WHAT A LOAD
Okay....well...today was okay. I simply dreaded going to Accounting class this morning. My professor gave us this Exam on Friday, and like NO ONE finished the test. We had like 5 application problems and like 30 multiple choice questions. I felt like I did horrible. And today....he didn't even have them graded. He was like, "It's called a challenge!" Ugh. The bastard.
John came over today. I've been feeling like shit for like the past two weeks. And last night got the best of me. So I guess he just came over today to just check up on me a little bit. (Sweet, eh?) I have a 5 hour break before my 5pm class....so I decided to study a little bit b/c I had a test in that class. Well...John just decided to stay a loooooooooooooooong time. Being a private investigator. I understand that he was concerned and all....but geez. He thinks that my "problem" involves him...but it doesn't. I think he's caught onto that...b/c he started asking if it included a dude from another area college.
DUN DUN DUN. I go to the doctor tomorrow. I'm serioulsy dreading it. Hope my BP isn't up. I've been stressed out for soooooooooooooooooo long. Hope all goes well.
I honestly think that I'm tired from this weekend. My fiance' called me while I was taking a nap on Saturday. I could tell that something was wrong. He just said to come get him because his aunt had died. Now see....we both live in Tyler now, but I was visiting Longview for the weekend. So I drove all the way to Tyler, picked him up and drove all the way back to Longview. I felt so bad. I didn't know what to do. To see him cry just killed me. If he hurts, then I hurt. So I took him to where everyone was at. I believe he got to view the body before the funeral home took her away. I just stayed in the car. Let him have some time to himself and family members. So...we went to his other aunts house...and again...I stayed in the car. Then I finally got outta the car. I had never seen him so attached to me. He and his mom are on bad terms, so he came to my house and spent the night. Surprisingly, my pops was cool with him sleeping over. So...I knew that I had to be with Courtney (my fiance'), so a little after midnight, I called my job, and took a personal absence, and told them that I wouldn't be able to come in on Sunday. So we get up on Sunday morning, I took him by his mom's place so he could take a shower (silly huh?). I later on went to his other aunts house because that's where he went after he left his mom's place. We stayed there most of the evening, and didn't get back to Tyler until about 7:30. He came over to my apartment for a little while, and then I took him back to his place. As soon as I pulled up to the front of his place, he got REALLY sad. He was doing fine all day...he actually laughed and talked a little bit...up until I had to drop him off. I'm thinking that he may be the type of person that temporarily needs someone to be there nearly all the time in their time of trouble. I hated leaveing him. He had this orange shirt/jersey...since Saturday....everywhere we went...he left it in my car. I reminded him to get it when he got outta my car to leave Sunday, and he was like, "Man, forget that shirt." Did his Aunt Keisha (the one that passed) give it to him? I don't know how comfortable I am with his shirt being with me. HOWEVER....it does smell good.
John came over today. I've been feeling like shit for like the past two weeks. And last night got the best of me. So I guess he just came over today to just check up on me a little bit. (Sweet, eh?) I have a 5 hour break before my 5pm class....so I decided to study a little bit b/c I had a test in that class. Well...John just decided to stay a loooooooooooooooong time. Being a private investigator. I understand that he was concerned and all....but geez. He thinks that my "problem" involves him...but it doesn't. I think he's caught onto that...b/c he started asking if it included a dude from another area college.
DUN DUN DUN. I go to the doctor tomorrow. I'm serioulsy dreading it. Hope my BP isn't up. I've been stressed out for soooooooooooooooooo long. Hope all goes well.
I honestly think that I'm tired from this weekend. My fiance' called me while I was taking a nap on Saturday. I could tell that something was wrong. He just said to come get him because his aunt had died. Now see....we both live in Tyler now, but I was visiting Longview for the weekend. So I drove all the way to Tyler, picked him up and drove all the way back to Longview. I felt so bad. I didn't know what to do. To see him cry just killed me. If he hurts, then I hurt. So I took him to where everyone was at. I believe he got to view the body before the funeral home took her away. I just stayed in the car. Let him have some time to himself and family members. So...we went to his other aunts house...and again...I stayed in the car. Then I finally got outta the car. I had never seen him so attached to me. He and his mom are on bad terms, so he came to my house and spent the night. Surprisingly, my pops was cool with him sleeping over. So...I knew that I had to be with Courtney (my fiance'), so a little after midnight, I called my job, and took a personal absence, and told them that I wouldn't be able to come in on Sunday. So we get up on Sunday morning, I took him by his mom's place so he could take a shower (silly huh?). I later on went to his other aunts house because that's where he went after he left his mom's place. We stayed there most of the evening, and didn't get back to Tyler until about 7:30. He came over to my apartment for a little while, and then I took him back to his place. As soon as I pulled up to the front of his place, he got REALLY sad. He was doing fine all day...he actually laughed and talked a little bit...up until I had to drop him off. I'm thinking that he may be the type of person that temporarily needs someone to be there nearly all the time in their time of trouble. I hated leaveing him. He had this orange shirt/jersey...since Saturday....everywhere we went...he left it in my car. I reminded him to get it when he got outta my car to leave Sunday, and he was like, "Man, forget that shirt." Did his Aunt Keisha (the one that passed) give it to him? I don't know how comfortable I am with his shirt being with me. HOWEVER....it does smell good.