The Adventures of Geekgirl

Woo to the hooo, bitches. I had a big fat PR in the 5k yesterday. I ran a 27:47. Yay!!!! I think I did everything right for this race. Except contain my pace. Oh well.

I got to bed early Friday night and slept ok. Not great. That stupid bird is busy causing ruckus every night. If I ever figure out where that bird is I’m shooting it. With my imaginary GeekGirl gun. Anyway, I got up feeling pretty good and ready to run.

I got dressed and headed out to Markham Park. Which is way the hell out in BFE, by the way. It’s hard to believe that people live that far out west. I think I was in the Everglades or something. (Note: It’s actually only about 15 miles east of me. I’m just a snob.)

For the first time in a long time, I actually made it to a race nice and early. I had time to get my chip and number and mingle. It was really, really warm out so I decided to run w/out my shirt on. A first for me. I usually get kind of intimidated by all of the buff women out there.

On to the race. I stood through what had to be the worst singing of the National Anthem in years, and then we were off. The women get a 5 minute head start on the men. I really like that idea. It let’s you see where you stand with only women running.

Honestly, the course was kind of boring. Here are my splits:

8:39 | 8:48 | 9:12    .1 8:20

As you can see, I ran this race completely wrong. I meant to go out around 9:16 and then drop the pace from there. I guess I got excited and ran waaaayyy  to fast. I was stressed out after the first mile and waiting for my body to just say fuck you and stop working. It didn’t. The second mile wasn’t too bad. The third mile? I was hurting. About a half mile away from the finish, one of the Masters guys that had already finished hopped in and ran my ass on in. He told me not to do anything but follow him. I did. I got a 2 minute PR.

This was one of my most painful races ever. It hurt like hell, and I wanted to give up. The cool thing is that I am finally learning to run hard. Now I just need to run a bit smarter. (Not run like a bat out of hell the first mile. Did I mention that it was up hill?)

Anyway, I’m ready to run another one. A bit smarter perhaps. I think t he last one I can run is at the end of the month. After that, it just gets hot and there aren’t really any races.

I went to the MacMillian calculator and punched in my 5k time. It puts me at a 4:30 marathon time. Of course, I secretly want around 4:15. So, I guess I have my work cut out for me. I have time since I have no idea when I am running another marathon.

All I have to say in closing is, “Woohoo!!!”

You ever take a step back and look at your life and realize, “Oh holy hell! I’m ghetto as fuck!” Yeah. I just had one of those moments. I’m finally taking the time to do a little bit of house cleaning. I go in and start working on the kitchen. This includes washing the coffee machine and everything. I go to empty the filter and realize that I haven’t been using filters. I’ve been out for over 2 weeks. I’ve been using paper towels. Paper towel filters. Wow. Ghetto!

Then, I noticed that my drain in the bathroom is clogged. I don’t feel like going to the store to get Draino. I know that it’s hair clogging it. I decide to just use that Veet hair removal stuff instead. I’ll update you on how that works for me.

ETA:  The Veet stuff didn’t work for me. Damn. I don’t feel like going to the store, so I guess the drain will remain the same until I cruise by the store.

Hi. My name is GeekGirl and I am a dirty little hippie!

I’ve been trying to come to grips with this one for quite a while. For years those close to me have dared to use the “h” word when referring to me. I couldn’t believe it since I take a shower everyday. (Most days 2.) I don’t smoke weed (anymore), and my hair is generally kind of sort of combed. Well…not really. I’m not into all that peace and love crap. I’m kind of a mean little person. I DESPISE tie-dye. I think one of my life’s callings is to eradicate tie dye.

So, why do others insist that I’m a hippie? Let’s examine this. Here are a few of the things that lean towards my hippieness:

1. I am a strict vegetarian and have been for years. Furthermore, I don’t really see this changing.
2. I LOVE animals. Far more than people. Gio is so much more fun to be around than the average person. He’s licking his penis right now to show solidarity.
3. Politically I’m liberal. Though, truth be told I lean more towards libertarianism. Screw the government. Honestly.
4. I can be quite anti-consumer. I don’t buy unless I have to. Shopping is NOT a sport or a hobby. It’s what you do when you absolutely have to.
5. My hair…it’s naturally a big, flowing mass of kinky curls and depending on the time of day it can be wild. Wild I tell ya. Furthermore, I do not care.
6. I don’t wear any makeup unless I absolutely have to.
7. I recycle EVERYTHING.
8. I spend most days thinking about urban sustainability.
9. I am very anti-war. (At this point, who isn’t?)
10. As noted before, I like my guys with a nice side of dirty to them. Especially lately. Beards, etc. (No long hair, thank you very much.)
11. Though I’m not really up on the having kids tip, if I did, I would immediately move out to the woods with them. I envision cute kids with no shoes running through the woods. Wild. Like they should be.
12. I LOVE Animal Collective.
13. I was a bit upset upon hearing that Albert Hofmann had passed. I had many a spiritual night during the 90’s thanks to him. And was also arrested thanks to him.
14. My mantra is, “Fuck the man!” I often find myself thinking of ways to indeed fuck the man. It’s one of my favorite pastimes.
15. I am truly a tree hugger. I love trees. The bigger and older the better.

