Naughty Children

Fucking damn it. I left off at physics on Tuesday. What the hell did I do this week?

Um. I left German class early because fuck that shit. The professor and I have come to an understanding, and I am audited out, so I really don't need to attend the class anymore. I mean, I also tested out of the class, too. So I just may never show up again. I'm sick of that crap.

I went to the Share House before I went over to Abbi's house, since the break in German was so early. I walked around and probably stared at every tank for a minute before decided on the dirtiest one there. There were two that size, but this one was marked $8 and the other was marked $15. I don't think it mattered, though, because when I carried it up to the check-out counter, the lady took one look at the tank and told me it'd be $5. Oh. Pleasant surprise.

Then I went to Abbi's house. Well, I drove by the first time since Tyler was there for some fucking reason. After driving around the "block" an extra time, I pulled in and managed to finish the last journal in my notebook. I could have written a bit more, since I didn't touch up on German class or going to the Share House, but my Abbi pulled in and I didn't need to be writing anymore.

Since Tyler was home, though, Abbi couldn't practice her trumpet. She worked on some biology homework shit, I cleaned the fish tank, and we set up Galileo with the heater on a bin in Abbi's room with the brand new tank. She's not living in a plastic shoe box thing anymore. That's about all we got done before Abbi had to go to work.

I have no idea what I did when I got home. Besides take care of the rabbits. I had to have done that. I probably just watched a few episodes of Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes. I'm almost done with the series, and then I can move on to the next. I forget the title of it, but I'm sticking with Avengers. Maybe after that, I can move on to Shield or the Community. I dunno. I'm only watching Criminal Minds with Abbi, though.

Um. Wednesday, Professor Quail still didn't really teach us anything. I ended up struggling with the homework until a guy was standing over me for my seat since it was after the time the class ended. Surprised, I pretty much gave up on what I was doing and moved to the first floor under the pi hall and worked on my Chemistry lab. That ended up taking a lot more time than I was anticipating as well. I had to go to the computer commons to look something up - I think figure out how to calculate the pH of a solution when titrated with so much NaOH. I dunno. I eventually pretty much gave up, turned in the thing, and left.

Was I snoozing on my bed when Abbi showed up or what the hell happened after school? I don't even remember anymore. This is bad.

Yeah, that had to have been that day. Um. She spent the night that night just because we figured we could and Abbi-mom-Andrea got pissed at her. Um. Was this also the night I promised my mom I'd go with her to pick up some guinea pig stuff and then ended up going to Abbi's house to do some chores and pick up Galileo and bring her over and stuff? Yeah. I was cleaning the litter box, Abbi-mom-Andrea came up to me and asked where Abbi was. I shouldn't have told her. Because when I saw Abbi again, she was not in a good mood. Who else would have put her in such a mood other than Abbi-mom-Andrea? But she wouldn't tell me what was up until we were in the car.

Of course, she got yelled at. Are we surprised?

I honestly can't figure out why it's so important that Abbi needs to spend the night at "her house" on weekdays. It's not like she doesn't get enough sleep while at my house. She gets to sleep in a little later and spend less on gas. I dunno. I'm too tired of thinking this shit through. We only have 105 more days of worry about it, anyway. Though now it's on to convincing my parents to let Abbi move in for six months. Only six months, and then I'm doing exactly what I said I'm doing when I was talking to them in August. I'm leaving the house, taking everything I possibly can with me, rehoming my rabbits to somewhere closer to me, and they'll never have to see me again. I didn't just say that because I was in a bad mood. I mean it. Now there's just an added Abbi.

Thursday morning I ate lunch with Abbi and was pleasantly surprised when I realized it was a Thursday and it was a later day. So I got an extra, like, 40 minutes of sleep. Yay me.

I got my test back in physics. Got a 71%. I wasn't disappointed. More like, yes, this reflects how poorly I understand what's going on in this class. I hate that class, don't you know?

I went to the councilor real quick after we were let out (early) and asked about how to transfer to Grand Valley and if the German class still counts as credit for MACRAO. Yes, yes it does. So now I have my information and I'm good to go. Though she nearly sent me into tears when she said I still needed CPS171 and there was no way around it because I was going for a Math and Science degree, even though the councilor previous to her told me that if I went for the general Math and Science degree, I'd be getting around that. I'm pretty sure the first councilor was right. Because I'm not taking the class, whether it stops me from graduating with an Associate's or not.

And then my mood went in a downward spiral for the rest of the day. I skipped German and napped at home. Abbi went to her house instead of coming over since she wanted to practice her trumpet and get other homework done. So I was left to my own devices.

I went upstairs while my mom was cooking dinner, and she asked me something about if I needed what I was doing on my laptop, and I just flipped the fuck out. I accused her of accusing me and yelled about that for a bit. When I shut up, she replied that she wasn't accusing me and I don't even remember. I just spun around and locked myself in my room for the rest of the night. I think I left my room to pee and say goodbye to Abbi that night and that's it.

