Charitable Julia.

It is done. I have signed up to run The Race for the Cure. I will be running the 5K on May 1st. I will also be donating blood on April 9th.

That is all.

Purpose in life.

I don't go to school. I basically have no life. I work, walk Spazpup, work out, and sleep. That's it. My life is redundant and meaningless. Not that I complain about redundancy. I actually like it. It'd still be nice to have something to do that actually mattered. To have a purpose for the things I do. What do I do, though? I work to pay my bills. I walk my dog so she doesn't destroy my house. I work out so that there's room for others to join me on my couch. I sleep so I don't set this crap hole on fire. It's all so... meaningless. How can I turn any one of those activities into something useful?
Last week I saw a flier at my gym for a 5K race at the end of the month. One of the guys asked me if I was going to sign up. I said "No way! I can't run 5K! That's insane!" As it turns out... I can run 5K. In fact, I did it that very day. 5K is only 3 miles. I thought about it but, really, running isn't a passion of mine or anything. It's just something I do to stay healthy. After thinking about it I went on the website if only to find out the requirements. I would need to pay $40 and get up at 7 Am on a Saturday. Ya...umm..nothanks. It seems kind of pointless since I really don't care for competition, and I already know I can do it. Why pay to run a few miles when I can do it for free on my own?
Then I found out about the Race for the Cure. I really want to do it. I figure if I'm going to get up early and pay a fee to run early on a Saturday morning I rather my money be used for a good cause.
My only problem is that the closest event is in College City and I don't think I have a ride. It's the week right before Butthole's finals so I can't ask him to take me. He would have offered if only it was one week later but it's not the case. I'm also sad because if I can manage to get up there he won't be able to be up there with me since he needs to study. :(
Ideally I need to stay the night over there or else I'm going to need to find a ride at 5:30 AM in order to make it on time. The recent banning is going to make it much harder for me to find a place to stay. Phatty would want to take me and even participate but it's not all too easy for her to request days off from work.
I'll make it happen, though. Somehow I'm going to get my butt up there and run to support Breast Cancer Research.

The banning.

I suppose I ought to elaborate on how I got myself kicked out of Butthole's College City's apartment. I didn't do anything, before you get any ideas.
As I mentioned in previous posts; I went to College City a few weekends ago. I went with T-Bitch and Spaztastic. In all truth, if I may, I went up on that Friday with Adopted Little Brother and his friend. It's all a big secret because we wanted to be able to hang out freely without his parents finding out. Much as I love his sister, she's not one to cover for him. "Sibling code" is non-existent in her book.
That Friday night we went out with Weirdo and Gothic Girlfriend to a party. It was all fun and games until we were on our way home and Butthole got sick. Poor baby couldn't hold it in and we had to pull over. I really need to monitor his intake more closely. At any rate... that night we stayed at Weirdo's place. I ended up sleeping on the couch with Butthole passed out in that other guy's room.
The next day was when I spent my time with him at the community service events.
That evening T-Bitch and Spaztastic arrived. We hung out at Weirdo's and had a good time kicking back and watching "The Life and Times of Tim". That night we went back to Butthole's. I slept in his sister's room, him in his, and Spaztastic and T-Bitch probably nuzzled each other on the couch while no one was looking (haha, gay joke).
The next morning I arose bright and early around 9 (10?) per the usual. Everyone else somehow managed to get up early too, which was actually UNusual. We were all sitting around the living room planning out the day when Hippie comes out of her room and says, with a devilish grin "Uhh... Mom and dad are here. This should be fun." WTF? Ok, Ok, I get it. I can totally see how it'd be fun FOR HER but goodness, woman! Have some compassion. Anyway... His parents are basically around the corner and here I am laying on the couch with him in my darn pajamas. Awk-ward! There went any plans of me showering there. Oh yes, much to Butthole's shock and amazement I wasn't comfortable showering with his parents in the next room. I swear sometimes, for such a smart guy, he can sure think with his butt.
Now I'm rushing to get dressed before they walk in which of course doesn't happen. T-Bitch and Spaztastic bailed before they arrived (of course) and now we're going to church. *Sigh* People asked why didn't I just leave with my friends but let's face it: A. I wasn't dressed and wasn't about to go get dressed in a public bathroom and B. his parents already knew I was there and darn it I had done nothing wrong. Besides being deceitful isn't a way to any one's heart.
That was the most ultimately awkward morning. We went to church and then back to his apartment. We left again and went to the mall. Butthole went back home to study and I spent the rest of the day shopping (woo!).
At some point (I don't remember when) Butthole informed me that neither T-Bitch nor I were allowed at his place from now on. If we ask he has to say "I'm sorry, it's my parent's apartment and they don't wish you to visit." Sigh...
Why T-Bitch, too? On the one hand they've actually never liked him anyway. On the other hand I think it's because they know T-Bitch is usually my ride up to College City and if they ban him then it makes things harder for me to visit. Butthole doesn't agree and thinks I'm getting a bit too self-centered but oh well... You're not really paranoid if they really are out to get you.
So that's that. I can of course still go up to College City; they can't stop me. I can't set foot in his home, though. They are really getting serious.
Oh joy oh joy oh joy. He better do well on the MCAT.

Vuelve el perro arrepentido....

Alright, alright, I'll write. I don't know why I haven't. I guess unless I have something to bitch about I have nothing to say. I say: that's a damn shame. I should have lots of good things to say. Frankly I blame sheer filthy laziness. Anyway... after my last hormonal rampage I've been feeling a lot better. Things are looking decently up even if they aren't up.
My mom and I are still not speaking but so be it. Last week she tried to talk to me as if nothing had ever happened and managed to anger me more than hurt me. I spoke to Nalga and told him we weren't speaking and he asked why. I told him I have no need for a parent who sees me as a burden on her life. There it is. That's how it is. I can't change that. I'm not going to continue to try to force a relationship. Some people want to be miserable. My mom is one of those people. It still sucks, but what am I to do? I watched the movie "Every body's Fine" and it made me cry. It sucks not having a family. It sucks that I don't have a great dad and a great mom. But such is life and I'll move forward. I can only do better.
Phatty and BIL keep fighting and it makes me sad. I hate it and I hate that they aren't happy. I don't care what she says: they aren't happy. I hate that they treat each other poorly and it scares me that the kids might suffer because of it.
Butthole and I are... great. Great, great, great. As good as ever. We talked. We texted. We cried. Ok, I cried. We figured it out. We figured out our problem and the solution and we're going to be fine. It'll be rough but we'll be fine. He's great. We're great. I'm happy. I managed to get myself banned from his apartment in College City but I'm happy.
As for the gym and my fat butt: I've been doing pretty good. I'll get measured again at the end of this week to see my progress on my new work out. I think I may have a lost an inch here and there which is very exciting. Also last week I managed to run 3 miles in 27 min and then some! I'm thinking of signing up to run a 5K. ... Maybe.
I've also been hanging out with Adopted Little Brother which makes me very happy. Last night we went bowling and to Joe's Crab Shack. His friends made me feel old. He turned 19 today. His girlfriend is still in high school. Bleh. I felt like such an old fart.
I finished reading Wuthering Heights and now I'm treating my brain to The Lovely Bones. A much needed literary break for my addled brain. I've been working steadily through the classics and it has been quite a work out. I'm giving my brain a cookie.
Such is my life. There's good; there's bad; there's ugly; but I like it. I'm happy. Things are ok.