Date Night

I work too much. Seriously, though, I don't know how I haven't gone insane. Maybe it's because I don't deal with the customers as often anymore. When I worked phones consistently, I absolutely hated going in some days. I wonder if it's because I top more often than not or if it's because Kevin's pessimistic outlook on the job is removed from the work environment. I'm not really sure where things changed at all.

In ten days, I would have worked at Classic Pizza for a year. I still love the job, at least most of the time. Of course I get pissed off sometimes. I get angry relatively easily. I retain that anger for too long. Maybe it has something to do with catharsis. Psychology really does apply to real life. No, seriously, it does. I fucking love psychology. I didn't expect that from me.

I didn't work today, though. Sunday is currently a day I consistently get off, and I appreciate it. It's nice to have a fucking day to not have to worry about school or work. Although ... I'm thinking Sunday may be my date night. Oh good golly.

First I need to start where I left off. Which was Wednesday. I typed that last journal up between my calculus and composition classes. I think it's because I was in such a sour mood that the tone of the journal is so down. Because I honestly don't feel like that anymore. I feel happy again, though there can be many factors involved in this.

After I finished the journal, I met up with Cara and Amber in pi hall. We talked for a little bit, but because I was hungry I suggested we go out and eat. Amber came up with Noodles and Co, and she drove. I didn't drive for once. Usually I'm the one behind the wheel. It was a nice change, though. We ate, I felt a little better, and then it was back to school.

My composition class was simply learning that we could write a review essay for our last essay and then writing two argumentative essays. One positive review, and one negative review. I read both of mine out to the class, and both times everyone liked what I wrote. My positive review was about Brandon Sanderson, because he's my favorite author for a reason. Not only did Mr. Thompson say that he needed to add Sanderson to his list of authors to read, but another guy in the class as well. I feel like I did well by Sanderson. My negative review was about X-Men Origins: Wolverine. For obvious reasons. That movie was not a very good movie. I think what my actual essay is going to be about, though, is Gambit. I'm going to explain why he's such an awesome character, and since I role play him, I know him a little too well. I can easily get three to five pages out of that, especially since I need to add background information. I'm rather excited to start that essay.

Good golly, I actually like writing essays for this class. The second one sucked, the third one has helped me a lot in my pathway through college, but the first one and this last one should be nice. I feel like I'm writing more stories than essays, though. That helps a lot. I actually want to write about this shit.

Once class was out, I think I went straight home. I don't really remember what I did, but I know I didn't stop in at Classic. Good thing, too. Apparently it was a very slow night, and Abbi left at eight. I was still nearly falling asleep in class at eight. We were texting throughout class, though. Oh. I wonder ... haha. I'm silly.

Thursday was rather interesting. I got through the chemistry lecture, though it was all about the gas laws. Bleh. I don't like this part of chemistry at all. Actually, most of what we're doing isn't chemistry I particularly enjoy. What has happened? Life! I accuse you!

I went to the computer commons to type up my writing center assignment after class, got that all done and printed out. Eric more or less tried to ask me out during lecture, but I told him I already had plans. And believe me, once I finished the writing center assignment, instantly got it checked off (seriously, everyone I encounter in the writing center tells me I know what I'm doing - duh), and then set off to pick Abbi up from school. I had told her that I was kidnapping her and taking her somewhere. Well, I took her to Tinseltown in Chelsea. And we played around. I got a couple pictures. It was fun.

When we got there, there were two other teenagers around the playground. We didn't really run into each other, since Tinseltown is huge, but I didn't care to keep my voice down. And I have a loud voice. It rather surprises me.

What the fuck is up with me and my affinity to the word "rather?" I don't even know.

Eventually, though, the two apparently just leaped into their car and took off. Which left Abbi and me alone at a child's play structure. I had to take her home and go to work, though. :/ I think I found a good hangout spot for next time we decide to do something like that, though. Or maybe ... OH! Good golly, I can't skip ahead of myself.

