Ninth Entry.
My weekend turned out to be far from boring as well. Despite working at the library for half of the day with a migraine, I was glad it went away by the time I met Hajime for lunch. I was able to finish the day in a lot better condition than I was in the morning, for that I am glad.
From work on Saturday, I ended up meeting Bunta on the way back and making sure he ate something. He seemed excited to talk about Hajime's lack of sex and drinking. I wouldn't understand why because I'm not Bunta. He enjoyed the fact that I had brought a gigantic bag of apple ricola with me. I don't have the money to keep paying for it though, so make the ricola I gave you last, alright Bunta?
After another early night, I ended up going to work again on sunday for awhile, but not like I had to on Saturday. I get out of work to find that Hajime had been pranked by Niou. I made the mistake of heading over with some alcohol, but it managed to calm him down enough to where he wasn't going to kill everything that so much as breathed.
Sengoku-kun, thank you for helping me restrain him. I appreciate the help a lot. I must admit that I did learn something though. That something is never giving Hajime enough alcohol to even get him remotely close to being drunk.
Now that I'm out of my only class for the day though, I can at least try to relax for the rest of the day. Not that the class was terribly hard. We ended up playing this game. Preforming therapy sessions on plushies because he wanted to judge our ability to react to different situations and findings. The only one I didn't manage to finish was the turtle because he need lots of time in order to help him at one point. Otherwise, the game wasn't that bad, I suppose.
The party was a complete and utter failure. It was good to see all of us together though, like back in middle school. Maybe the next one will go better with Yagyuu there. I ended up crashing on Genichirou's couch because he didn't trust me walking down the hall to my own room. Bunta may've sneaked in the beer, but I was actually smart enough to not repeat what had had happened last time I drank. All I had was a migraine the next day, instead of the most miserable hangover of my life.
I just wish we could've provided a far better welcome for Jackal than what we did.
Meanwhile, Seiichi is still ignoring me, and I'm tempted to just not try anymore. It's a bit depressing, considering that we were good friends at one point, though times do change. The most I can hope is that the rift between us gets fixed someday. It's getting to the point where I'd rather hear him yell at me, rather than this silent treatment though. I've got a few things I need to tell him, but am starting to doubt that he'll ever find out exactly what I need to tell him.
Even though he's making an attempt to seemingly push me from his life, I can't help but be concerned. I hope he starts getting well soon, and gains some weight back, judging from what I've heard. It pains me that I can't actually play the part of a concerned friend, because any attempt I make will be ignored.
From work on Saturday, I ended up meeting Bunta on the way back and making sure he ate something. He seemed excited to talk about Hajime's lack of sex and drinking. I wouldn't understand why because I'm not Bunta. He enjoyed the fact that I had brought a gigantic bag of apple ricola with me. I don't have the money to keep paying for it though, so make the ricola I gave you last, alright Bunta?
After another early night, I ended up going to work again on sunday for awhile, but not like I had to on Saturday. I get out of work to find that Hajime had been pranked by Niou. I made the mistake of heading over with some alcohol, but it managed to calm him down enough to where he wasn't going to kill everything that so much as breathed.
Sengoku-kun, thank you for helping me restrain him. I appreciate the help a lot. I must admit that I did learn something though. That something is never giving Hajime enough alcohol to even get him remotely close to being drunk.
Now that I'm out of my only class for the day though, I can at least try to relax for the rest of the day. Not that the class was terribly hard. We ended up playing this game. Preforming therapy sessions on plushies because he wanted to judge our ability to react to different situations and findings. The only one I didn't manage to finish was the turtle because he need lots of time in order to help him at one point. Otherwise, the game wasn't that bad, I suppose.
The party was a complete and utter failure. It was good to see all of us together though, like back in middle school. Maybe the next one will go better with Yagyuu there. I ended up crashing on Genichirou's couch because he didn't trust me walking down the hall to my own room. Bunta may've sneaked in the beer, but I was actually smart enough to not repeat what had had happened last time I drank. All I had was a migraine the next day, instead of the most miserable hangover of my life.
I just wish we could've provided a far better welcome for Jackal than what we did.
Meanwhile, Seiichi is still ignoring me, and I'm tempted to just not try anymore. It's a bit depressing, considering that we were good friends at one point, though times do change. The most I can hope is that the rift between us gets fixed someday. It's getting to the point where I'd rather hear him yell at me, rather than this silent treatment though. I've got a few things I need to tell him, but am starting to doubt that he'll ever find out exactly what I need to tell him.
Even though he's making an attempt to seemingly push me from his life, I can't help but be concerned. I hope he starts getting well soon, and gains some weight back, judging from what I've heard. It pains me that I can't actually play the part of a concerned friend, because any attempt I make will be ignored.