| Thursday, April 14, 2005 |
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I woke up this morning, stretched, yawned, then snuggled back under my covers for a couple more minutes of rest content in my knowledge that today was Friday. I had to work a few hours - no problem - then bring on the weekend! Then I woke up a couple minutes later with the depressing realization that today was, in fact, only Thursday. :( Oh well. Tomorrow's Friday. That's cool.
I am going to hear Gorbachev speak tonight. For those of you who do not remember your history lessons: Gorbachev was active in Russian Communist politics his whole life and became president of the Soviet Union for a few years. Always a big wig though, met with President Reagan for the summit talks. Apparently, he also was a Nobel Peace Prize Laureate. Remember him? Come on guys! It's history here! Okay yeah, confession... I just had to google him so I knew who in the world I was going to be listening to tonight! Sounds interesting though. Hopefully it will be good.
I worked out again last night. Yay me. I am soooo sore. Those two guys were there again. [Quick update for those who don't know - I met these two guys on Tuesday at the club where I work out. We talked for a while on the bikes and agreed to look for each other the next night. Cool guys... a lot of fun.] One was leaving right as I got there but I ended up working out with the other one (the red-head, Dave). We did cardio together. I had a shocking realization, I am soooooo out of shape (well, not so much a realization since I already knew it). Talk about embarrassing. The club was the one place I could go and completely not give a rat's fart in space to how I looked and what anyone else thought of me. I was totally fine with just doing my own thing and letting everyone else go the way of the tumbleweeds. I'd go, concentrate on beating ever ounce of frustration, annoyance, and anything bad about the day out of my body then put on my headphones and watch tv or listen to music while doing cardio. It was nice, it worked. Now, enter red-head from stage left. We had a good time though. He's great, we laughed, talked, shot the bull, etc. After cardio (which he kept laughing at me because I was DYING - he was only doing a flat program, my program actually went uphill! Give me a break!), we stretched for a little while then he told me he'd walk me to my car if I'd let him grab his stuff. I agreed, he grabbed his stuff, I grabbed mine, we walked out to my car. We talked for a little longer then he said, "Well hey, I'd like to take you out some time." I wittily replied, "Oh yeah?" (Why can't I ever think of something INTELLIGENT to say? Or, at least, semi-smart?) He laughed at me then said, "Yeah." Then looked his question. So I had to actually give him an answer... "Hmm... I would probably be okay with that." (The last guy to ask me out was a 40 year old creepy guy so hey, not gorgeous, but DEFINITELY an improvement! Plus... you forget... this is right after working out - hard - for an hour and half. My hair is probably not ready for a glamour, my face is a very ungraceful shade of RED, and I'm wearing a big ol' t-shirt, my brother's b-ball shorts, and I believe I have shaved at some point this month. If he can ask me out looking like that, heck yeah, I'll say yes!) So I gave him my number but told him that I wouldn't answer my phone until Saturday. "I'm out of minutes." I explained. He said he'd leave me a couple dirty messages in that case. Then we split ways until the next workout session.
Oh... I also had a dream last night. I am not sure what it was about. I only remember parts of it. I was in a truck with some guy (not sure who) and we "accidentally" (i think the guy did it on purpose) ran over a brand new, white, convertable VW Bug. Though we totally ran over the front of it (it was a BIG truck), it only left a few scratches. Still, I felt HORRIBLE and got out to talk to the guys in the bug. They were the two guys from the gym. They kept saying, "Oh, don't worry about it. It happens all the time." Then we were inside a bank or some building like that trying to steal something. There was another group in there also trying to steal the same thing (not sure what). My group had one girl (me) and the other group had one girl also. So, naturally, the two girls started fighting. I am not sure what started it but she swung first (for some reason that was important to me). I proceeded to kick her ass. Royally. Then I got her in this really weird hold. I crossed my legs then got her neck in between my calves, or something like that, and then squeezed. I guess I was walking on my hands or floating or something because she was still standing up. I held her there for quite a while - she was kicking, punching, and cussing but not getting anywhere - then a security guard showed up. He told me to "let the poor dumb blonde go" and then asked why we were all there. I told him that I was sorry to disturb him and that we were planning to steal whatever. He said he was sorry but he was not able to let me do that. We shook hands and everyone left. |
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