Work was, well, work. I topped a lot of pizzas, yippee. Wes was really quiet, though, because he wasn't feeling well. And even though Matt was working, it was kind of quiet in the shop. That doesn't happen often, and it kind of annoys me when we're not really busy. We're a loud bunch, okay?

Friday I got up, went to the library to get the book I've been meaning to get for about a month now. I just recently discovered that Dexter had it, when I was under the impression that nearly no library had the book. So that's sitting in my room now. Unread. It's a very big book. I was not expecting that, since it's supposed to be one of the smallest in the whole series, especially once Sanderson takes over.

After the library is when my little trip into town got interesting.

I needed hay. My rabbits were getting a little too skinny outside, and I knew they needed some added roughage to keep their diets under control. Getting hay through Jake was turning out to be a disaster, and I can't much find hay anywhere else. That drought this summer, as well as an early frost, killed many chances for good hay. Everyone's trying to get it because there's a shortage.

Well, I went to the Dexter Mill, and when I walked in, I told the guy that asked me if I needed anything that I needed hay. "Oh, we have straw," he told me. He then went to explain that they had hay as well, but it was "really expensive" and it was meant for rabbits and some other animals I don't remember. I told him that was what I needed. Alright, he told me, that's twelve dollars. I was expecting to pay seven dollars for a bale, which is bad enough. Twelve dollars, though? If my rabbits didn't need it so bad, I would have walked out then and there. That's insanity. Eventually he got the hint that I knew what I was talking about, especially once I mentioned that my rabbits were kind of starving.

Then I had to go outside and talk with other workers. The first person that approached me asked what I needed. I told her I needed a bale of hay. She asked me if I meant straw. No ... hay. After, like, a little mini-debate, she said she'd go around back and get me a bale. Then a whole swarm of fucking workers came out of the mill. One guy particularly asked me what I needed. I told him that someone was already getting me a bale of hay. He then had the ... brass? I don't even know. But he pointed to a stack of straw bales, and told me they were hay. I told him flat-out, "That looks like straw to me."

I don't know what these people were trying to pull on me. They didn't want to sell me hay, which I guess is meant for customers that buy in bulk for horses and cows or whatever. But once I bought the hay, apparently they figured I didn't know the difference between hay and straw. What do you think I grew up in? A city? Well, you'd be right, but I'll be fucking damned if I didn't know the difference between the two.

And now I'm going through a leaf a day between four rabbits. I didn't expect to go through so much so quickly. I'm going to have to find another outlet, because I'm not buy multiple bales at twelve dollars a bale. Plus, I'm going to have to restock of food sometime soon, and I'll drop another fifty or so there.

You really don't make money breeding rabbits.

My mom called me while I was dealing with the mill workers, and I knew I had to pick up the dog. Unfortunately, I didn't grab the money she set out for the dog before I left for town, so I had to drive back home to pick that up, and then grab the dog. She really is a whole new dog when she gets a haircut.

After all that, I Windex'd the windows of the Milan. When I was backing up in the parking lot of the county hall whatever after voting, I couldn't see out of the back window at all. Half of the time I couldn't see out of the windows if the sun was shining directly on them. So I Windex'd them inside and out, and I got to say, I did a poor job keeping the streaks under control, but at least I can see out of my car when I'm driving. And when I use the windshield wipers, I feel like the wipers work a lot better after I cleaned the glass outside. I don't know if it's true or not.

I think I was helping Mom out with something, but then I had to go pick up Galya from school. Really, I wish we talked as much as we did a few weeks ago. But after everything went down between me, her, Abbi, and Nate, things have been a lot different. So I insisted that I pick her up and we hit Foggy Bottom. Which we did. We met up with Abbi and Bethany there after talking with them out in the parking lot at school, but we had to go to work at four.

Friday was busy. Like, nothing bad really happened at all, but we just had a really long, intense rush. It wasn't terrible, though. It started out really calm, actually. Ralph had me go in the back and roll out bread sticks, despite the fact that we nearly had a whole rack when he told me to do so. We got slammed, though, and they needed to pull me back up front. I ended up doing probably a whole rack. It doesn't bother me anymore, though. Which is a good thing.

