I'll drive so far away I'll never cross your mind
Overall, my week was good, but after that, kaput.
Lets just say some people decided to test my temper, which spans over a long while of tolerating flaming idiots. But they hit me in the achilles, the very weakness, the fault of my persona and that is wanting everything to be equal and fair, wherein tampering with that facet caused me to lose all control and embarass myself right in front of the guy I like.
I couldnt face him after that.
He hates me now, I know it.
If he hadnt already.
I've been counting my slipups, my blunders. So far I have like four strikes against me, that whole fiasco in December counting as two in itself.
I'm really bad off.
Sometimes... no, I'm lying... MOST of the time I'm starting to think if this is even worth it, that I'm nothing to him, and after this, perhaps lower than nothing. Maybe I wasnt anything to him in the first place.
Maybe I've always been the underdog.
See, everyone these days seems to be looking for 'Tall, Blonde, and Beautiful,' while I'm short, brown haired, and... well, you get it. Its the superficial mind. Maybe I was doomed from the start.
All and all though, it was my fault. All my fault. If only I could do that day over. If only.
And thats just the beginning.
Saturday I worked, that was alright. Besides the fact that people keep meddling into business that ought not to be meddled in.
See, this kid at work thinks I'm cute. A white boy, for once O.o
But I was fine with that. Until Kelley kept nudging me on to talk to him and some other girl that was obviously told by Kelley that this kid, Julius is his name, liked me and stuff, so whenever he came by to stock the dishes by our station this girl would think shes so clever by clearing her throat loudly when he was around, whisper my name, or ask incessantly if I had a boyfriend. I hate that. I hate that interference. The kid is like super quiet, and thats fine... so am I. I'll talk on my own time, I dont need anyones damned help.
People who have no other lives than to think they can play Matchmaker should really... get a life o.o
Sometimes I even think this is all set up by Kelley.
After work my ma called. She said Domingo invited me to a play at MHS. I couldnt find anyone to go, cept Mike.
Dom was in it, so me and Mike went. I hope I didnt bore Mike too much, as most of the cast he didnt know. They did that "Once Upon a Matress" thing, something we did in freshman year.
Thats basically the jist. I cant really go anywhere else now cept work, cause my ma found that I got some bad grades on my progress report and I'm gonna have to work extra hard to get back up. Because of this I'm resigning from Taco Bell, and thats a load off, even though I'm really gonna be tight on the money for a while.
-sigh-
Because of this crappy ending to the week, my only regret is, that I didnt have a time machine.
Lets just say some people decided to test my temper, which spans over a long while of tolerating flaming idiots. But they hit me in the achilles, the very weakness, the fault of my persona and that is wanting everything to be equal and fair, wherein tampering with that facet caused me to lose all control and embarass myself right in front of the guy I like.
I couldnt face him after that.
He hates me now, I know it.
If he hadnt already.
I've been counting my slipups, my blunders. So far I have like four strikes against me, that whole fiasco in December counting as two in itself.
I'm really bad off.
Sometimes... no, I'm lying... MOST of the time I'm starting to think if this is even worth it, that I'm nothing to him, and after this, perhaps lower than nothing. Maybe I wasnt anything to him in the first place.
Maybe I've always been the underdog.
See, everyone these days seems to be looking for 'Tall, Blonde, and Beautiful,' while I'm short, brown haired, and... well, you get it. Its the superficial mind. Maybe I was doomed from the start.
All and all though, it was my fault. All my fault. If only I could do that day over. If only.
And thats just the beginning.
Saturday I worked, that was alright. Besides the fact that people keep meddling into business that ought not to be meddled in.
See, this kid at work thinks I'm cute. A white boy, for once O.o
But I was fine with that. Until Kelley kept nudging me on to talk to him and some other girl that was obviously told by Kelley that this kid, Julius is his name, liked me and stuff, so whenever he came by to stock the dishes by our station this girl would think shes so clever by clearing her throat loudly when he was around, whisper my name, or ask incessantly if I had a boyfriend. I hate that. I hate that interference. The kid is like super quiet, and thats fine... so am I. I'll talk on my own time, I dont need anyones damned help.
People who have no other lives than to think they can play Matchmaker should really... get a life o.o
Sometimes I even think this is all set up by Kelley.
After work my ma called. She said Domingo invited me to a play at MHS. I couldnt find anyone to go, cept Mike.
Dom was in it, so me and Mike went. I hope I didnt bore Mike too much, as most of the cast he didnt know. They did that "Once Upon a Matress" thing, something we did in freshman year.
Thats basically the jist. I cant really go anywhere else now cept work, cause my ma found that I got some bad grades on my progress report and I'm gonna have to work extra hard to get back up. Because of this I'm resigning from Taco Bell, and thats a load off, even though I'm really gonna be tight on the money for a while.
-sigh-
Because of this crappy ending to the week, my only regret is, that I didnt have a time machine.