"Ain't no need to go outsidee"
The past couple days have been a blur. Yesterday had it's up and downs, but more downs than ups. However one of the few things I remember is one huge up.. more on that later.
Last night at work was pretty rough. Things are pretty bad with Marcel and it just really hurt my feelings. He says a lot of dumb shit and does a lot of intimdating me. He busts me a hell of a lot and it's so hard for me to bite my tongue. Dayvid says that it's his way of teasing; but it's too cruel for my taste. Either way, tonight was much better with him. I just stay out of his way and I guess that works. I stayed about an hour and a half necessary after work yesterday and Dayvid and I spent all that time talking. There's just something special there; he trusts me like no other as I do him. I don't know how to explain it; I don't think I really want to. So then he drove me home, and we did some more talking. Goodtimes.
But also yesterday Maya was starting shit and frankly I don't really want that garbage. But oh well... something has to get better eventually.
Today in school wasn't bad. Saw a lot of Andrew. In bio I told Mr. Lamoreaux why he shouldn't give a test the day before vacation, answered 3/5 questions, put a 30% at the top of the pape, and passed it in. Math I couldn't sit still either. Spanish was lame; I got D's on all the recent tests and I really couldn't care less. Creative was lame per usual, and the tea party in Brit Lit wasn't half bad. I spent most of it looking for an open girl's bathroom though, because all the ones on the bottom floor were locked.
After that I saw Andrew and then went to softball. I love the atmosphere, but as with all else, it's going to take me some time to open up to the girls. The game didn't go so well; we lost 7-0. Ouch. The girlies need to pull their teamwork together, which they will do this weekend with a gigantic sleepover. I really wish I had some talent to play and I wish I was more than just the manager, cause I don't get included in all the fun stuff of the team. I get my jersey and shirt next time.
Work was ok. I came super late at 7 and worked three hours. Dayvid left super early, which was sad. I don't like Lindsay, she's a real moron. She doens't have much of a personality, either. I say things five times and she doesn't understand any time, so I just end up doing things myself. She's not catching on to hosting, either. Ah well.
I realllllllllly need a shower.
--Ashleigh
Last night at work was pretty rough. Things are pretty bad with Marcel and it just really hurt my feelings. He says a lot of dumb shit and does a lot of intimdating me. He busts me a hell of a lot and it's so hard for me to bite my tongue. Dayvid says that it's his way of teasing; but it's too cruel for my taste. Either way, tonight was much better with him. I just stay out of his way and I guess that works. I stayed about an hour and a half necessary after work yesterday and Dayvid and I spent all that time talking. There's just something special there; he trusts me like no other as I do him. I don't know how to explain it; I don't think I really want to. So then he drove me home, and we did some more talking. Goodtimes.
But also yesterday Maya was starting shit and frankly I don't really want that garbage. But oh well... something has to get better eventually.
Today in school wasn't bad. Saw a lot of Andrew. In bio I told Mr. Lamoreaux why he shouldn't give a test the day before vacation, answered 3/5 questions, put a 30% at the top of the pape, and passed it in. Math I couldn't sit still either. Spanish was lame; I got D's on all the recent tests and I really couldn't care less. Creative was lame per usual, and the tea party in Brit Lit wasn't half bad. I spent most of it looking for an open girl's bathroom though, because all the ones on the bottom floor were locked.
After that I saw Andrew and then went to softball. I love the atmosphere, but as with all else, it's going to take me some time to open up to the girls. The game didn't go so well; we lost 7-0. Ouch. The girlies need to pull their teamwork together, which they will do this weekend with a gigantic sleepover. I really wish I had some talent to play and I wish I was more than just the manager, cause I don't get included in all the fun stuff of the team. I get my jersey and shirt next time.
Work was ok. I came super late at 7 and worked three hours. Dayvid left super early, which was sad. I don't like Lindsay, she's a real moron. She doens't have much of a personality, either. I say things five times and she doesn't understand any time, so I just end up doing things myself. She's not catching on to hosting, either. Ah well.
I realllllllllly need a shower.
--Ashleigh