I got to see Dewey sometime this week. Zach was telling me that there was going to be a homecoming party at Dewey's house this Saturday, and that I should ask Dewey if I could come. I did end up texting Dewey, telling him that the days he came into work were the only days I got off, and he told me that he'd come in one of the days I work, promise. He was so cute, though, and I told him. His reply was thanks. XD When he came into work, I got to give him a high-five. Plus, I got a hug from Abbi that day, too. And Zach. Ben stole my tip Friday, and I'm still pissed off at him for that, and Jake tried cheering me up, but he kind of fails at that. Zach, Abbi, and Dewey made the night better though. Abbi always makes the night better. Always.

Saturday I had to wake semi-early so that I could cash my check and clip Harleen's toenails. Someone had called during work Friday and asked to see Harleen for her grandchild. They ended up actually coming over and buying her. I didn't expect to sell Harleen for a while. I kind of wanted to show her.

The last show of the year is running from 24 to 25 November. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be at my family's. I'm kind of annoyed. Like, sure, I don't have Harleen to show anymore, but I want to see if I can tattoo Jay and show him. Just to see if he'll get disqualified because of his nose and tail. And I want to register Puddin before something happens to her. Like her getting fat. She's a senior now. I'm going to see if I can get to Lansing Sunday morning. I requested most of that week off of work. I fucking deserve it, man. Even if I'm going to spend most of it in family hell.

Although Katie's coming back to Michigan, and we're trying to plan a little party Wednesday night, since that's the night most of us will be able to do anything. Not sure how that's working out. Besides, Bethany is included and Abbi's not. Maybe I'm just annoyed with this because I'm close to Abbi and not even close to Bethany at all. I dunno. Abbi's their friend, too, and she fits in better with us. In my opinion.

After Harleen was sold Saturday, I had to watch my brothers. I ended up figuring out my tentative schedule for next semester. I better get the classes I want, because there's only three sections of General Chemistry II. If I can't get one of these classes (I plan on taking five next semester), I'm kind of screwed. Because I tried to get everything down to three days next semester. Which means I won't be able to work Wednesday or Thursday next semester. If that means I have to work the other five days, I'll be pissed. For various reasons.

One of which, I don't get a day to unwind or a day to dedicate to mostly homework. Like, Sunday and Saturday are the days I get everything done. For Psychology, at least. Secondly, there is no way that I should have to work all three weekend days. We're required to work one weekend day. That's mandatory. Working all three is fucked up, since that's still the only time I can really hang out with people. Which brings me to my third reason, which I can't yet explain. Damn you chronological order.

Getting there, though.

Saturday was one weird hell of a day. At work, at least.

First of all, I'm the only person that's required to come in at four. Jake did this Saturday, but he ended up snoozing in his truck. Usually it's just me, Wes, and the opening driver. Which happened to be Owen, I do believe.

Second, the computer system decided to crap out on us midway through a rush. Wes and I already had five or six tickets hanging up, each with at least one pizza on them. Wes had to deal with the system crash, leaving me to deal with slapping, saucing and cheesing, and topping the pizzas. Usually that isn't a huge deal, but that's only when we're slow. Which we weren't. Almost as soon as the computers decided to crash, the phone lines filled up. Abbi and Galya ended up having to take orders by hand. Meanwhile, I was alone up front trying to work as fast, yet as cleanly, as I could.

It was kind of awful. Playing catch-up after that was a bitch. Abbi said it was rather stressful on the customer service side of it. I bet. I hate dealing with people.

Once work slowed down, and Erich took over, I got my prep finished, clocked out, and then helped Abbi with hers. For some reason she gets mock-angry at me for "working" off the clock. I do it all the time when I hang out with Erich and Opi after I clock out. I take phones, help Erich top and slap, and help Nate in the back. Nate could take phones, as could Erich, but I dunno why I do it.

