Worries and Stress
Like I said before, I woke up normally yesterday morning. I slept in, like usual, for half an hour, but I still got up and did my usual thing with more than enough time to update the journal, send an e-mail to Lesa, and get ready to school. But I had a really strange dream though, that I can still remember even now, which isn't normal. I won't get into it, but with ballroom dancing, death, and the afterlife, it was more than my usual weird dream.
Class yesterday wasn't anything special. Mr. Kingston didn't actually lecture us to death, well, either that or I'm getting used to it now. I finished all the tutorials I needed to do so that I won't have to worry about that crap anymore. In Visual C++ we took a multiple choice quiz that we could use partners and everything, so it was really easy. We got out a little bit early yet again, though still not enough, I think. >_>
I came home and I made myself a sandwich, because I didn't get anything to eat in the morning. I still didn't have enough time to call Lesa, even though I really wanted to... I'm going to start really miss talking to her for a little bit in the middle of the day. I'm going to call her after school toady, because I don't have work. ^_^
I headed off to work, and there wasn't much going on there. Lesa left me a message telling me that she forgot her cell phone, so no cute little text messages for Neil that day. ;_; We were actually pretty slow, even though Dave though we would be packed. By the end of the night I didn't have anything to do and I was just BS'ing. I called Lesa when we were closing up as usual, it didn't sound like she was having good day. She's been getting continually more depressed about our situation lately, and it's been weighing heavily on me, though I don't mind.
Whenever I got home, I watched the Real World, I still love that show, yes. ^_^ Then I made myself some pizza to eat, because I was in the mood for it, I suppose. >_> Then I watch the movie, The Transporter, before Lesa would call me. I just got in the mood to see that movie again a while back, so I found it and I just never got around to seeing it until now. It turned out to be a little after 12 a.m. after I was done with the movie.
I noticed, as I closed the movie player, that Lesa had left me a message. -_-; She was waiting to see if Teresa would call her back because she called while Lesa was at work. We talked online for a little bit before Lesa decided it was okay for me to call her. Our conversation was nothing but problems.... Lesa thought. *sigh* It just brings me down when she thinks that because I think that she regretted talking to me at all. I guess a lot of it is bothering me much more now that it was before.
Lesa just keeps getting worse as all this stress builds up on her, and it's really killing me too. It's at the point where I just want to tell her ot move out to Teresa's, just so she can feel better. But I'm not even sure if that would help. Ugh, my mind is going faster than a mile a minute and I don't even really know what to talk about. There's so much to say, I don't really know where to begin. I guess now, that I'm reflecting upon our whole talk, I feel bad about a lot of things, because even now, I'm not sure if she's okay. I'm very much scared about a lot of things, I just really need to talk to Lesa, it's starting to eat me up inside. I just hope things will get better...
I didn't get out of bed until after 11:30 a.m. today, because my Mom called me. I hate when I miss the alarm, I just hate having to rush to get ready for anything. I suppose I'm just a slow guy, wanting to move along at my own pace, that's why I get up a whole two hours before I have to do anything. Just so I have enough time to do anything I want and have all this left over time. I've always been like that, I remember as a younger kid waking up at ungodly hours and watching the horrible cartoons they put on that early in the morning.
*shakes head* I just need reassurance that everything is alright, then I'll be fine, I think.
Class yesterday wasn't anything special. Mr. Kingston didn't actually lecture us to death, well, either that or I'm getting used to it now. I finished all the tutorials I needed to do so that I won't have to worry about that crap anymore. In Visual C++ we took a multiple choice quiz that we could use partners and everything, so it was really easy. We got out a little bit early yet again, though still not enough, I think. >_>
I came home and I made myself a sandwich, because I didn't get anything to eat in the morning. I still didn't have enough time to call Lesa, even though I really wanted to... I'm going to start really miss talking to her for a little bit in the middle of the day. I'm going to call her after school toady, because I don't have work. ^_^
I headed off to work, and there wasn't much going on there. Lesa left me a message telling me that she forgot her cell phone, so no cute little text messages for Neil that day. ;_; We were actually pretty slow, even though Dave though we would be packed. By the end of the night I didn't have anything to do and I was just BS'ing. I called Lesa when we were closing up as usual, it didn't sound like she was having good day. She's been getting continually more depressed about our situation lately, and it's been weighing heavily on me, though I don't mind.
Whenever I got home, I watched the Real World, I still love that show, yes. ^_^ Then I made myself some pizza to eat, because I was in the mood for it, I suppose. >_> Then I watch the movie, The Transporter, before Lesa would call me. I just got in the mood to see that movie again a while back, so I found it and I just never got around to seeing it until now. It turned out to be a little after 12 a.m. after I was done with the movie.
I noticed, as I closed the movie player, that Lesa had left me a message. -_-; She was waiting to see if Teresa would call her back because she called while Lesa was at work. We talked online for a little bit before Lesa decided it was okay for me to call her. Our conversation was nothing but problems.... Lesa thought. *sigh* It just brings me down when she thinks that because I think that she regretted talking to me at all. I guess a lot of it is bothering me much more now that it was before.
Lesa just keeps getting worse as all this stress builds up on her, and it's really killing me too. It's at the point where I just want to tell her ot move out to Teresa's, just so she can feel better. But I'm not even sure if that would help. Ugh, my mind is going faster than a mile a minute and I don't even really know what to talk about. There's so much to say, I don't really know where to begin. I guess now, that I'm reflecting upon our whole talk, I feel bad about a lot of things, because even now, I'm not sure if she's okay. I'm very much scared about a lot of things, I just really need to talk to Lesa, it's starting to eat me up inside. I just hope things will get better...
I didn't get out of bed until after 11:30 a.m. today, because my Mom called me. I hate when I miss the alarm, I just hate having to rush to get ready for anything. I suppose I'm just a slow guy, wanting to move along at my own pace, that's why I get up a whole two hours before I have to do anything. Just so I have enough time to do anything I want and have all this left over time. I've always been like that, I remember as a younger kid waking up at ungodly hours and watching the horrible cartoons they put on that early in the morning.
*shakes head* I just need reassurance that everything is alright, then I'll be fine, I think.