Well, I still haven't gotten any better. I think I have the flu now. My cold from Thanksgiving has progressed into the plague! I swear it has! I don't fucking know. This sounds pathetic, but my mom would take care of me when I was sick. No one here cares that I'm sick. I've been told to get off my lazy ass and get better and that I'm not dying so stop being a pussy, so to speak.
I can't help it. I've been babied, or what I like to call "nurtured," all my fucking life. It was beneficial when I was younger, but now that I'm older it's a fucking hinderance. To depend on someone else to make you feel better. I guess more than anything else, I need love and compassion. Is it too hard to give these things? Are people to overly protected of themselves or uncaring to the point that you become cold hearted? Am I ranting because I'm sick and need attention? Probably. Who cares.
Anyways, I went out with Jason last night. I was late! Oops! Only by 15 minutes. It's somewhat difficult to find parking downtown. Did I expect that when I drove up, parking would automatically appear for me? No. Well. Maybe. No, definitely not. LOL. (if i seem really lame, blame the sickness. it's the plague, the plague!)
We met at Barnes where the dumbass offered to buy me coffee. Uhhh... Let's see. NO!!! I just got off working an 8hr shift at a fucking starbucks. I don't want fucking coffee. Fuck. Anyway. We walk a few blocks down to the theater to find that the movie, