The Good, the Bad, the What the Fuck

I'm sitting here not knowing whether to jump up and down for joy or to throw a temper tantrum. (A little bit of both is probably what I really need to do)

The Good: In the past 10 days, I have worked out 8 times. (Go me!) The most fun was the kickboxing I did with my trainer on Monday. I'm still a tiny bit sore, but man, did I love punching that bag. I didn't work out so very hard tonight. I am still in the recovery period of taking my migraine meds and I had a very late dinner. But, I did go in and ride the bike for about 20 min. Nothing serious. But not sitting on my ass either.

The Bad: Taylor is driving me fucking nuts. Tonight I find out that she this past week she made a 68 and a 60 in her social studies class. Then she made a 51 on her algebra quiz. And the pisser of it is that the majority of this is not b/c she can't do the work, but b/c she won't do the work. I take things like her music/computer time/phone time from her and it doesn't bother her a bit. I'm just tired of this shit. I just can't figure out if its b/c she's so much like Dave or so much like me.

The What the Fuck: Ok, so I haven't heard back from David in FL. Am I surprised? Well, yeah, kinda. Ya know. I've hung around a lot of guys. Most of the time I expect them to behave in a certain way. And I try to give them leeway to behave in those weird guys ways that really don't make sense to me, but I know they do it anyway. So I give David my email. Saying...here's how to contact me. If he contacts me, great. If not, well, he either lost it by accident or on purpose. Either situation is HIGHLY possible. And I EXPECT either situation. What I don't expect, is for him to go, *hey, let me email you now while I'm on the phone with you.* And then not answer either of the 2 emails I send him. What the fuck is up with that? Hell, I dont' know. Must be the damn man in him.

Oh well. It was good to spark up the imagination again. And I really would have liked to have kept in touch. I am a little disappointed. I can't help but be disappointed since my fantasies were crushed like a pop can in a recycling bin.

Guess I gotta go find some other fantasy to fill my head with.