Sunday, July 07, 2002

When it Rains, it Pours

This is about to be a long piss and moan venting session.  That's my warning now...I've got to vent somewhere.

So I had a triathlon this morning.  To make a long story short, my wheel broke even before my wave started, so no triathlon for Shana.  So far that is $70 wasted on triathlons that I didn't do this summer.  (My last one I was stuck up north.)  It's quite obvious that I hate bikes, and bikes hate me.  Let's just say I had a long walk back to my car to think about what I was going to rant about here.

Next item on the list...J.R.  I've always considered him a very close friend.  I'm sure he'd be the first to tell you he is very different from other guys, and very independent.  But I've always had a decent time with him.  He knows more about me than most people do.  Sometimes he says some pretty harsh things without thinking, as he did about a week and a half ago.  I got a bit upset, and told him how I felt.  Instead of taking the time to discuss the problem on the phone, he blocked me from his IM, e-mail, and bashed me on his website.  I know I should just forget about it and not let it get to me, but it has really been eating at  me the past week.  I really don't think I did anything wrong, yet now somebody who I thought I was very close to hates me.  This really sucks, especially since I have to see him the next few weekends for tournaments and stuff.  I wish he would just call me so we can talk things out. 

Then there is the guy situation.  I've been single ever since Mike decided a crotch rocket was more important than a girlfriend several months ago.  So after I got over that heartbreak, I figured the single life could be fun...I would just date and have a good time for a while.  Little did I know, I was way off base.  Nobody was interested.  Not that I've been pursuing it that hard, but I've already been stood up about three times by three different guys.  Normally it wouldn't be that big of a deal...but when you get broken up with, your self confidence really drops.  Then each time you get stood falls even farther.  I did meet one guy that is just wonderful in every way.  Just my luck...he happens to live 1000 miles away. 

To make things even worse, all of my friends are in serious relationships right now.  That means they are spending all of their time with their significant others. Now, I do suppose I deserve this.  When I was with Mike I seemed to think nobody else existed, and neglected my friends quite a bit.  But all of my friends?  Give me a break.  Even the logrolling gang...all of those guys have girlfriends.  They are still fun when they can get away, but it's just not the same.  They all have this hardcore tight leash tied on them.  Nothing against the girlfriends/boyfriends, I just miss the good old days where we could all go out, be crazy, and not have to worry about what time so and so wants them home.  I hate being single.  I hate it I hate it I hate it. 

In this wonderful time of my life where I have NO money, everything in the world seems to be breaking down on me.  After this morning my bike is shot.  The transmission in my Neon is going out, as well as the brakes.  Not to mention the "service engine soon" light that came on during my drive home last night from up north.  Because of my practicum at UW Sports med, I have no time to get a job.  This means that I still have all of my usual expenses, but no income.  That = debt.  I'm really looking forward to the lecture I'm going to get from my dad when he reads this. 

Okay, so that's my griping for a while.  Life has it's ups and downs, we all learn to deal.  I mean, my problems could be much worse.
I have a lot to look forward to this week.  I leave for ESPN's Great Outdoor Games on Thursday.  That should be awesome.  Even if I don't win anything, it is always a great time.  Kitty is trying to cheer me up by rolling all over the floor like a silly drunk...although, that's how she always acts.
I'm going to go run this out of my system and come home smiling.  Bye bye.


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