I have been busy, and my schedule shows no signs of relenting. Saturday nights are becoming my only opportunity to get out, socialize, and have a few drinks since I am starting intense marathon training. Yes, that's right, you read it correctly; I am going to run a marathon in November. I'm joining
Team in Training to raise money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, and reaching my personal goal of running a marathon in the process. Why wait? I'm very excited, and if you are interested in donating, I will soon post my website. I need to raise $2900 to run the Rock and Roll Marathon in San Antonio. I am going to run in the evenings, except on Saturday mornings when we have team runs, and Laura is teaching me to swim with correct form for my cross-training. Amanda and I intend to get up every morning at 5:30, go to the Natatorium, and then get to work by 8 AM. Glad to have a partner!
Secondly, my orientation for the National Writing Project (North Star of Texas) begins on April 26. Arts and Jazz Fest is also that weekend. As well as my Team in Training orientation. Bizz-nass.
As far as my classes are going, we are finishing our poetry unit Friday. I'm glad, I'm kind of sick of poetry right now and I'm ready to move on. The next unit (THE LAST UNIT OF THE YEAR!) will be on memories while we read
The Giver. I have improved upon last year's writing project with this novel, and I'm jittery with anticipation. I can't wait to get started. Digital storytelling: Part II. Hopefully a successful venture.
In other news, it's likely I will never get laid again. Last night, many, many of my favorite ladies and I went out to the newest pool hall to drink and were excited to discover a band playing (and no cover!). Two of the guys were members in a band a mutual friend played in a few years ago. We flirted, danced, did the whole eye-sex bit with them and Laura & I had our respective boys picked out. Well, here comes last call and the end of music, and I am dizzied up with some Michael Jackson-inspired funk and many a Blue Moon under my belt. I go to hit on the bassist, invite him over to the girls' house, and geez... I am dumb. He was headed to "the other side of town," which more than likely means his girlfriend (?). Don't know. More shots, I extend the invitation again with little luck, but Laura manages to convince the guitarist to come over. She shoots-- she scores! I'm just not charismatic, I suppose, and less so after 5 hours of solid drinking and smoking an entire pack of menthols. I can't win. And then I wonder why I'm putting the va-jay-jay ring in again; I probably won't need it again this month.
John has left a hole, a void, I really want to fill. It's just been impossible to do. At least I have plenty to keep my brain occupied and the drinks far from my hand.
Comments (8)
As for not getting laid, sorry, I can't help out there. No advice on that one. Hope it changes for ya though!
Cheers!
I feel ya though, and that's awesome about the marathon. I don't think I've ever been that dedicated to anything before.
@traveler -
I will be sure to post the address! Even a $2 dent would be much appreciated, by myself and the society. Thanks!Just keep drinking and it will lower your standards and you will get laid in no time.
Just kidding.
@TheTheologiansCafe -
You give the BEST advice!Poetry Contest