Wanna have a slumber party in my basement?
I don't know how I did it. But I got through work yesterday. I guess I did it because I love Celeste and don't mind covering for her, especially in her time of need. Or I guess that I love the Dougster, and when he calls me in - I'll go.
But I sped over from dance/workout class. I wasn't even wearing pants, I was still in workout tights. Luckily or unluckily I worked with Adam. And for most of the day I couldn't stand it. I just couldn't stand it. Somehow, nearly eight hours later, though....he seemed more like himself. More like the Adam I remember. He seemed angry at me that I wouldn't leave work and call someone in when I felt a little sick. But whatevs, I always feel like vomiting. *narrows eyes* That's how I know I worked hard enough.
Then we really didn't talk. Maybe it was because we were busy. But then I asked him (while he was doing the make line) if he was mad at me, and he said no. But he said that he was annoyed that I wouldn't go home even though I was sick. And he said something about how I won't get better unless I rest and all that...but who has time for rest? It's Reading Week, and I'm a senior. I don't do rest, right now. I appreciated his concern, though. But I get enough people worrying about me. Speaking of people being worried about me - I lost an entire size in the last four or five days. I had to wear my "super tight" (btw - which are now "just fitting") jeans today. And my ring won't stay on my finger anymore. I was so afraid it would fly off everytime I took my gloves off at work yesterday. But these jeans fit so weird. They're not big enough for my huge butt. Frowns. But the rest of them fit! Even the waist part fits. Ugh.
I digress.
Towards the end of the night, he seemed more like the Adam I remember. I even gave him the option of leaving a bit early - he had to teach a lesson and was going to be late. But he stayed. So at the end of the night after closing, I expected him to speed off. But he didn't. He waited for me to give him a hug. It was adorable. And it was like I started all over again. I don't know. I can't look at him without wishing we were together. I wonder if he still feels the same. Maybe. Maybe not. But that's not something I can concentrate on now. I need to work out and get ready for the NAU UNDIE RUN and for finals. I need to just not expect so much from him. I need to calm down.
Breathe.
But I sped over from dance/workout class. I wasn't even wearing pants, I was still in workout tights. Luckily or unluckily I worked with Adam. And for most of the day I couldn't stand it. I just couldn't stand it. Somehow, nearly eight hours later, though....he seemed more like himself. More like the Adam I remember. He seemed angry at me that I wouldn't leave work and call someone in when I felt a little sick. But whatevs, I always feel like vomiting. *narrows eyes* That's how I know I worked hard enough.
Then we really didn't talk. Maybe it was because we were busy. But then I asked him (while he was doing the make line) if he was mad at me, and he said no. But he said that he was annoyed that I wouldn't go home even though I was sick. And he said something about how I won't get better unless I rest and all that...but who has time for rest? It's Reading Week, and I'm a senior. I don't do rest, right now. I appreciated his concern, though. But I get enough people worrying about me. Speaking of people being worried about me - I lost an entire size in the last four or five days. I had to wear my "super tight" (btw - which are now "just fitting") jeans today. And my ring won't stay on my finger anymore. I was so afraid it would fly off everytime I took my gloves off at work yesterday. But these jeans fit so weird. They're not big enough for my huge butt. Frowns. But the rest of them fit! Even the waist part fits. Ugh.
I digress.
Towards the end of the night, he seemed more like the Adam I remember. I even gave him the option of leaving a bit early - he had to teach a lesson and was going to be late. But he stayed. So at the end of the night after closing, I expected him to speed off. But he didn't. He waited for me to give him a hug. It was adorable. And it was like I started all over again. I don't know. I can't look at him without wishing we were together. I wonder if he still feels the same. Maybe. Maybe not. But that's not something I can concentrate on now. I need to work out and get ready for the NAU UNDIE RUN and for finals. I need to just not expect so much from him. I need to calm down.
Breathe.