Runners High

I'm thinking I want to run a half marathon in the fall. I can start training now and be in really good shape in October. I'm not as worried about being in physical shape as much though.

What concerns me this time is my life schedule for the fall. I'm taking a chemistry and biology class, their corresponding labs (fingers crossed I don't have to dissect anything. god, fingers crossed!) an English class (wonder if Library Guy was serious about having lots of papers...) and I'm going to try to test into calculus for the fall. So, busy smarty-pants sciencey things that I know I need to focus on and study. Plus I'm still going to work part time. Oh and there's the whole I hope to still be dating Library Guy too. So that's a lot going on.

Part of me says, yes, bring it on. I've done the school-work-train all at once thing before (though spring semester wasn't super hard, and there weren't any men around either). And I'm much more prudent with my time when I have to allot it to several things at once.

The other part of me says I am just crazy.

But I think I'm going to do it. As my girlfriends pointed out, what the worse that can happen? If I can't deal with the training, I don't run the race and I'm out a few bucks.

Oh my god. I'm a runner.

Though seriously, what is this runner's high thing? Whatever it is, I don't think I've yet to experience it.

Hmm (insert inquisitive face here)

So I like library guy. A lot. F*ck. This highly complicates my self imposed don't rush into anything in order to protect myself bubble.

Now I'm not falling for him. Yet. But there's a high possibility that I could/will (as long as I want to keep kissing him, and I don't see that stopping anytime soon). I'm aware of my inability to stop falling once I start (somehow I don't fully understand (care) physics though). So I'm part scared want to run away, and part jump in head first w/out checking to see if there's water in the pool. Um, how come I can't just let things fall into place? (because I am not patient, and I'm happier when it's my way dammit, that's why)

Well, I'll keep myself in check regardless. I have other things to focus on besides a fledgling relationship. But I still worry: what if he doesn't like me? I know he's attracted to me, which is clearly not a bad thing. But liking me, that's a different story. All I can be is my spazy self and hope he does. If he doesn't, then I toss him in the fools I've dated pile. And if he does, then that gets a yay(!) and I remind myself of my self imposed bubble.

Drama

Last night I met a friend/former coworker for a drink. We used to bartend together, so we have similar stories and opinions, and we kow exaclty what it's like to work in the service indusrty. Well, anyway, we went to the restaurant where her roommate works, and my friend gave me a little back story on the people. Basically, there's a lot of dipping in the company inkpot. Quell surprise, no one's super cool with the sharing (not to mention almost everyone is someone's sloppy second).

And I started thinking back about to my bartending days, and will honestly say: I do not miss it. There's a ridiculous amount of drama going on behind the scenes. Way too much for my general tolerance (and it's low). Even if no one's sleeping with a co-worker (which, bullsh*t, there's always some sort of inter-restaurant couple), there's still cliques, cliques w/in those cliques, backbiting, and insipid inside jokes. And have you ever noticed that once you work for one restaurant, you can't hang out with any different restaurant personnel?

Sometimes, it's almost like being in high school again. And is there anything more EPIC than high school drama? No.

Told you!

"I told you so" have got to be the 4 most satisfying words to say, but the 4 most annoying to receive. Boy do I want to say them though. The ex emailed me on Monday. I was mostly just surprised because of the timing. Seriously dude, we're really not together anymore, you pick right after our non wedding to email? Whatever, timing was never his forte.

Well anyway, he said "between me and you" (so of course I tell everyone) things with the band are not going super well. At least not well enough to justify him putting them over me (in my mind that's how it worked out).

I feel a tiny bit sorry for him, because this band is his dream (for the moment), and it's not working for him the way he wanted it too. But then the bitter/bitchy/snarky side overrules and thinks: HA!! Told you!

And that fact that I got the dog is just the cherry on top

The Wheels on the Bus

One of the few places I do not care to be chatty: the bus. That includes the stops too. I'll answer a question about the time, and I will tell you my guesstimate of when the bus will arrive. But I don't want to know your name, I don't want to tell you mine, and I don't want to give you my life story, nor do I care to hear about your life and the lessons you've learned. Because I don't care.

Yesterday at the bus stop a guy started chatting with me. He may have been trying to flirt with me, but I don't know. I wasn't particularly interested in talking, but I kept my end of the conversation up for the ride. Anyway, in the conversation, he said he was a philosophy grad student. Which to me implied he could never make up his mind.

Today, same bus stop, but different person there. This woman was honest to god bat sh*t crazy. She was talking/having a conversation with at least 3 different people. And she was the only one at the bus stop. I sat down on the bench before I realized what was going on with her, so I couldn't get up and just stand away from her, because I did not want her to to start talking to me. I turned my Ipod up and kept my fingers crossed she wouldn't notice me. Fortunately (for me), she got on the bus before mine, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief .

But I'm scared of what tomorrow brings. Maybe the guy who mooned the entire bus? That was definitely a "my eyes! my eyes! moment."

Idiot Girl

So I'm thinking about entering an essay contest about being an idiot girl. And I thought, well, I have a decent amount of blogs, so I could use one of those. Which led to the thought of, hey my gay boyfriends story is ha-lar-ious, that would be a great one to submit. What's more idiot girl than knowingly dating a gay guy who refused to come out? The essay cannot be over 450 words, and I know Proof That I Am Funny (my 2nd blog, I'm not linking to my own site this time. Frankly because I'm not in the mood) is a bit long. But I can trim some stuff and I'm sure it'll work.

Out of curiosity (and to get a starting point too), I copied and pasted to a word document and found out the word count: 1,292. Oops, little bigger than I thought there (that's what she said!). Hmm, trimming might not be the best option, seeing as I would crop more than half the story. And then, what's the point if I'm loosing most of it?

So now I need a different idea/essay. So, if you have a favorite blog or a damming story on me, feel free to share. But you don't have to get too damming. After all, it's my blog and I can edit if I want to. You would edit too if it happend to you.