Sunday Late Nite

Seven Random Things:

1. I really, really like "Into The West" on TNT. Like, wow. I mean, the acting is pretty stale (except for Jethro, he was awesome), but it's so...gripping! And lots of BAM you knew that was going to happen (like, the indians being wiped out and all), and yet you're still surprised.

2. I am completely and utterly incapable to stick to my marathon training regimen. I'm gonna create my own. My shin bones are about to crack through the skin, and it hurts like all hell.

3. The new DFW terminal was actually kind of nice. 99 ticket counters and 30something gates. It looks like O'Hare probably looked before it went to shit. Although, the idea that a fucking airplane terminal can bring tourism to Dallas is laughable, but not sad. What's sad is that the Taxpayers, are ohsosmallgovernment republicans, paid for virtually all of it.

4. While at the airport, I was handed this nifty little guide from Our Friends at British Airways:


5. And it was illustrated!


6. Being strapped for cash, I must also extend the offer I extend every summer: Who needs their lawn mowed? Marcos is your man!

7. Shit. I can't think of a Seven. Uh...damn. Goal for the week: See someone I haven't seen in a while.

Terrorism is the new abortion

WARNING. Naughty language, offensive & awkward metaphors, ridiculously partisan ideas and conspiracy theories ahead.

For over thirty years, the Republican party as sucked the abortion tit like a starving child that hasn't had a boob in its mouth in days. Over and over again, they have railed and ranted and raved about the evils of Baby Killing and the idea that women somehow have a right to privacy about their bodies. Of course, this was all meaningless: abortion was just another "cultural" issue to get Ignorant People to the polls, so the Republicans could do the things they actually cared about: shift the tax burden to the poor, make big business less accountable for its actions, destroy the environment (in order to hasten the Second Coming of Christ), and the ultimate goal: tear down the New Deal and Great Society legacies of FDR and LBJ. Abortion, like gay marriage and "small government" were issues that they only feigned solutions for whenever the base got agitated, proposing legislation that wouldn't possibly be passed. However, the days of the republican party suckling on this teat are coming to an end. The unexpected happened: the Ignorant People actually have power now, and are they now have a chance to actually abolish abortion!

Now, as a Practicing Roman Catholic, I too am disturbed by abortion. However, I don't think a workable solution is possible, seeing as that the situations and circumstances of every woman's pregnancy are varied. The idea of a 30something woman aborting her child as vanity is disgusting to me; the idea of a thirteen year old girl who probably can't survive childbirth aborting hers because her father raped her is understandable. However, we rarely make distinctions with other kinds of private acts: a person has as much a right to sit on a street corner, burn the American flag and scream as how aliens from venus are going to attack as much as a person whom wants to discuss the superiority of government spending in a bad economy with a friend at Starbucks. The point is, we shouldn't ban it all just because some circumstances are despicable.

With the probable resignation of two or more Supreme Court justices before the end of Bush's term, abortion, for better or worse, is probably going to come to an end. Thus, what do the Republicans have now in order to work up the base?

TERRAISM!

Yes, terrorism. It's a fact that the US and UK governments just made shit up in order to start the war in Iraq. Why? Well, there is always the idea that Bush is just Batshit Crazy, but I refuse to believe that. He's stupid, but he's stupid like a fox. The base needs to be riled up. And what better way to do that then with Fear?

You think I'm crazy? What was once a repressive, secular dictatorship is now a extremist training ground! I mean, these people don't expect us to leave anytime soon, so I think it's safe to say that saying that the idea that the insurgency is in its "last throes" (previous link) is utter bullshit. Hmm, an endless war against a scary enemy? All the potency of abortion, less death, AND the rich contractors get fucking richer! Hey guys, it's win-win-win situation! Why put the fear of God into people when you can just make them fear?

my back is always sore from crouching in the chair

I was so excited today because I was finnaly going to be home when the Simpsons came on. Then I forgot to watch, because I am a loser. For shame.

I wrote a long entry about terrorism and abortion. I'll get around to posting it soon.

Dinner with Jason tonight. Should be interesting.

Someone should go to the Consipracy Museum right across from the Dealy Plaza one of these days.

it is absolutely imperative that I wake up early tomorrow

As my dearest readers can see, that will be a most difficult task to accomplish, considering the time right now.

In my livejournal, one of the things that I absolutely hated to do was to post and then update soon, such as a few hours, after. I felt that this distracted from the earlier post, and the new one usually had no pertinent information... thus making less people pay attention to the first. However, considering that I have in the vicinity of, oh, two readers (chris and grant), perhaps it would not be difficult for me to ask of them to scroll through and see what they've missed.

I've had a lot on my mind, unknowing on how to handle situations right now. One of the weirdest, although natural, problems that I have started to face this summer is that I'm creating problems for myself. Like, dreaming up situations, and then trying to solve them. They're not even problems. For example, let's take this issue of phone calls to people.

not problem
Me: Hi, it's Marcos. Let's hang out this weekend.
Whoever: Hey. Sounds good.
or
*Beep, voicemail*
Me: Hey, it's Marcos. Let's hang out this weekend. Call me back.

problem marcos creates
Me: [oh fuck, it's ringing. what if i get the voicemail? should i just say call me back or say how are you are lay out some plans or what goddamn i need some fucking woman advice wait who should i ask? brittany or soumy or kate or erin or]

To make the whole thing even more fucked up, I still haven't made the phone call in question, and I probably won't until I get ahold of one of those girls listed. I'm a loser baby.

