Almost Lost It

I have so much to write about, it's pathetic. Abbi kept telling me to write, but I've always had something else to do, y'know? I guess the only time I can begin writing a journal is chemistry lecture. Don't ask me why.

My hand is already tired of writing.

Yeah, so I left off two Thursdays ago. Fuck no. That can't be. No. Shit. Um. Wait! We're all good. I can remember shit. Holy fuck. I hate myself right now.

Anyway, the last journal left off Thursday morning. School was no biggie. After sociology class, which was just watching a documentary about North Korea, I took Dixboro in the direction of Abbi's house. I picked her up, we hit the gym, and neither of  us really knew what to do. It was our first time at the gym together, and it was Abbi's first time working out there. We felt kind of awkward and when we first arrived we just stood around.

Afterwards, I was going through the motions of bring Abbi back home, and I was going down Joy road. I just rounded the top of one of Joy's large hills when some chick in an SUV gunned out of her driveway. I had my headlights on, and before she floored it, I knew she saw me. I slammed on my brakes as hard as I could. I was going maybe sixty - tops - but my car couldn't stop. Thankfully Zippity slowed down just enough for her to whip into the other lane and straight out of my way. When the Milan finally pulled to a stop, I was resting right in front of her driveway. Only once we were completely stopped did I lay on my horn. I didn't have time to think until then. My body finally reacted - my hands shaking - as I started Zippity moving again.

I couldn't bring myself to bringing Abbi home right away. I jst filled up the car after picking Abbi up, but I had used a quarter tank during driving around - a block away from the road I always end up on when I go to Canton - and avoiding taking Abbi home and going home myself.

I closed Friday with Nate. Wes opened with Ralph or something. I dunno. But it was cool. I like closing with Opie. And it was an overall good night. I think. I don't actually remember anything.

Saturday, on the other hand, was not a good night overall. Well, it was fine until Dumb go to his prep. Owen clocked out, but Bernie showed up, and they were distracting the kid way too much. I went into the back where Abbi and Jake were way too often just to keep my head. When I can back up to check up on the idiot, he had Ben trying to figure out a sub and doing it wrong. I flipped out. I don't remember what I said, but it was something to do with how he had to read directions and get things done.

From what I heard, Owen was laughing because he's never seen me so angry. Then Dumb was laughing because he doesn't know how to think for himself. I'm not even sure if he took me seriously.

I retreated back to calm down. Talked with Abbi and Jake a bit more. Later, Jake pulled me into a half hug. He heard my rant and he knows where I'm coming from. But still ... Jake gave me a hug. I didn't bug him.

Abbi followed me home Saturday. On my way down Broad, I called up Olivia in intentions of picking her up. She didn't answer me. Called me back once Abbi and I were in my room. Convinced me to take Abbi to her. We did a lot of standing around at first, but then, since it was so cold, I suggested we move to my car. And we had a mini road trip.

Abbi and Olivia hit it off well. Like, really well. After we made it back to Olivia's house, we got to some music sharing and deeper talk. Olivia was trying to convince us to take time off school and work to go on a snowboarding trip. She's obsessed. And she's pretty damn good at manipulating. I mean, damn. If I didn't have such obligations, I'd be gone. Oh, and I felt like detaching myself form life so bad that night.

Sunday. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday.

Ah. Wednesday. Speech class was cool. I have a feeling I'm really going to enjoy this class. I keep saying that. I do enjoy speech class. Except all I can think of is how much I want to write up my final speech and perform it. I mean, I get t talk about rabbits!

Oh shoot. Wait. Monday and Tuesday. I don't remember which. But after four and five straight days of closing, I was done with people's shit. Although so is Nate. After everyone leaves, he finally speaks. "People are stupid." Then he gives me his reasons. But I agree. Yeah. New New though, he tends to get on everyone's nerves. I've been getting really snappy with him lately. Whatever day it was - Monday or Tuesday - I just got to the point of telling him to shut up and no one wants his opinion. This must have been Monday, because Nate was berating me for being so mean to him. Don't know why he cares so much.

