worrying preferred
9 04 2008“Aight yo, peace.”
I seriously prefer to worry, than to feel shafted.
So today before an assembly, I was talking to him and full on spazzing about things, and the next thing that he says is, “aight yo, peace”. ExCUSE me? Then he goes and sits between two other girls, amongst a sea of girls, in the exact same row that I was in. Once is a mistake.
Then after school, we went on a drama field trip and we were one hour late getting back to the school, but I had to go to taiko anyway, and we ended up staying there until 6 pm, and I really wanted to see my lovely, just to fill him in, finish my spaz, etc. He was too lazy to get off his tush. Twice is sketch.
When I was on the phone with him while I was walking to the subway station, I got frustrated and just told him to go back to sleep (which he wasn’t doing in the first place, but it was supposed to accent his laziness) and he said that I could call him once I got home if I wanted to. At this point, he should be calling me, concerned and worried about what’s bothering me so much that I have to see him in person about. He should be calling me to at least talk. Third time’s a charm.
I know that he cares, I know that he truly does, it just gets very frustrating when he doesn’t show it.
Anyway, I got home about an hour and a half ago, took a shower, made and ate dinner, and I should probably get started on english homework, but I’m really not in the mood for it. My art pictures got printed at least. Something’s going right. Sort of.
wtf. honestly. people may call you high maintenance, but i think you have the patience of a saint.
all right, i understand how you could let him off with one. but two? i would just go and like, use a brick to ram down his door, and threaten him with the same brick until he DOES SOMETHING. but THREEE??!?!?! and you know what, it’s not even three. that’s just three in the same day. if you counted starting from like when you guys first started, hell, i can’t even count that high. [and i CAN count past three digits]
at one point, i tried talking to him about it, just cuz it was bothering you so much. did i ever tell you he SUCKS at making excuses? “she’s probably busy”. dude, there ARE more than 5 minutes in a day you know. try 1440.
child, i don’t understand. go punch it into his head. not literally, cuz he’s kind of unhurtable. but you know what i mean.