December 21, 2007
I have been at Luke's for a week, and yesterday shit hit the ceiling fan. Both of us being passionate peple, we bickered. Not terribly unexpected. Yesterday started off really well. We woke up with no alarm, which was amazing. Then I got Starbucks... (I still need to pay him back for that.) I became super excited-happy-freakoutish. Nothing new there-- It may not happen often, but it does happen. He told me I was irritating, so I sulked in his car after he went in his apartment until I heard something moving in his console. Creepy. Then I went inside and avoided him for a while so I didn't fling pom seeds at his head. I finally calmed down and listened to music and felt the need to dance a little bit. So I took my laptop to his room and started dancing like a moron... Good times. Then Luke comes in and asks me what I'm breaking... And tells me I still have to work out. Well, dammit, dancing IS working out. And if he's unwiling to exercise, why should I want to go? Yeesh.
So we bickered again. Then my sister called me to say that my dad is in a chemically induced coma. Great. Then Luke and I had a serious discussion and decided that we weren't going to see each other again. After about ten minutes, I realized that we decide this all the time. lol And i mentioned that. And we laughed, and it felt all right for a while. Then I went to bed, and he came in and started getting shorts and a t-shirt on. Since he's been sleeping in his boxers and a t-shirt, I was a little confused, but not terribly surprised. I jokingly asked if I should sleep in the living room and he was like "If you don't mind." I was fucking floored. After a while, I realized he was serious and I may have maybe said some unkind, angry remark like "fuck you," maybe... Maybe two or three times, actually. Anyways, I was all set to leave. I was going to pack my shit and go wander around Jackson at two a.m. Luke didn't feel this was prudent, and decided to tell me he was not going to let me go. Fortunately, we didn't have to test each other because my sister called and calmed me down.
I have to admit that my sister is pretty darn good to me. She was all ready to show up with a big, angry black guy. lol So after laughing maybe a little hysterically, I was calm enough to not hate Luke's innards and stay the night. Grudgingly, he let me remain in his bed for the evening. I was proud. He actually made a decision and stuck with it. I don't like the decision... But I respect him for making one, finally. And he doesn't need to worry about going back on this decision, because once my big sister Kelly gets involved, it's all over. lol
Malcolm (a friend of mine) says that I'm allowed to be depressed over this for a bit, but I can't do the whole so-depressed-I'm-not-showering thing. *sigh* Everyone is so mean to me.