Posted 31 March 2010 - 07:21 AM
Meh! An unplanned drinking session happened yesterday, and of course we ended up at the Hormone club, and there was this gorgeous girl, the embodiment of the "girl I met at the library" type, she had everything a man could want and then some, also, glasses made her look even better.
However.
My sorry ass has already been pretty gorram drunk. I've been eyeing her for a considerable time, she was eyeing me even more, her friend even left at some point when she was left alone at her table (I guess that could've been an invitation, couldn't it?). I should've striked, really, even if it'd be just 5 minutes to chat up and get her number. Sigh. Sometimes I really want to punch myself in the face.
Also, hungover / still durkn at work sucks.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.