After speech class, I quickly went out to Coney Island and bought myself way too much food. Even though I know Abbi was at work, I really wanted to text her everything while I was there. Like, I got a small garden salad, but it was huge and had bacon and hard boiled eggs. Don't get their fish sandwich, by the way. The mozzarella sticks, on the other hand ... I want those so bad right now.

Suppose I can be even later to work tonight? Hmm.... (written Tuesday, by the way)

Coding class was boring as hell. I forgot my laptop charger, so while I had my laptop, I knew it wouldn't last all class. So I used the desktop. I browsed Craigslist for a projector, I scrolled down Tumblr, I screwed around with my websites. I didn't really pay attention to lecture. After a bit, I just found the homework assignment and finished that. I had it submitted and perfect when the professor told us to start working on it. This class is just too easy.

I'll build a better HuckleBerry Farm website this week.

Hey - Thursday again! What the fuck happened Thursday? School. Gym. Oh, I remember something.

So we had this really annoying guy in my composition class. Class was cancelled Tuesday but that didn't mean anything to him I guess. He just doesn't shut up. Anyway, you know why class was cancelled?

When I left to pick Cara up, I take Dancer all the way down to Jackson. Dancer was awful. I was going 20-25 down my road and I still felt like it was too fast. Some idiot in a big truck rode right up on my ass. I reached the top of a hill, where it's a little wider, and pulled over to let him pass. He flew. Completely disappeared by the time I made it to the stop sign at Dexter-Chelsea. I took the next section of Dancer at 30-40 mph. I felt like I was going so fast. Almost like I was high all over again. Wake and bake for Abby. Haha no. I made it to the underpass at 94 and the cars were not moving. I nearly slipped off the road when turning on Jackson, and when I made it to Thornton Farms there was another parking lot. I knocked on Cara's door at 7:30. Not 7:15 or 7:20 as per usual. I was freaking out to Cara. I knew 94 was at a standstill, and while I know a plethora of ways to school, almost all of them are back ways. I wasn't going through downtown, but I was afraid of not main roads. I ended up taking Scio Church to Main (Nate tells me that's not Main, but I only just convinced him 23 doesn't go near Detroit after months, although he backtracked and told me he said 14 or 94 back then) to Stadium which merged with Washtenaw. I was five minutes late to lab. And you know what? Professor Rader said she wasn't keeping track of who was walking late that day. Her rating went up so high that day. Still don't like her, but I don't loathe her.

Yeah, so, Ally. She cancelled class. And the class know-it-all decided to have a long conversation with me. I couldn't get rid of him. Thankfully, once I finally got rid of him, I was able to get some chemistry lab homework done. That was fun. And nice.

Mmm ... Friday. It wasn't a bad day at all, but Wes kept me extremely late. Hit racks. Yay. He told me we needed to talk after the rush, and the first thing he asked me was if he needed to talk to Jon. He heard about Saturday. I mean, I kind of almost list it. I told Wes I'd trying figuring things out myself first. If I needed him to step in, I know Wes has my back. That's a good feeling.

Olivia bailed on Abbi and me for Saturday morning. I forgot her reasoning, but I'll admit it ticked me off. She's bailed on me alot. She's complained to me how Lindsey's done that to her more than a couple times. But it's okay if she does it to me? I think I've done it to her maybe once. I dunno. I was angry, though.

Abbi and I had a fun time, though. I left to pick her up way earlier than I needed to. THe roadsd weren't the best, even the expressway. My windshield wipers were being an ass, which made it even worse. The raod to the auction was a little scary. I felt like I was being pushed off the side of the road when other people approached on the other side of the road. And I was afraid Zippity would get stuck in the parking lot. It didn't. Thank the Air.

We went to the main office and I got my auction bidding number. I have my own now. Feels good.