She's just not that into you

a pep talk to myself, written on sunday night

The phone calls left unreturned, the rescheduling, the fleeting IMs of which she seemed to get offline just to stop talking to you and make it less awkward for everyone involved... combined with your inability to shut the fuck up when you hang out with her and her goal oriented, no guys persona... Well man, you've seen this with her before and yet you come back to try (and fail) again. Oh well man, fuck it. It's time to cut your losses and focus on the dumb community college girls you're bound to meet in the coming weeks- you know the ones, the skanky ones who never wanted to date but told you to come back to them "when you're rich", like Monica R. told you too many times. Pull a Mike, man! Show your lithe body and your mad running skillz! Flaunt your intelligence and set off their "He's a guy I could marry!" alarm in their heads and use 'em for what they're worth. Hell man, you're 19 fucking years old, graduating from college in three years, you'll have your JD god willing by the time you turn 24, and maybe even your MA by then too. You ain't no Ubermensch- but you're better than a lot of the other fish in the fucking sea. Get used to it man, and use the talents you got. You ain't gonna win 'em all, hell, you'll probably lose most- but it'll all be worth it, man.


If you need a clearer fucking picture than that, my whopping 2 readers out there, then...well, ya'll shouldn't even be reading this. Anyway, having four hours of Economics during Prime Sleeping Time is terrible. There are people in my first class who can't be older than 15. My second class isn't as bad, but...whateva. I'd rather not think about it, let alone write about it.

There are also no hot girls in either of my classes. This makes me sad. In fact, they're pretty depressing (shit, here I am writing about it) in the sense that none seem interesting/available, but Donna is in first class, and having someone I know (however vaguely) does help a bit.

Marcos needs lovin'. Heh. Or something.

Marathon training is coming terrible. Last night my calves felt so tight that I thought they were going to expose the bone. Alas, they fell better now, but if you touch them the right way, I scream bloody murder. Damn shin splints.
Times for past few days:
Wednesday: 3 miles/ 31 minutes
Thursday: 3 miles/ 26 minutes
Friday: 3 miles/ 26 minutes
Saturday: 3 miles/ 43 minutes (just don't ask...stupid heat and dehydration)
Sunday: 2.5 miles/ 22 minutes
Monday: 2.75 miles/ 22 minutes
Tuesday: 2.5 miles/ 21 minutes

Rest today, sprints on Thursday, 4 miles on Friday, sprints on Saturday, 5 miles on Sunday.