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Grah. I'm annoyed.
Yeah, sure, okay, sounds great. It's not like I worked 6 1/2 hours yesterday, got 5 hours of sleep, went to school, then worked another 6 1/2 hours tonight (sweeping and mopping half of the store included)... No, I'm fine. I feel wonderful. So sure, I'll do the heavy lifting for you, no problem.
-_-
Even after I offered to do half and have her do the other half, no. She does what she always does and gets pissed, doesn't talk, then says something like, "nevermind." This time it was "Fine, Stub will do it." What the hell?
God forbid you consider how I'm feeling. And then you have the nerve to tell me that I'm not considering what you went through today? Hell yes I was! That's why I offered to do half. Something like teamwork... I've heard that works pretty well.
/rant
School's going pretty well, although I almost had a breakdown during art when she was teaching us how to draw with charcoal pencils... A memory came flooding back of when my grandpa would teach me how to draw. He always made the coolest trees with charcoal pencils... Everything came rushing back - the smell of his cologne mixed with the cigar that was always in his mouth, the sound of the TV in the background, the feel of the carpet on my arms and legs, his smile when he saw what I did... everything.
It took all of my strength to not break down right there.
He's going to die soon. die. It's finally hitting me. I've known he was going to die for a while, but I never fully understood... Dead. Gone. No more grandpa. Even if he is annoying... No more scrabble games and his lucky wins, no more art, no more anything. Grandpa will be gone.
I can't fucking deal with all this shit. It's too fucking much. I'm not this strong.
Yeah, sure, okay, sounds great. It's not like I worked 6 1/2 hours yesterday, got 5 hours of sleep, went to school, then worked another 6 1/2 hours tonight (sweeping and mopping half of the store included)... No, I'm fine. I feel wonderful. So sure, I'll do the heavy lifting for you, no problem.
-_-
Even after I offered to do half and have her do the other half, no. She does what she always does and gets pissed, doesn't talk, then says something like, "nevermind." This time it was "Fine, Stub will do it." What the hell?
God forbid you consider how I'm feeling. And then you have the nerve to tell me that I'm not considering what you went through today? Hell yes I was! That's why I offered to do half. Something like teamwork... I've heard that works pretty well.
/rant
School's going pretty well, although I almost had a breakdown during art when she was teaching us how to draw with charcoal pencils... A memory came flooding back of when my grandpa would teach me how to draw. He always made the coolest trees with charcoal pencils... Everything came rushing back - the smell of his cologne mixed with the cigar that was always in his mouth, the sound of the TV in the background, the feel of the carpet on my arms and legs, his smile when he saw what I did... everything.
It took all of my strength to not break down right there.
He's going to die soon. die. It's finally hitting me. I've known he was going to die for a while, but I never fully understood... Dead. Gone. No more grandpa. Even if he is annoying... No more scrabble games and his lucky wins, no more art, no more anything. Grandpa will be gone.
I can't fucking deal with all this shit. It's too fucking much. I'm not this strong.