Fish sticks.
I really don't get anything. I just don't. Yesterday was a weird ass day.
I guess I'll start with after school, because not much happened while I was there... other than just the usual crappy stuff. My car wouldn't start when I was trying to go home. I was really scared, because I couldn't think of anyone I could call. Then I remembered Brandon had off, so I felt extremely releaved. I called him to find out he was at his dad's house, and I told him my situation and he basically just started barking out orders. Told me he'd come get me... when he was in black earth.
Right. It was freezing, there's no way in hell I could've waited that long in such cold. My hands and face were already frozen solid from walking to my car. The wind stung on contact. It was terrible.
I know that is all Brandon could offer, but I couldn't wait for him, I just couldn't. Not to mention he was upsetting me with his usual yelling. I'm scared and in an uncomfortable situation and he just yells at me? Wtf?
Anyway, he told me to call him in 5 minutes, to let him know if my car started or what... so I said Okay. I kept trying my car, just trying and trying. Finally it just started... barely. It sounded sickly but it was on. I was scared to drive it, it sounded like it would just keelover dead at any second.
The entire way home I was a wreck. Every stop light freaked me out. I didn't want to stop...Black didn't sound good when we stopped. And yes I call her Black. And yes she has a gender. (Obviously the cooler one) But this is getting off-track.
I just kept hoping and praying I'd make it home okay, and once we were nearly home the car was warm enough to stop sounded like a horse being raped by an elephant. Ok... it didn't REALLY sound like that, but I could hear the resemblance.
So I get home. Frozen. My hands were numb, my face felt red-hot from being stabbed by the little ice-needles in the wind just a few moments earlier. I got home, got up to my room and just decided to lay down on my couch, huddled under a blanket.
The entire time I was laying down, I guess my cell phone was ringing. It had still been silenced because I put it on silence during school hours, for obvious reasons. I had no idea it was even ringing... and I totally forgot to call Brandon back, so I'm sure you can put two and two together to find out who was calling like crazy.
Steve made me a sandwich and some soup, and it was really sweet of him. I needed that kind of care at that moment. Not to mention I was staaaarving. As I was eating it, Brandon came home. He came up, yelled at me. A lot. For not calling him back, for not answering my phone, for everything. It didn't really phase me however, I'm used to that shit he puts me through.
So as I'm sitting there, eating, he says "Are you ready to go to walmart?" Wtf? Is he blind? Could he not see I was eating? I told him, no, I wasn't. And he told me to hurry up. God.
Instead of staying with me, maybe giving me some comfort, he goes downstairs onto his computer. Every 2 minutes or so he'd ask me if I was ready yet, and that I needed to hurry up. *Sigh* So I scarfed it all and we left.
Something surprising happened after that. We were driving my car, since I wanted to fill her up with gas. Once we arrived at the gas station, I cringed at having to go back out in the cold to fill up my tank. And I swear, I know it's hard to believe, but seriously... Brandon offered to do it. I didn't even have to ASK him to. It was crazy... AND he said he'd pay for it. I just looked at him in shock, and said "ok."
I watched him out the window, and started crying becaues I'm a big frickin baby. I was crying over the fact Brandon finally did something for me, and I didn't even have to ask him to. He did it without complaining or moaning or telling me I owed him. As I wiped a few tears away, he started being goofy outside the window and I laughed.
After that we headed to Walmart. I think we had a little argument on the way there. He said he wanted to stop at Best Buy, and I got upset, because there is NO reason he needs to buy shit at Best Buy. Yes, it's his money. Yes, he earned it. Those are the points he made. But I think I made better ones... I wish he'd listen to them and take them to heart.
Ok,...it's obviously hard to have a job while going to school. I'm at school for 8 hours a day, and then spend about 2-3 hours on homework each night (usually, but not lately.) I do have the weekends off, but the weekends are the only thing that keep me going through the week. A time to relax, go home, visit my family, hang out with friends, all that crap. If the only thing I had to look forward to on the weekends was work, I don't think I'd be making it in school through the week. And I sure as hell don't want to quit- I've come this far and I don't suck terribly at what I'm doing.
So with that being said, back to Brandon and his splurging of currency. He has promised to help take care of me financially. I don't trust him. He's said this sooo many times, but I just don't trust that. I feel like I can't rely on him... he's let me down emotionally so many times, and he's such a tightwad. I just don't trust him. And with his obsessive buying of shit at Best Buy (WHICH HE DOES -NOT- USE, HE'S JUST A FUCKING ADDICTED COLLECTOR OF CDS AND DVDS) I don't feel too confident in his financial stability.
Ok, so that's a selfish reason why I hate him buying junk. But I have non-selfish reasons too. I know Brandon wants to go onto school. I know he doesn't want to work at Woodmans for the rest of his life. I know he doesn't want to work at a restaurant, or a gas station, or a store, or any of those places. I know he'd rather get a good, strong career and make decent money- be able to support his future family...which he WILL have someday.
He wants to save money for this. He wants to save up money, so when he goes to school, he isn't so stressed out about it. That's his goal. Okay. He has been working since the age of 14. For those of you who can't count, thats 5 years. He has been working for 5 years. You tell me what he has to show for it. Anything? What's wrong?? Can't think of a single thing?? Well he had a couple hundred in his savings. Which is gone. He has about 50 bucks in it now. But wait.. he DOES have something to show for it!! The biggest CD collection I have seen. It's not the worlds largest. Not the countries largest. Not Wisconsin's largest. Probably not even Madison's largest. Maybe the largest on our block, perhaps. But that is what he has to show for his years of work. Let's say he has...hmm... roughly 200 CDs, okay? They cost what? 12-20 bucks? Let's estimate and say 15 each. Lemme get out my fancy calculator here...that's $3,000. Hole. E. Shit.