I watched a few episodes of Avengers that night until Abbi showed up after work. She did help my mood a little bit. I kind of just curled up on the bed and cried while Abbi wrapped me up in her arms.

Friday I had to wake up early because I was working the kennel in the morning. I had a lot of free time. A lot of it was spent leaning against a wall typing up a letter thing on my phone through notes. I got all of the play times done really quickly, swept everything, and I still had free time galore. I was keeping up on laundry. I got three or four things checked off the "deep cleaning" list. I was bored.

I ate lunch once I got home, and I swear it took me an hour to eat. Because I got home around 2:30 and I was still eating when Abbi showed up, and I was still eating a while after that. We retreated to my room, but not for long. We went to the Aquarium and Huron Pet supply and got stuff. Including a fish to share the tank with Galileo. We named it Sharknado, I think. Or Sharky-poo. It's a dumb ass shark fish that spazzes out constantly. We also went to Music-go-Round so that Abbi could find music for her trumpet solo, but she couldn't find anything.

We had dinner with my family and carved pumpkins. Abbi carved herself a tarantula and I did a quick zombie. Mine didn't turn out so well, but whatever. I got bored with it way too quickly. I have issues when it comes to attention span.

Like, I don't really want to write this anymore right now. I have Emmett in my lap and he has sharp baby claws and I'm kind hungry and tired for some reason and I don't want to go to school or work tomorrow and I won't get to see my Abbi and so stars the shit month. I don't want to November at all. And I'm working tomorrow, so I may get to see my Abbi for half an hour if she comes over after she's done working.

And I have a quiz to do in Chemistry tomorrow, and I have a test in Calculus to do tomorrow or Wednesday (Wednesday), and I don't understand torque in physics and I don't want to work double shifts every fucking Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and thinking of next month just wants to make me quit on everything.

I'm already completely stressed out about next month and how I won't have a day to myself. A day with Abbi. Two days out of thirty. That's the furthest thing from okay. I mean ... there's Thanksgiving break. Maybe. Though I think I'm working all of those days. Or have school the days she has off.

Anyway. Friday. Excuse my freak-out.

We watched Criminal Minds and ate yummy ice cream after we finished carving the pumpkins. Abbi got a text from Bethany about what chair she got, though, and the poor girl crumpled. She's been sick lately, and she couldn't breathe properly enough to play her trumpet and didn't do so well on her piece for the chair test and she didn't take it well. She's stuck there for the entire year now because she was sick for one day. If that's not the stupidest shit I've heard of, I don't know what is. She apologized for crying, but dear Air no. I'm glad she broke her "I'll never cry in front of you" thing. Because that's not healthy. I mean, all I could do was hold her tight and try to say what I thought was right, but I dunno.

We climbed into bed after the episode, but relaxation didn't last long. Naw. I mean, this is us. We stayed up pretty damn late, actually. Both took turns being the dominant or the submissive and tied down and damn fucking shit it felt good. Teasing her, being teased, touching each other.

Even though we stayed up late, we still got up fairly early. We ate breakfast, watched an episode of Criminal Minds, had the ability to keep our hands off of each other whilst watching, and then I had to go to work. The bastard.

For the first hour, I let the dogs out and talked to Tori. The next two hours, Abbi and I were exchanging texts. I slowly got some shit down, like cleaning the cat room and dog run, as well as ran to Tippins for snackage, and I can't even believe how happy I got every time I got a text from Abbi. She was being naughty. Telling me what she'd do to me that night and how she'd make me squirm. Well fuck it. She was making me whine and squirm there at work. Unfortunately, she couldn't text me after five, and the next two hours dragged by. Like, I was sitting on the ground staring at the dryer machine for ten minutes I ran out of shit to do. I couldn't let the dogs out again; it was raining and gross outside.

And Abbi was still gone when I got home, of course. So was my family. I heated up left-overs from the night before and ate dinner while I worked on making more Snickerdoodle cookies. I got one more cookie out of this batch than last batch. With my two batches done, and all the dishes done, I switched on the TV and settled to watching Mythbusters until Abbi showed up. Not long after she showed up, so did my family.

We went down to my room and later ended up shirtless and horny again. I swear I was colder last night, though, because I was too cold to be horny at the end. Though, to be fair, we were touching and wiggling and moaning and cursing each other's nastiness for ... a few hours?

We woke up late today, but I refused to eat lunch so I had cereal. And a cookie afterwards. We ended up on my bed touching again for another couple hours, and Abbi suddenly decided she wanted to watch an episode Criminal Minds before she had to go to work. So watch an episode of Criminal Minds we did.

And then Abbi left. And I'm all alone and the Internet kinda sucks even though we just got new Internet that's supposed to be 40x better than the Internet we had and just thinking of next month puts me in a bad place. I have Emmett on my lap, and have for ... what the hell? An hour and a half now? But I just don't want to do anything. Maybe watch Avengers, but the video won't load for more than two seconds at a time. I wish I was kidding.

This journal turned out a lot more brief than I anticipated or wanted, but I don't care. I'm done now.

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