Thanks for the good thoughts on the 5K. This is my big yearly goal and it is kicking my ass. I only walk 30 minutes every other day, but still. And did I mention that when it's not raining and humid (which is rare, but has happened this week), that it's hot as mother fucking Hades? Yes....and I am not an early morning person so I walk in the evening, the hottest part of the day. The treadmill at the gym is the devil and makes me feel like I can't walk straight.

I skipped out on the day of Awesomeness at the mall. I just couldn't do it, I probably would have killed someone. Crowds+Me=NO. Spent most of the weekend hanging out with Monkey Man and taking care of his stinky, infected ear. Thanks, BF, for never knowing your son is sick. Fucking dumbass.

I went and bought new running shoes this week. Those guys were super helpful, which is good because I know squat about buying running shoes. The one who helped me did tell me I have something wrong with my feet, I roll in when I walk. I blame it all on dancing. So, outfitted in beautiful new shoes that make the outside of my ankles feel like they're on fire. I am assuming this is because A) I know no runner/walker stretches and B) I am still trying to get used to them. We'll see.

Went to the circus Wednesday. I fucking LOVE the circus. I love the animals and the clowns. Oh, I love clowns. BF is terrified of them. I suppose that's why I got to take Monkey Man. He loves the clowns, too. We had an excellent time, but I was appalled at spending $12 for cotton candy. Twelve fucking dollars for spun sugar? Are you fucking kidding me?? It came with a hat, though, so either I spent $12 on cotton candy and got a free hat or I spent $12 on a hat and got free cotton candy. Ridiculous.

Trouble in the Boy Wonder department. Not surprised. He always does this, but I'm more okay with it. Debating telling him I want to talk because I know it does no good. Especially when he just dropped two of the four ladies he was seeing and I was not one of the four to begin with. It seems that 60% was nothing more than nothing.

For the Love of God, I hate Insomnia!

I always get these really great ideas for posts after I've shut down and am trying to go to sleep. Mainly because I talk to myself before sleeping, but whatever. Who doesn't do that? I could possibly dig out my mini awesome digital recorder thing I use for class lectures and keep it by the bed, but that just means I'm giving in and admitting I'm slightly off.

I mistakenly agreed to accompany my best friend and her son to the mall tomorrow. She lured me in with promises of a "mall lunch and check out the sexy ghetto girls with purple hair and ashy skin." Yes, we are headed to the Dying Mall of Ghettoness. The one saving grace was the Sanrio store, which closed sometime in June to my shock and tears. Now I have to drive an hour and a half to get my Chococat goodness. Why is going to the mall tomorrow a mistake? Tomorrow is the first day of Tax-Free Weekend. Massive amounts of people, all trying to save $8.25 on $100 worth of crap. Me? I'll wait and say that money is me paying for no crowds. The saving grace tomorrow will be lusting over new Vera Bradleys and trying to figure out how I can get one so soon after my last two. Sadly, I do not think they are tax-free.

The Hills re-runs and Beverly Hills, 90210 on SoapNet have taken up my day. The part that wasn't taken by picking up my awesome BlueBelle from the dealership. Four hundred dollars later, my car no longer makes a grinding noise while driving. She also has new oil, new windows (thanks recall!) and a new back gate opener thingy (yay for warranties). Nice dealership, pain in the ass to get to.

Started something a week ago. Not sure how it will play out. And by started, I mean FAILED. See, when you cut someone out of your life, you don't generally give in and call. But after you bash a rock into your hand several times and think that playing in traffic sounds like a good idea, you know longer know what's wrong and stupid. I am thankful for this person, yet now I'm left with the age old question of "What the FUCK did I do?" I don't know what anything means, there are no clear boundaries and I would gladly take the 60% offered if it was real and true. That's what it's come down to for me. I want it so much I'm willing to take less. And it terrifies me that it could, possibly, maybe in a million years happen. That little glimmer scares me shitless. (and shitless is a word, all knowing spell check.)

I think it's a damn shame the CW won't give Tori Spelling the same amount as Jennie and Shannen. Not because it was her father's show, but because she deserves it. They want viewers, viewers want Donna Martin. Yes, she was not the focus of the show and yes, it didn't revolve around her, but she's an original that will draw viewers. And I'm sick to death that people say she just got the gig because it was her dad's show. She auditioned under a different name and not in front of him. He didn't find out until after she was hired. Not a case of nepotism. The boy, Randy, being on later seasons? Totally.

I've begun training or a 5K that'll take place in November. I must be off my rocker. My trainer is deluded into thinking I'll be running it. No. Not at all. He wants me to run it, he can fly over here and run it with me. Yes, my trainer isn't here, he's 7 hours ahead. But, he's a good trainer, seeing as he was thisclose to an Olympic spot. There's a guy on his nation's team that's in his same club, they run together. I just know I'm not running it. I'll be hoping to walk it in less than an hour.