*crackle*
I can't focus. Like at all.
So I guess I will just dump the 'mind junk' here.
Yesterday, before I went to work, Ecamer told me that his mom said she was proud of me for working so much overtime. I felt like walking across the street and slapping her. Any dummy can go in and work extra hours when they are offered. But it takes intellect and hard work to have the 3.8 GPA I had last semester when she was telling me I was worthless and bitching about how I should be working and quitting school. I am so full of anger when it comes to her that I can't even really think straight.
I gave Chewy a ride home on Thursday night. It was the first time we had alone time together since everything went to shit on Thanksgiving. He confided in me a few things... and it saddened me. Despite the whole ordeal with Elvis, I was really hoping Chewy had found his happiness. But he is just finding what I told him he would... No, I didn't say "I told you so". I just listened and was there for him because that's what friends do. They don't kick you while you are down. At least I don't anyway.
Yesterday, when I got off work, I met Yoshi for sushi. His treat. (I never turn down free sushi if I can help it.) It wasn't as good as the place I like to frequent, but the company was nice. As I was taking him home, he was telling me about how his boyfriend was looking to score some meth...
*blinks*
I don't know why he told me this. Maybe I look like a meth-head?
Anyway, after that he told me stories about meth-heads that made me shudder and wish I had not eaten. Gross stories that I wont share here because I really don't want to think too much about them.
*sigh* I feel scattered.
...I need to trim my bangs.
So I guess I will just dump the 'mind junk' here.
Yesterday, before I went to work, Ecamer told me that his mom said she was proud of me for working so much overtime. I felt like walking across the street and slapping her. Any dummy can go in and work extra hours when they are offered. But it takes intellect and hard work to have the 3.8 GPA I had last semester when she was telling me I was worthless and bitching about how I should be working and quitting school. I am so full of anger when it comes to her that I can't even really think straight.
I gave Chewy a ride home on Thursday night. It was the first time we had alone time together since everything went to shit on Thanksgiving. He confided in me a few things... and it saddened me. Despite the whole ordeal with Elvis, I was really hoping Chewy had found his happiness. But he is just finding what I told him he would... No, I didn't say "I told you so". I just listened and was there for him because that's what friends do. They don't kick you while you are down. At least I don't anyway.
Yesterday, when I got off work, I met Yoshi for sushi. His treat. (I never turn down free sushi if I can help it.) It wasn't as good as the place I like to frequent, but the company was nice. As I was taking him home, he was telling me about how his boyfriend was looking to score some meth...
*blinks*
I don't know why he told me this. Maybe I look like a meth-head?
Anyway, after that he told me stories about meth-heads that made me shudder and wish I had not eaten. Gross stories that I wont share here because I really don't want to think too much about them.
*sigh* I feel scattered.
...I need to trim my bangs.