February 3rd, 2004

SPN - Winchesters.

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Too fucking early... my parents had to go to my brother's school to meet with this terrible teacher and the principal. The teacher gave Eric a 0 on a worksheet that Eric has proof that he got a 20/22. When he took the teacher the paper, he accused Eric of filling it out, and forging the grade. Ass. Anyways, that one grade took Eric to a B for the final grade. That is a lot to a kid that is 23rd in his class and trying to get into Ivy league schools. So, they went to tell him that he had better change the grade. We'll see...

AND Chris has to take his car in to get fixed, so he is going to get dropped off here some time this morning. I just want to let him in, and go back to sleep. He can sit in the other room and watch tv or something.

Hopefully, I will hear from the ADA today or something... that way we can start the process of (hopefully) getting my money back.
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SPN - Winchesters.

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ARRGGHH!

Chris is beginning to piss me off. Last night he called at 8 and said he was almost done at his brother's and that we would go to a movie around 9:30. I didn't hear from him again until he was on his way over at 10. Whatever, I need to get used to it I suppose. Then we had a little tiff because, yet again, we had to redefine our friendship. Him with that whole "we are just friends" crap. No shit dumbass.

Then today Chris was going to go drop his car off in the AM to get fixed, have them drop him off here, and we were going to goto his house, he was going to make crepes, and hang out. Instead he called this morning to say that he didn't feel like dealing with the car today, so he was going to fix the door (he had to get the nail gun back to his father), and then come over... he said he would be done around 9:15 this morning. It is now 11:38, he is not over, he said that he had to finish the door, take the nail gun back to his dad's (45 minutes round trip not to mention hanging out there), and then he would come get me. That is, if he has enough time before he has to get home for the repair guy from 1-3. I haven't eaten because he is still promising food. I am so irritated. I hate being on the back burner with him... sometimes it feels like if he cared about me, then he would actually treat me better and not do all this. Whatever... I just needed to bitch.

I did start doing 75 stomach crunches everyday. Started Sunday, have to figure out which days to have as my off days. It seems that crunches are the only thing I can do since I have one bum ankle, and one bum wrist. Also, Thursday I (hopefully) get to change depression meds and that way I can stop gaining weight, and hopefully start losing.

I am going to go lie down... wait for dumbass to call... grrr.
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