You get the idea. And that's only part of it. I wait till the last minute for deadlines, I make contingency situations on what I should do if I wreck the car, I plan out how I'm going to get out of the next family trip, I lay out routes for runs that probably won't happen for another month... it goes on and on. It's not even drama that I'm creating. It's more like schizophrenia if anything.

And this whole nocturnal shit isn't exactly helping either. This is why I like to run. It's the only time that I can get away from my problems and meditate.

That and when I'm in my Microeconomics class and I play a game with myself, "See How Long I Can Consciously Force Myself To Not Pay Attention Without Realizing It", also known as "Daydreaming without the dreaming" or "Class Meditation Exercise #1". I think my record is a solid 20 minutes.

notes

I'm all suited up, ready to go running, and yet I have a very bad foreboding feeling about it. So I'm just gonna stay in tonight. I swear I'll attempt to do it tomorrow morning. Really. I will.

The past couple of days have been interesting for me.
Friday night, I took a test in each of my economics classes. Macro, which I don't have a book in, I received a 93. Micro, which I do have a book in, I received a 79, thus proving my hypothesis that my Micro teacher has absolutely no idea what she is talking about.

More interesting than that, I got a call from Mahmood after class, who invited me to go to a restaurant/club with him and his ladyfriend and his ladyfriend's friends. I accepted, quickly dressed up, (forgot to brush my teeth) and ended up at a Salvadorian restaurant in Addison dancing the night away with a champion debater girl who's going to be at Harvard in the fall. I'm a pimp.

Saturday saw me get a (very good) haircut that preserves my curls while making the hair less...insane. I proceed to eat large amounts of food and went off with Chris to a movie party in Denton. Chris' friends were pretty cool, and they seemed to like my witticisms and making fun of Mel Gibson. And I finally got to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind, which I figured out about 5 minutes into it, but no matter, it was still entertaining.

Sunday was boring, boring, boring, boring, RUN 8.3 MILES IN FIFTY EIGHT MINUTES, stay high on endorphins, bask in athletic awesomeness, sleep.

Monday I found myself back into the boring ritual of sleep, eat, class, sleep. Running had to be taken off seeing as the large amounts of soreness all over. I seriously need to start running mornings like I did in Chicago.

now time for something completely different
THINGS THAT ANNOY ME

-People that shout at me when I'm running. I don't even understand it. I'm running. You're in a car. How am I annoying you? If the image of a person running along the street, harming no one, is offensive to you, then you probably ought to be shot.
-Stupid teenage girls who date loser older guys (Sorry dear, he may be twentysomething but he's still the assistant manager at the dollar theater. That makes him an unambitious loser, not some kind of "Wise", "Mature" guy who knows the ways of the world. The fact that he's twenty four and works at a dead end job shows that he's been running away from the world, not learning and experiencing it)
-When people teach classes in subjects that is not their expertise...I mean, you don't have history teachers teach math, why the hell would you have a healthcare expert teach fucking economics?

a quick observation

So I'm watching VH1, and this band Keane comes on. It's like someone took the shittiest elements of U2 and Coldplay, and put them together. And the lead singer looks like a child molester.

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.

waste and related topics

As I walked into the kitchen to pick up my cellphone (which, I have lost in the past 4 minutes since finding it) I noticed that the trashcan was full, again. Now, it's not a particularly large trashcan, but the fact that we emptied it last night makes me feel embarrassed. I mean, everything in there was trash. But how do we create so much? How is it that my family, who (at least i like to think) is pretty frugal, can create no less than 15 pounds of waste in such a week's time? It's insane. I think I'm going to start cataloging the trash, because I'm curious and crazy.

However, this reminded me of some other things that have been recently on my mind. Waste in general kind of permeates everything in my life, and imagine many other people's lives, also. Like, Waste of Time. I spend entirely too much time just... surfing the internet, reading Wikipedia (which, reminds me of the time in about 3rd grade when a kid made fun of my use of big words and accused me of reading the dictionary, to which i retorted, "no, i read the encyclopedia"), political blogs and other such nonsense. Instead, I tried to resolve this by reading or writing whenever I had a free moment. Naturally, I fuck this one up, since I never return to the writing and the only place I like to read is at Starbucks or the like, which involves me Wasting Money and Wasting Gas. Thus the reason I'm a bad friend and am not out visiting Erin's Starbucks right now- that requires too much gas.

Thus, I sit at home, nice and secure, declining two invitations out and end up writing a post about Wasting Opportunities in exchange for fleeting comfort.

Can't escape waste even if you try.

ANYWAY

Movie party, my house, tomorrow, 5pm- till when people leave.
The Hebrew Hammer- The Battle of Algiers- The Boondock Saints- whatever else people want to watch.