Bleh
I've come to realize that I only write on here if something that really annoys me happens. Which isn't a real bad thing. I mean, it's good to vent. I was hoping when I went to school this week, that I would be more relaxed from the BBQ that we had on Saturday. It was fun, but it had a sad, worried undertone to it from Jackie and her boyfriend James. It seems the night before when they were hanging out here was when her mother's boyfriend kicked her and James out of the house. Though from what Jackie said, the boyfriend was already kicked out some time before. So she told us how she slept outside on the steps, and how her shoulder was in so much pain. (Mind you a little while ago she got in car crash and banged her arm.) Of course when any of us asked if there was anywhere else to go she said she refused to go to her older sister's because she's a druggie, and her father just never asked her. Though honestly, I'd rather have a roof over my head. Luckily she's still working, but can't get a place because her boyfriend doesn't have a job.
In the end John ended up taking the three of us back to his house begruntetly. John ended up buying us all chinese for dinner. I couldn't help but ask him if he wanted me to chip in towards the bill in spite the fact that I'm not working. But Jackie and James didn't even offer anything. John told me he'd be happy if I'd get us the drinks though, so I did. At least my food tasted good.
Afterward, I got hit with the horrible feeling of wanting to just only hangout with John and goof off. But of course that's not possible when other friends are in the house. John attempted to work while the three of us was suppose to play video games, but James didn't stop playing Boraderlands, and I just fell asleep out of boredom. I was so happy when John said we were all going to bed.
In the morning, John ran out the door with us in tow, because Jackie had to go to theropy for her arm that morning, and we all missed breakfest. I was falling asleep when whe got back down in this area. Then we drove to the 'Mill to pick up any and all applications for James, who took some prodding at first to get going. He even had the fucking nerve to complain about some of the fucking stores we went into that he wouldn't want to wear their clothes if he worked there. You need a job! Who the fuck gives a shit!?
After a while I just stopped caring about wlaking around. I had a bad feeling that we wouldn't be able to stick around long enough to say hi to George. I was happy when we did though. I haven't seen him since last Nov. So it was nice to say hi.
I kept falling asleep in the car when we were picking Jackie back up and driving back to John's again. John went and passed out in his room since it was 4 by then. I scarfed down his egroll because I felt bad if I had eaten anything else in the house. Jackie and James ate their leftovers, and I ate a tiny bit of stale popcorn. I didn't care if Jackie or James hated my music, I just played whatever the shuffle threw up, unless I didn't feel like listening to it. A couple of times I almost fell asleep. I ended up having to wake up John an hour later since he felt 30 minutes wasn't long enough.
John attempted to do yard work while it rained a little. Him and James put the bench together. Then John decided he needed more sleep after working on his laptop some more and I jumped at the chance to not be around Jackie and James. I think we slept two hours, and it took a little not to actually start crying from the stress of worrying about everything. John and I talked a little about what to do with Jackie and James. Then John realized he hadn't eaten a meal that day, aside from his leftover chinese food hours ago. We both figured that's why the both of us were feeling pretty crappy and why we both had horrible headaches. Once again John bought us all dinner and again neither Jackie or James offered to pay for anything.
Luckily True Blood came on when the food got to the house, so John and I went to his room and watched Boondocks in peace. And the whole time during the ride home, John and I stared our collective worries about Jackie and James. Even noting how we both feel kinda eh, about him. I could list the reasons, but I don't feel like it. I kept my cool until we got to the house and I cried very little. I still felt like crap, and so did John. I know we got here around 1ish. Sadly when I got up this morning I still felt like shit, which made me end up missing my bus and causing me not to make it to school. That's when I knew I wasn't doing anything real good.
However, I'm hoping John is fairing better now. He said he had talked to Jackie and she understands, but I don't know the details of that talk. All I know is when I talked to him at 1:30 pm, when he got up, he sounded like the walking dead. But I'm tired of venting now, and I'm seriously hot as hell.
In the end John ended up taking the three of us back to his house begruntetly. John ended up buying us all chinese for dinner. I couldn't help but ask him if he wanted me to chip in towards the bill in spite the fact that I'm not working. But Jackie and James didn't even offer anything. John told me he'd be happy if I'd get us the drinks though, so I did. At least my food tasted good.
Afterward, I got hit with the horrible feeling of wanting to just only hangout with John and goof off. But of course that's not possible when other friends are in the house. John attempted to work while the three of us was suppose to play video games, but James didn't stop playing Boraderlands, and I just fell asleep out of boredom. I was so happy when John said we were all going to bed.
In the morning, John ran out the door with us in tow, because Jackie had to go to theropy for her arm that morning, and we all missed breakfest. I was falling asleep when whe got back down in this area. Then we drove to the 'Mill to pick up any and all applications for James, who took some prodding at first to get going. He even had the fucking nerve to complain about some of the fucking stores we went into that he wouldn't want to wear their clothes if he worked there. You need a job! Who the fuck gives a shit!?
After a while I just stopped caring about wlaking around. I had a bad feeling that we wouldn't be able to stick around long enough to say hi to George. I was happy when we did though. I haven't seen him since last Nov. So it was nice to say hi.
I kept falling asleep in the car when we were picking Jackie back up and driving back to John's again. John went and passed out in his room since it was 4 by then. I scarfed down his egroll because I felt bad if I had eaten anything else in the house. Jackie and James ate their leftovers, and I ate a tiny bit of stale popcorn. I didn't care if Jackie or James hated my music, I just played whatever the shuffle threw up, unless I didn't feel like listening to it. A couple of times I almost fell asleep. I ended up having to wake up John an hour later since he felt 30 minutes wasn't long enough.
John attempted to do yard work while it rained a little. Him and James put the bench together. Then John decided he needed more sleep after working on his laptop some more and I jumped at the chance to not be around Jackie and James. I think we slept two hours, and it took a little not to actually start crying from the stress of worrying about everything. John and I talked a little about what to do with Jackie and James. Then John realized he hadn't eaten a meal that day, aside from his leftover chinese food hours ago. We both figured that's why the both of us were feeling pretty crappy and why we both had horrible headaches. Once again John bought us all dinner and again neither Jackie or James offered to pay for anything.
Luckily True Blood came on when the food got to the house, so John and I went to his room and watched Boondocks in peace. And the whole time during the ride home, John and I stared our collective worries about Jackie and James. Even noting how we both feel kinda eh, about him. I could list the reasons, but I don't feel like it. I kept my cool until we got to the house and I cried very little. I still felt like crap, and so did John. I know we got here around 1ish. Sadly when I got up this morning I still felt like shit, which made me end up missing my bus and causing me not to make it to school. That's when I knew I wasn't doing anything real good.
However, I'm hoping John is fairing better now. He said he had talked to Jackie and she understands, but I don't know the details of that talk. All I know is when I talked to him at 1:30 pm, when he got up, he sounded like the walking dead. But I'm tired of venting now, and I'm seriously hot as hell.