Day Made Better

My slightly early day meant nothing for Sunday night. I managed to stay up until four in the morning watching Fast Times because I told Wes I would finish it. I woke up at either one or two - I don't know which - and immediately started working on the pool. Well, I got dressed first. I don't usually get dressed until I have somewhere to go. But, since I knew this week is supposed to be cool, I opened my window, deemed it warm outside, but only put on capris. When I took care of the rabbits right afterwards, I was nearly shivering, but once I got to pulling the pool out of the various places it's stashed away, I felt better. Ben walked out of the house to tell me where the tarp was to put underneath and he ended up helping for the next hour it took to put it up. He helped me carry all the poles. Which meant all I really had to do was smooth out the pool in its spot and put the poles together.

Mom asked if Ben had helped or hindered and I told her that he was extremely helpful; I would have been able to put up the pool without him. I may have, but it would have been a pain in the ass, and I doubt I would have been able to finish it before I had to leave for work.

I knew I left my Peace Tea from the day before in the fridge, but I bought another one at the gas station and I ended up going through both. I was really thirst and hungry all day. Not to mention sick of everything there and I wanted to leave and not do anything. I'm pretty sure I complained about that all day. I kept telling anyone that would listen that I couldn't wait for the road trip Abbi and I are planning and put out various reasons why every time I brought it up. One that really got me excited was that I wasn't going to see pizza for nine or ten days. Why is that exciting?

It was a pretty good crew yesterday. I was pulled in at four because Ralph said that Mondays have been getting busier earlier, but for the hour I was there before everyone, not much happened at all. I wasn't able to much start on the hit racks that needed starting and finishing, but I didn't have much drive to work on those anyway. We also had a full crew. Kayla was up front with me, and I swear she gets better and better every day. Sarah was on the phones, Jazmin was on cut table and had bread sticks, and Dumb was in the back. But Dumb is kind of growing on me somehow. Then Nate and Justin were driving.

Every single time that Justin was gone, someone mentioned how annoying he was. Usually Kayla or Nate. Justin has a habit of getting right in your face, and that's something that makes both me and Opie really uncomfortable. When Dumb questioned what Opie meant by that when he was ranting about Justin, Nate did it right to Dumb and I don't know how the kid didn't take a few steps back. Nate somehow even made himself taller. I had to explain things to Justin at least twice in order for it to take effect in his head. I told him that we needed ham sliced for up front, told him how to do it, and he followed up with a string of questions that pretty much reiterated what I had just told him. I mean, there's more, but Nate and I had a long conversation talking about how much we did not enjoy him working there.

Jon kept moving my drink all night, and I got to the point where I would say that I'd punch whomever was doing it in the face. He'd reply so innocently every time I said that, though, that I never did. I grumbled about it one time and he told me that I better watch out because he rufied my drink. I don't know the immediate conversation after that, but once I walked up front I said that I'd have to call my girlfriend to come get it, and Kayla replied without blinking that she'd call Abbi right up. I didn't tell her, but she's a smart cookie.

I was also telling Kayla how stupid I still felt for having that crush on Nate for so long. He said something douchey before he left on a delivery, and I said, "How did I ever like him?" Kayla was surprised that I had a thing for Nate. She said that she thought it was Zach at first, but when they had that questioning session a while ago (her and Sarah), I replied negatively. Then she said she thought it was Matt. He's pretty much my only guy-friend, but I have absolutely no romantic or sexual feelings toward him.

Also that night, Justin asked me where one of the roads were, I told him to look it up, and he said that it was just easier to ask me. I took one gander at the map wall and immediately told him where it was, because I had an ex that lived there. "You had a boyfriend?" he asked me. "I've never had a girlfriend." He had quite a stupid grin on his face, but it wiped right off when I said, "I have." I don't think he knew I was serious for a bit. "Hey, don't judge," Kayla said in my defense. He went on a whole rant about how weird I was at that point, bringing in my rabbits as well. Yeah, okay, tell me something new. But I love my rabbits and I love my Abbi, and there's nothing you can say that will shame me about them, alright?

