11 June, 2000

Still not feeling any better.
I tried calling her today, but she wasn't home.  I'm assuming she was out with Adrian.  Figures.
I got to go riding with a bunch of guys I've never ridden with before.  They're about at my same skill level, so it was cool.  One of the guys races semi-pro, and although he was holding back for us to keep up, I was holding back too.  So there.  And all the trails we rode today were ones that he had built and he thought they were like "super sick" or something.  I thought they weren't that hard, with a few exceptions, and he was going to change the really challenging parts anyway.  Lame.
But what to do about my little problem!  I can't get a hold of her, if I did I don't know what I'd say anyway, and I want to get all angry and open and tell her exactly how I feel, but that's so stupid of me.  I know she doesn't care; she's out of high school, she doesn't need anymore of the West High Soap Opera scene in her life.
Ah well.  Such is the life of a downhill racer.