Midnight Arrival

I didn't finish my extremely angsty journal yesterday and I should keep it that way. I still agree with everything I wrote and lamented over, but now my mood's lifted and I prefer this. It's happy.

Well, I went to school and attended calculus like any other Wednesday. I went through the lesson without any difficulty. I mean, I wrote all of yesterday's journal through lecture. Lectured ended kind of abruptly, too. I turned around to Tyrone next to me and asked if that was it. We were taking derivatives in the y and x direction, ignoring the other variable as a constant that we weren't deriving. I like taking derivatives, so the classwork was quick and easy.

I think I was out of class at ten-thirty. Instead of going straight to the testing center to take my calculus test, I decided to take a little break and crossed the bridge to the computer commons in the GM building. I checked my email, briefly scrolled through Tumblr, and scanned Craigslist for apartments for rent. I don't want things to go there, but I'd rather be prepared and I was still upset. Upset as in still throwing a fit.

After catching up online and quickly growing bored, I hiked through the LA building to the Student Center and was reminded by the dozens of booths of the transfer fair. Still, I went to the testing center and got my calculus test. Most of it was easy. There were two problems out of the six pages I don't ever remember seeing. I didn't even try them. Everything else, though, he gave us on his green cheat sheets. Most of the test turned out to be plug and chug. For the questions I answered, I feel like I did really well. I'm hoping for a good grade overall.

Straight after I turned in my test, I went downstairs to where the transfer fair booths were, found Grand Valley, and talked to the adviser. She asked me what she could help me with and it took a little second for me to remember. I quickly did remember everything and asked her question after question. I asked about how to transfer, what classes I should look into taking ... and she really helped me out. I've got a couple more pages to bookmark for Grand Valley. I also asked her if it was possible for me - a technical upperclassman - and a freshman could room together. Hmm. I wonder whom I could be speaking about. Her response was that it was possible, yet difficult. We'd have to get our housing applications, with requests to live together, soon.

I asked Abbi if she's applied to Grand Valley yet ... and no. Looks like we've got an application adventure to go on. Because I'd very much like to live with her and I'd very much like to get those applications in ASAP.

I grabbed one of every pamphlet on the Grand Valley table, and then took my leave to the bottom floor under Pi Hall. Because there's tables there much, much quieter than the bottom floor of the Student Center. I still had to work on my chemistry lab I needed to turn in that day.

I don't know how long I sat at that table struggling, but I never figured out how to do the calculations required to set up a results table and answer the entire point of the lab in my conclusion. I'm not getting a good grade in this lab, but I figure some grade is better than no grade like last semester.

Nick visited me during my struggles and provided a little break in the frustration with a friendly but socially awkward conversation. Once Nick left, Darrel showed up. Thankfully he didn't last long.

Essentially giving up on my lab, I ripped it out of my lab notebook and took it up to the second floor to Dr. Rader's mailbox. She snuck up behind me as I was leaving. All she did was say hi, but it still made me uncomfortable.

I was quiet happy when I walked out of the building to where I parked Zip. Driving home was uneventful. I parked in front of the garage again, because of Zip's tire. That is quickly becoming my spot. Damn tire. I didn't fill it up yet; I didn't feel like it.

I may have watched an episode of Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, scrolled through Tumblr, then cooked myself two hot dogs. I asked my mom if Abbi's presence was unwanted anymore and she didn't really give me an answer. She did tell me, "I guess the only thing I'm annoyed about is all the animals in my house. We're not a zoo." So Galileo was her tipping point. My mom's just pissed off at me.

This doesn't surprise me. I often find myself as the family's bane.

Even though some of the air was between us, I took my hot dogs downstairs and munched on them as I watched another episode. I fed the rabbits, I worked a bit on the quilt, and Abbi found my struggling with my machine when she came home. For some reason, the top thread caught in the machinery underneath the feeders and around the bobbin, creating a large mess. I spent about a half hour on the machine before I gave up.

Abbi and I didn't waste a lot of time before we were off in Vander to Sam's Club. Finally, after what? A month now, Abbi was picking up her glasses. New glasses. She didn't want to take the expressway, so I directed her a different route. My maps have improved.

The people working at the optical show took absolutely forever to get Abbi her glasses. It took forever for the lady to even ask why we were there - and then she disappeared for a good chunk of time. She did apologize for taking so long, but still. How fucking long does it take to simply switch the lenses in the glasses frame? Let me answer that: not long.

Soon after Abbi and I returned home, we ate tacos for dinner with the rest of my family, but didn't stick around upstairs for long. Nah. We cuddled until Abbi had to leave for band practice.

Within the next two hours, I cleaned and oiled my sewing machine, watched another Avengers episode, and that's about it. I did get a two-by-two blocks piece sewn together. So far, I'm very proud of my beautiful corners. Let's see how long that lasts. The machine runs so smoothly now, too.

I crawled into bed shortly after nine-thirty and last saw ten o'clock. Ten has kind of turned into my bed time.

Not long after midnight, Abbi turned up in my room. She started explaining herself, but all I could think of was why she had left the room and why her mom, Tyler, and Rob were over here to yell at her. It took me way too long and too many repetitive questions to learn that Abbi had come over just then because Tyler was pitching a drunk fit. Abbi-mom-Andrea had let Abbi come over to get her out of the house.

Abbi belongs more at my house than her house enough so that my sleepy mind couldn't figure out why she was gone. I was even sleeping on my side of the bed when she showed up.

We rest the alarm to go off for when she had to wake up and went to sleep.

I didn't quite get up with Abbi when the alarm went off, but after she finished getting ready we ate breakfast together. And then she had to leave for school. I crawled back in bed for a bit, resetting the alarm again. When it went off, I quickly got ready and left.

Traffic was traffic.

Physics was long. I did get another extra credit percent for answering a question correctly but differently on the board.

Between physics and German classes, I learned that I'm losing points for leaving class early. Whatever.

I'm fucking sick of my German class. I'm going to a councilor Monday to ask if I can simply pass out of the class and waste the $500 or so I spent on it. I do. Not. Want. To be. Here. I'm tired of wasting my time. I'm wasting my money. I'm wasting my patience.

I don't want to be here.