I think the only thing I get defensive and angry about personally is honesty. Which brings up a lot of red flags in my mind. Because if I truly believed I was as truthful as I say I am, then I wouldn't have a problem, right? But I have a huge problem. And I don't know how to fix that. I don't quite know what the problem is in order to fix it, y'know?

After everyone left that night, Nate asked me if I had even checked over Justin's stuff. I told him I had, but it turns out that Justin didn't do a single thing that I asked him to do the last time I went back there to look everything over. I'm going to kill that guy. I hope Nate took care of what he pointed out, because I didn't.

The two of us didn't get out of there until after eleven, and I don't even know why. I mean, I had Nate go to the store to pick up some stuff we were out of. I got two calls right at the same time. One for a spinach deluxe pizza, which is so new I don't even know what is on it (white sauce, feta, spinach, black olives, and she didn't want mushrooms). And I also got a coney dog pizza. Which, granted, is a very good pizza. But it was about a half hour until close and I had the other pizza and Nate was still at the store getting coney dog sauce. The pizza is a pain to make, okay?

I got the spinach deluxe done first, since I had everything. It requires a lot of prep work, so the lady walked in before it was even made. I was working on the coney dog pizza (I could only slap it out and cut the hot dogs to pieces as I waited for Nate), but as soon as Nate walked in, I threw it together as quickly as I could. Turns out, we were out of mustard, too.

Both people were friendly enough. I apologized to the coney dog dude that there wasn't a lot of mustard, but I hadn't realized we needed it. Kayla didn't tell me when she made a coney dog pizza earlier.

And then I got a phone call as the coney dog pizza was going through the oven - about ten minutes before close - for another pizza. It's a guy that Abbi's not overly fond of, and I was not happy at all.

I didn't end up cleaning the store until close, which is highly unusual for me. I did half of the sweeping for Nate instead of counting money right away, and when he gave me a weird look for it I explained to him that it was more time effective if I swept first.

See, Abbi and I were texting all day again, though I could barely get back to her in a timely fashion. I told her of the day I was having, and she told me that I should come over that night and "help her with chemistry." It got me so excited. I couldn't help but smile for the rest of the night and impatiently wait for Nate to get his shit done.

Oh, I also found evidence of the Mishapocalypse that night at work. I was going through all the ones and I found at least six bills with "Are you Misha Collins?" scrawled on them. I got up and asked Nate if he knew of the Mishapocalypse and I eventually gave up explaining things to him. I wanted to trade a one for one of the Misha ones, but I ended up stealing a one. I'll give back a one tonight.

Straight after work, I started up my car, blasted the radio (it was a slow song, but with a strong base beat and Nate was rave-dancing to it outside before I left), and took off for Abbi's house. My original plan was to go home and start filling up the pool, but this was much, much better.

The two of us didn't really go to sleep. Why am I not surprised? She has insomnia - actually diagnosed I believe - and I guess my inability to sleep is pretty much insomnia as well. I always thought everyone took a long, long time to fall asleep. Ah ... no. We snuggled, talked, and didn't sleep. I told her that I rarely, ever made the first move and that I was just as afraid as her to kiss her. And I don't even know why! I want to. She wants to. But we won't because we're afraid. I mean, I kissed her at Alyssa's house when she left, but ohmydear. And, so, I tried to kiss her last night, but I couldn't see and I'm as awkward as hell and ... it didn't happen. *insert incompetent babbling here*

For probably the first time ever with an actual alarm clock, I didn't hear hers go off. I only woke up when she poked me awake after she got breakfast. And it took forever to wake up enough to move. Although that mostly meant sprawling across her bed and petting her back as she ate. I followed her out of the house and ended up home. I started filling the pool up with water and went back to bed. An hour later I went out to smooth out wrinkles, but I forgot how to do it and I completely failed. Didn't help the water level was too deep in most places and didn't exist in others. So I went back to bed until about two. Don't even know how that happened.

Now there's about a foot or so of water in the pool and it's already getting cloudy and I should stop listening to music and writing this journal and so some homework for government so I don't flunk the first test. Got another Dollhouse marathon with Alyssa tomorrow. Yay. :)

SONG OF THE DAY: Roxanne ~ Police