Besides, I was kidnapping Abbi again. We ended up swinging by her house and eating dinner there, but then we spent the night here. We watched the Pokemon movie, slept together on my bed, and got awoken by a Puddin alarm clock. Honestly, that rabbit was a spazz last night. She's usually not such a bad rabbit anymore.

We had to wake up early so that I could take Abbi to her girl scouts thing, but since she left her shoes at her house, we had to stop by there first. I drive fast, but we were still ten minutes late. It was kind of the theme of the day, though.

I didn't go back to bed when I got back home. I was driving around in my pajamas, didn't give a fuck, but I had stuff to do. I did my psychology assignment, took a shower, and wrote a little bit for my composition essay. After the shower, my muscles felt a lot better. I worked out on Friday night, could barely get three rounds in twenty minutes, and I felt it so bad.

Friday I went under the counter to get to the Skittles, and I can't bend my knees without intense pain. This better go away tomorrow. Usually that's the case, but when it's this bad, I still kind of feel it the third day. It'll disappear by tomorrow night, at least.

I need to work out again. I didn't last night, and I don't want to go through this pain again. It fucking hurts.

After that, though, I left. Jeff and I had rescheduled our date to Sunday, and since nothing new came up, we went on with it. I got to Ann Arbor about the time we needed to meet up, so I was, like, ten minutes late to our meeting place. Though when I got there, I realized that he texted me and told me he'd be late as well. I didn't feel so bad about it after that.

Oh. My. Dear.

So, I haven't been on a whole lot of dates in my life. Seriously, I haven't had a good relationship yet. I've had crushes, i.e. Tyler, Tiller, and Nate, and I've had boyfriends, but those never ... overlapped.

When Jeff and I text, he makes me happy. When I met him today, he made me even happier. He was such an easy person to talk to, he's very open-minded, and it was just a wonderful time. We mostly walked around downtown, he bought an album, I bought a comic, and then we walked. We ended up in a little garden thing and talked there for an hour or so. Once the sun started setting, though, we started moving again. I get cold easily. But he didn't impose physical intimacy or wasn't expectant of anything. I got to be myself. He learned right off the bat that I can't contain my swearing. He told me that he usually cusses a storm, too, but he wanted to make a good impression.

And then at some point we got to a conversation about how I say "good golly." He said it was adorable. Teehee. But it came to the point where we said imagine if someone said that in bed. And he actually explained what his reaction would be. Maybe it's because I'm used to those types of conversations at work, maybe it was that I actually felt comfortable talking about a lot with him, but that wasn't an uncomfortable conversation at all. I kept laughing about it as we were walking, and I couldn't stop saying "golly." Which made us laugh even harder.

He lent me his coat at some point after the courtyard, because I couldn't get warm again. He claims he's a very warm person, and I really want to get to know that better. I really want to see him again. We visited the museum, I got to see bones, and we just got to ... talk. Get to know each other even better. I really enjoyed that date, man.

When he had to leave for his study group, we hugged. He has nice hugs, too. But it was a hug. I like that he's not pushing me into anything and he's taking this at a slow pace. Because I don't know if I'm ready to be extremely intimate. For some reason, I have a pretty strong touch barrier. Sure, I slap people on the shoulders, I enjoy hugs a lot, but I generally do refrain from touching people. For some reason, it just bothers me.

I'm thinking we'll be doing another date next Sunday.

You learn to like someone's personality, and everything about that person becomes beautiful. He's maybe not the best looking guy, but I loved today.

Afterwards, I had to do some Christmas shopping to cover up the fact that I'd been in Ann Arbor since noon. Didn't get home until, like, five thirty. I got Joe, Mom, Eric, and tentatively Dana covered. Now I just got to figure out what to get Ben, which is apparently going to be a puzzle, and then Dad. I have no idea what to get him. Plus, Abbi. I mean, c'mon. And maybe even Jeff.... If things continue to go well with us.

I've just been abandoned a few too many times to count my chickens before they hatch. I've been forgotten and shunted aside.

SONG OF THE DAY: The Wicked End ~ Avenged Sevenfold