A Team for the Non-Sport

Well.  Looks like I'm well on my way to accomplishing something great.  Now for all this horrible paper work.  Thank goodness for the motivated individuals that are helping to make this happen.  I am blessed with the good and the bad.  I am also blessed with an extended stay at the Red River during the summer which is, yet again, good and bad.

Like I Give a Shit.

I am so grateful that at the very least I know who my good friends are and although most of  them don't like spending time hanging from finger fucking holds does not mean that they are not wonderful people with passions and past times of their very own.  I find that this point in my life has been a godsend when figuring out who is there for me and who is not.  For example, I knew that none of my ex's friends liked me but since we share this small world of climbing, I know that I will have to put up with them in one fashion or another.  You see, my real friends called, emailed, text messaged, facebooked and stopped by to see how I was doing when my ex and I split.  BUT did any of my "friends" from my former relationship even bother?  No. 

 I climbed with someone for two days at Rocktown and they even asked me how I was doing but these fake ass bitches from Brevard, NC that I had known for well over a year did not even bother to say something over Facebook.  The funny thing about it is that if I run into them, which unfortunately is likely, they are going to put on such an act that even Grace Kelly would believe it.  Too bad I have an refined my ability to detect white trash.  Finally, the time has come for the best sort of revenge, a life well lived.  

The Hunt

Oh what an attractive specimen that has been trust upon my plate.  This young, unaware, and juicy prey.  I know, I know.  I should not pursue something that does not make a full meal but what is wrong with a little snack?  I think this could be one my best ideas as of yet and I have had some signs from the heavens that have informed me that this young man is just the thing I have been looking for since my break up.  I have been reading this forum and one of the recent topics was "Getting Over Someone is as Easy as Getting Under Someone" and although I have attempted to transcend such courses of action I do believe that this time it is absolutely necessary.  

I am sad to inform you all but as it turns out, recent findings have been uncovered and have led me to the conclusion that my ex boyfriend of a year and a half was pining over someone else during the duration of our relationship.  Not only was he pining after someone else but as it turns out this person actually rejected him.  

Typical.  

All that bullshit about being insecure, constantly being suspicious that I was going to cheat on him, and all the other bullshit was just him and his fucked up little mind the WHOLE TIME.  Basically, he was projecting his own intent and his own fucked up attitude on not only me but our whole relationship.  Therefore, I am absolved of all guilt and I personally take great satisfaction in hearing about his bad luck.  Poor little bitch. 

 

Back to the pre-course at hand... This is going to be too much fun. OX

The Sieve

Good news.  Finally.  I will be meeting with the sports council on Wednesday along with the future VP and Treasurer of the Climbing Team!  I am looking forward to finally becoming official and getting these folks some gym time.  It is really tough to see students that love climbing but cannot afford to go to the climbing gym.  I hope that the team will be able to provide that for its members along with some awesome service work with the CCC and other organizations.  If this goes according to plan then the Climbing Team will be one of my greatest achievements and will provide a significant benefit to every member.  Needless to say, I have my fingers crossed.      
Also, I have found a great way of managing my blooming social life, school and training and it is called saying NO.  Yep.  One simple word has done wonders for me and surprisingly enough it is also my ticket to getting laid by one of the sexiest and smartest bitches I have met thus far.  Although, I am still open to other options I do believe this man might be the band-aid to my broken heart.  I am so grateful.

Metal on Teflon

All the fucker had to say was sorry.  Now they all have hell to pay.  Bitches.  

And the Beast Showed its True Colors

I must write about this because it must stop.  So I went to Vegas.  Yep, good ol' Red Rocks.  I roped up for a day with a total stranger and could not take any pictures but the next day I went bouldering in Calico Cannon and it was freaking sweet.  The rock is a smooth slightly over hung sandstone and it has  very small in-cut crimps that are pretty sharp but there are also tons of roofs with larger holds.  In order for you to get the picture there is this one boulder before you enter the Wash Area called "Monkey Bar".  I hope that gives you some indication as to what you will experience in the Red Rocks bouldering areas.
Ok.  I am only writing this because once I write about it I can put it behind me.  Well, the weekend before last I went to the Red River, KY and met up with some friends of mine and I had a BLAST.  It was the best trip I have ever taken to the Red River but as I was leaving Torrent and driving home I became overwhelmed with sadness.  And I boo-hooed for 15 minutes in my car on the way back to North Carolina because I kept thinking about my ex and how much fun he would have had and how I wished he had been there to see me climb.  I don't  mean to brag for someone who boulders pretty much year around, I climbed pretty well that weekend.
Then, when I came back from an awesome day of bouldering in Red Rocks I boo-hooed for 5 minutes because once again, I was thinking about my ex and how he would have totally crushed a majority of the harder climbs I saw that day and how proud he would have been of my climbing.  I hope now I can put this to rest because I do not want my climbing trips to be sullied by tears for an individual totally annihilated my heart.  He is not worthy of such an honor.

Forlorn Packing

I have to pack.  Have to get out of this town... just kidding.  I'm going to my sister's wedding. Which will be very  interesting although I am not, and I am being perfectly honest here, looking forward to the wedding aspect of the trip.  I just don't like weddings, period.  I know that this is an important day for my sister so the best will be made of the day.  It may seem a little odd that I don't like weddings, most women my age 'love going to weddings' or more likely love being the bride in them.  It is not because I don't believe in the whole marriage contract or that I am disillusioned and no longer believe that there is lasting love because I do (no pun intended). But I just find myself feeling pretty awkward when I attend formal gatherings.  It is just not my thing.  Although, I really don't mind the whole dressing up part nor do I mind the whole climbing aspect of the trip either.