I guess I'll start with after school, because not much happened while I was there... other than just the usual crappy stuff. My car wouldn't start when I was trying to go home. I was really scared, because I couldn't think of anyone I could call. Then I remembered Brandon had off, so I felt extremely releaved. I called him to find out he was at his dad's house, and I told him my situation and he basically just started barking out orders. Told me he'd come get me... when he was in black earth.
Right. It was freezing, there's no way in hell I could've waited that long in such cold. My hands and face were already frozen solid from walking to my car. The wind stung on contact. It was terrible.
I know that is all Brandon could offer, but I couldn't wait for him, I just couldn't. Not to mention he was upsetting me with his usual yelling. I'm scared and in an uncomfortable situation and he just yells at me? Wtf?
Anyway, he told me to call him in 5 minutes, to let him know if my car started or what... so I said Okay. I kept trying my car, just trying and trying. Finally it just started... barely. It sounded sickly but it was on. I was scared to drive it, it sounded like it would just keelover dead at any second.
The entire way home I was a wreck. Every stop light freaked me out. I didn't want to stop...Black didn't sound good when we stopped. And yes I call her Black. And yes she has a gender. (Obviously the cooler one) But this is getting off-track.
I just kept hoping and praying I'd make it home okay, and once we were nearly home the car was warm enough to stop sounded like a horse being raped by an elephant. Ok... it didn't REALLY sound like that, but I could hear the resemblance.
So I get home. Frozen. My hands were numb, my face felt red-hot from being stabbed by the little ice-needles in the wind just a few moments earlier. I got home, got up to my room and just decided to lay down on my couch, huddled under a blanket.
The entire time I was laying down, I guess my cell phone was ringing. It had still been silenced because I put it on silence during school hours, for obvious reasons. I had no idea it was even ringing... and I totally forgot to call Brandon back, so I'm sure you can put two and two together to find out who was calling like crazy.
Steve made me a sandwich and some soup, and it was really sweet of him. I needed that kind of care at that moment. Not to mention I was staaaarving. As I was eating it, Brandon came home. He came up, yelled at me. A lot. For not calling him back, for not answering my phone, for everything. It didn't really phase me however, I'm used to that shit he puts me through.
So as I'm sitting there, eating, he says "Are you ready to go to walmart?" Wtf? Is he blind? Could he not see I was eating? I told him, no, I wasn't. And he told me to hurry up. God.
Instead of staying with me, maybe giving me some comfort, he goes downstairs onto his computer. Every 2 minutes or so he'd ask me if I was ready yet, and that I needed to hurry up. *Sigh* So I scarfed it all and we left.
Something surprising happened after that. We were driving my car, since I wanted to fill her up with gas. Once we arrived at the gas station, I cringed at having to go back out in the cold to fill up my tank. And I swear, I know it's hard to believe, but seriously... Brandon offered to do it. I didn't even have to ASK him to. It was crazy... AND he said he'd pay for it. I just looked at him in shock, and said "ok."
I watched him out the window, and started crying becaues I'm a big frickin baby. I was crying over the fact Brandon finally did something for me, and I didn't even have to ask him to. He did it without complaining or moaning or telling me I owed him. As I wiped a few tears away, he started being goofy outside the window and I laughed.
After that we headed to Walmart. I think we had a little argument on the way there. He said he wanted to stop at Best Buy, and I got upset, because there is NO reason he needs to buy shit at Best Buy. Yes, it's his money. Yes, he earned it. Those are the points he made. But I think I made better ones... I wish he'd listen to them and take them to heart.
Ok,...it's obviously hard to have a job while going to school. I'm at school for 8 hours a day, and then spend about 2-3 hours on homework each night (usually, but not lately.) I do have the weekends off, but the weekends are the only thing that keep me going through the week. A time to relax, go home, visit my family, hang out with friends, all that crap. If the only thing I had to look forward to on the weekends was work, I don't think I'd be making it in school through the week. And I sure as hell don't want to quit- I've come this far and I don't suck terribly at what I'm doing.
So with that being said, back to Brandon and his splurging of currency. He has promised to help take care of me financially. I don't trust him. He's said this sooo many times, but I just don't trust that. I feel like I can't rely on him... he's let me down emotionally so many times, and he's such a tightwad. I just don't trust him. And with his obsessive buying of shit at Best Buy (WHICH HE DOES -NOT- USE, HE'S JUST A FUCKING ADDICTED COLLECTOR OF CDS AND DVDS) I don't feel too confident in his financial stability.
Ok, so that's a selfish reason why I hate him buying junk. But I have non-selfish reasons too. I know Brandon wants to go onto school. I know he doesn't want to work at Woodmans for the rest of his life. I know he doesn't want to work at a restaurant, or a gas station, or a store, or any of those places. I know he'd rather get a good, strong career and make decent money- be able to support his future family...which he WILL have someday.
He wants to save money for this. He wants to save up money, so when he goes to school, he isn't so stressed out about it. That's his goal. Okay. He has been working since the age of 14. For those of you who can't count, thats 5 years. He has been working for 5 years. You tell me what he has to show for it. Anything? What's wrong?? Can't think of a single thing?? Well he had a couple hundred in his savings. Which is gone. He has about 50 bucks in it now. But wait.. he DOES have something to show for it!! The biggest CD collection I have seen. It's not the worlds largest. Not the countries largest. Not Wisconsin's largest. Probably not even Madison's largest. Maybe the largest on our block, perhaps. But that is what he has to show for his years of work. Let's say he has...hmm... roughly 200 CDs, okay? They cost what? 12-20 bucks? Let's estimate and say 15 each. Lemme get out my fancy calculator here...that's $3,000. Hole. E. Shit.