Of course, this is just the tip of the iceberg. I’m sure there is a lot more. My mom and dad actually survived the days when I would only shower 3-4 times a week. In the summer. In Texas. They also survived my nasty dreads. Not the nice pretty ones you see on peeps. We’re talking the, “Oh. I haven’t washed my hair in a few weeks and my hair is starting to lock” dreads. Scary shit, people.

Now, I still refuse to think that I have anything in common with those nasty dirty hippies wearing patchouli (sp) and birkenstocks. I do however find that I fit in quite nicely with the techno and neo hippies. Yeah. They’re a bit cleaner. Smoke a bit less pot.

So, there you have it people.

I am hippie, hear me roar!

I am being silly at the moment. As reported earlier, I’m downright giddy lately. That makes me write about cute boys. I am in LOVE with Ryan Gosling. Wow. Since I saw him in Half Nelson, I’ve been in love. I found his portrayal of a coke head to be incredibly hot. I love the boys with flaws. Anyway, I wrote a haiku:

Ryan Gosling

Beautiful blue eyes
Is the ultimate hottie
Bow down to Gosling

Do not judge me people!!

I’m not sure what’s going on here. But, today was a good day. I got lots of sleep. Got a lot of homework done. Cleaned the house, did the laundry. Got outside with Gio. I ate really well.I feel light and happy. Content.

I suppose I’ll enjoy it while I can.

I got a call yesterday from the manager of the running store that I worked at last year. If you recall, the store that I was working out of closed. (It was also really, really far. Almost 30 miles!) I didn’t think too much about it. Well, I ran into the manager at 5 mile race that I did a few months ago and let him know that I can help out on the weekends as needed. He said he’d keep that in mind.

Well, turns out they need some weekend help again. This is pretty much exactly what I need. A nice lazy summer immersing myself back into running. There is nothing like working in the running store on weekends to get your head back in the game. Everyone there is all running, all the time. Sure I still have a 9-5 to deal with, but whatevs. The discount rocks and the extra cash might put me back in the marathon game for this year!

I’m envisioning a summer of running, flute playing, and boytoys. Now that? Sounds like a freaking plan! (I might also take some cheesy lit class.)

Yeah. I love pandas. They make me happy.

Which reminds me…RIP Ling Ling. (This isn’t Ling Ling. This is Su Lin.)

Stifle: To keep in or hold back; repress. To feel smothered or suffocated by or as if by close confinement in a stuffy room

Yeah. That’s how I’m feeling lately. I have so much I want to say and do, but I’m not quite sure where to start. There are a lot of weird feelings bubbling around here. I haven’t even had the time to sort them out. Instead I’ve buried myself in too many activities. This has been on going.

I’m glad to say that at least I’m aware of what’s going on. I’ve stayed in the past couple of nights and actually got up early for a run this morning. (Note: I haven’t missed ANY runs. I just have been running in the evening which throws off everything.) I’ve started getting things together to do my finals and I’m still debating rather I want to do summer school. At this time, I’m strongly leaning towards no. My head isn’t there. I feel like I kind of need the time to get my head screwed on properly.

I’ve lost my focus on everything. I kind of want the summer to stop. Breathe and figure out what the fuck is next for me. Yeah. Run lots of miles and figure things out. That sounds good.

Off Topic:  My tooth is killing me. The one that has been fixed. Or maybe it’s the lower set of teeth. Or my jaw. I’m not sure. But, I’m in pain. And, I can’t play my flute. It sucks.

My life has been…odd lately. Really odd. It’s actually been odd since the beginning of the year. I can’t quite put my finger on what has changed so drastically, but things are definitely different. Everything from the way I dress, to the way I eat. The way I think and rationalize things. Everything.

It seems that things are going to continue to change. My landlord told me that he sold the building yesterday. The sale should go through the first of June. He doesn’t think this will mean I need to be out, but I don’t know. This might be the push that I need to get me outta here. This apartment has too many memories. I also desperately need some privacy. If I have to hear my neighbor cough or sneeze or anything else again I will scream. I’m sure he gets sick of hearing me talk to my dog, too.

In another odd event - When I went to get my eyebrows waxed, the girl behind the counter was one of the chicks that Aron “photographed”. (He was finding girls on MySpace and “photographing” them. Think what you want about that.) I don’t think anything happened with this one since she brought her boyfriend, but still. It just opened up something that I didn’t need opened. Not when I was finally getting over that whole situation. In case you’re reading Aron, fuck you for even making me think about you!

I had dinner last night with R. It was…interesting. We then went and got a movie. It sucked.

Bleh…I’m all angsty today.

Sigh…

My birthday was yesterday, peeps. So no belated birthday wishes. Thanks for all of your birthday wishes. I had a decent birthday even though it didn’t turn out as it was planned. R. was supposed to take me out last night, but got stuck at work way too late. He offered to still come by, but I declined. So, we’re going out tonight to make it up. He “feels like a douche”. Gotta appreciate a guy that can openly admit to feeling like a douche.

It honestly worked out for the better, though. I finally got some solid sleep. Like 8 hours of it. I’ve been short on sleep the past few weeks due to hanging out with R late night. That has to stop. This girl needs her sleep.

Anyway, I’m off to get dressed for the office and get to work. Boo…