that goes by.

Ahhh… the glamorous life of the OU Daily reporter. I doubt Helen Thomas ever put up with this. What I wouldn’t do for an umbrella.

But I don’t want this to sound like I’m complaining. I truly believe that I brought this upon myself.

Just yesterday I made a statement to my friend Will that I didn’t need to slow down for curbs, because my bike is so good at taking them. Sure enough, my very next trip I pop my tire on a curb. If I’d wanted this walk to be bright and sunny, I wouldn’t have begun my writing with the sentence, “Sometimes, things come crumbling down.”

So, I’m sorry, dear reader, for putting you through my pain. I’m sure you have plenty of your own to deal with and don’t need my whining to distract you.

If you came to my blog for information concerning the city of Norman, you may have been disappointed. I seem to have spent the whole time talking about my personal problems. Tough noogies. Maybe next week I’ll tackle the city council meeting.

Troy Weatherford is a journalism senior and Norman beat reporter.