Oh so perfect.
I was so happy yesturday and quite a bit of today. I did thirty minutes on a stationary bike (that's not what it's actually called, but it's a bike that's stationary where you lean back instead of sitting on a bicycle seat) yesturday. I did it again today. I'm doing it again tomorrow after PT. All at Hope's house.
I was invited to spend a whole day with Lisa, and then take care of her new puppy for a whole weekend. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), I was ecstatic. Then I come home, call Lisa to say that my mother has said yes and just wants to hear the plans from the horse's mouth, and Lisa says she'll call back later because she's eating dinner. I could hear her chewing (not exactly pretty), so I knew it was true.
Then my mother brings up that Hope told her that when [Hope] and Lisa were together, whenever I called Lisa would lie about what she was doing to seem busy and not talk to me. I don't see how that makes sense, since she would always call me back and invite me over. It's not like she hates me. I'm the only one on the godsdamned street besides Sharon that doesn't hate her guts.
So now I have that and a few other things on my mind, and I'm not quite so happy anymore. Thanks, mom, for being such a witch. If you haven't noticed, I've abandoned my stoic tendancies and now have FEELINGS. Oh, and *gasp* a HEART. Or, I did. Thanks for tearing it out, ripping it in half, putting the halves in a tub of freezing ice water, and shattering the remains with a hammar. Just...fuck.
I don't think I have anything else to say. What else can I say after cussing when I'm not a very vulgar person? Whatever. I'm going to sojourn down to the Redman's to clear my mind. Hopefully Mum's words will soon turn nugatory. Screw that, I can't go. I have to sit here and wait for Lisa to call. If she doesn't call, I'm going to go ripshit. Completely.
EDIT A WHOLE YEAR LATER: I am a horrible person. I sort of just want to go crawl in a hold and cry. That part about having a heart? Apparently not true. Lisa is loved. I'm just an arse.
I was invited to spend a whole day with Lisa, and then take care of her new puppy for a whole weekend. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), I was ecstatic. Then I come home, call Lisa to say that my mother has said yes and just wants to hear the plans from the horse's mouth, and Lisa says she'll call back later because she's eating dinner. I could hear her chewing (not exactly pretty), so I knew it was true.
Then my mother brings up that Hope told her that when [Hope] and Lisa were together, whenever I called Lisa would lie about what she was doing to seem busy and not talk to me. I don't see how that makes sense, since she would always call me back and invite me over. It's not like she hates me. I'm the only one on the godsdamned street besides Sharon that doesn't hate her guts.
So now I have that and a few other things on my mind, and I'm not quite so happy anymore. Thanks, mom, for being such a witch. If you haven't noticed, I've abandoned my stoic tendancies and now have FEELINGS. Oh, and *gasp* a HEART. Or, I did. Thanks for tearing it out, ripping it in half, putting the halves in a tub of freezing ice water, and shattering the remains with a hammar. Just...fuck.
I don't think I have anything else to say. What else can I say after cussing when I'm not a very vulgar person? Whatever. I'm going to sojourn down to the Redman's to clear my mind. Hopefully Mum's words will soon turn nugatory. Screw that, I can't go. I have to sit here and wait for Lisa to call. If she doesn't call, I'm going to go ripshit. Completely.
EDIT A WHOLE YEAR LATER: I am a horrible person. I sort of just want to go crawl in a hold and cry. That part about having a heart? Apparently not true. Lisa is loved. I'm just an arse.