Monday, November 17, 2009

I've come to the conclusion that some people just don't know how to talk to other people. Case in point: I just sort of started talking to someone I knew in high school over Facebook. For whatever reason, he felt the need to tell me that he read this blog and that he hasn't forgotten about me. I told him it was creepy that he told me that he read it and then he implied that I should be grateful that he does read it since apparently nobody reads it. WTF. I get about 1,000 page views a month. Some people are so ignorant! Now I remember why I stopped talking to him in the first place.

Yesterday I hurt my itty bitty toe. I tripped over Lily and accidentally kicked the cupboard door as I was trying to get my Toaster Strudels out of the toaster. It hurts so bad. I don't think I broke it since it isn't really swollen or anything, but I sure did something to it. It's starting to bruise up finally. I just wish it didn't hurt so bad.

I don't have Literary Analysis today. It was cancelled since my professor has to take some test so he can get into his PhD program. It makes me happy because now I don't have to be here at Delta until noon. Nick should get out of class at like 9:30-10 and I can be home by 10:30. Unfortunately, then I have to wash the dishes and that's no fun. Ever. Oh! And I have to finish my photography assignment since it's due like tomorrow. I should have brought my camera with me and I could have worked on it here. Go figure. Sometimes I really hate myself.

Nick's being so lame. He keeps attacking me over my contact with Andy. He has no right to talk, though. If he isn't going to care about my concerns, then why should I care about his? Seriously. Last night he was particularly vicious. I think he brings up Andy just so that he can argue with me about it. He literally goes out of his way to start a fight. Why would you do that, especially now? It's ridiculous. And then when I stopped talking Nick because I was sick of Nick's attacks, he wondered why I stopped talking to him. Then when I did start talking to him again, Nick got all mad and told me to leave him alone. How does that make sense? It doesn't!

On the Saturday after Black Friday, I'm going to see the Saginaw Spirit. They're playing against the Peterborough Petes. I wonder how many fights there will be. I hope there is a lot of them. It's always my favorite part when the gloves come off, the sticks are thrown to the side, and the punches come out. Or when they use their sticks to hit each other, such as when someone high-sticks someone else in the face. I love hockey. It's definitely my favorite sport. Maybe that's what I'll do my photography presentation on...the hockey game. I'll have to think about it and see if I can make it work. But for now, I'm going to go.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

So it's November. Opps. Looks like I forgot about October entirely. Actually, I didn't forget. I just never updated when I felt like it. This is the first time I ever forgot to update for over a month. It probably won't happen again. So let's look back at September. I felt like everything was falling apart because nobody knew how to behave while ghost hunting. I still pretty much feel that way, I try to avoid it when possible but will do my duty if somone truly needs me. Like in October, Nick and I went on an investigation because the dude needed me.

Halloween has come and passed, and I'm glad it has. Halloween was the worst day I've ever experienced. I don't even want to talk about it because it makes me sick to think about it. Let's just say that in some ways, things are just as bad as they were before. In some ways, it's much better. But overall, everything is not the way I'd like it to be. Not at all.

Work has been the same as always. Slaving away and cutting my heart to pieces. I'm going to cry so hard when I have to leave those kids behind. Especially my best little buddy. I love them so much. At Delta, I've had a lot of work to do. I have a paper to write for Literary Analysis and I'm doing it on Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. It's an awful book. I hate it so much. Photography is fun as always, and I'm going to miss it when it's over. But I'm supposed to do my presentation on Wednesday and it's not going to happen. On no, it won't.

Lately, I've been talking to Andy York. Actually, I started talking to him right after my world started to fall apart. Turns out his world was falling apart, too. He's actually taken an interest in what I think and he actively trys to make me laugh. I like that he tries to make me feel better because otherwise, I'd still feel horrible. He also plays music. I like that, I don't know many people who actually make music.

On Thursday, I went to Delta after work with the idea that I'd start working on my Literary Analysis paper. That didn't happen. Instead I hung out with Andy and for the most part, we sat down in the piano practice room and he played music for me. He kept saying he wasn't very good, but I thought he was. It's funny, Andy and I were in the same classroom during my senior year at the Career Center, but Thursday was pretty much the first time I had ever talked to him in person. Strange. Very strange.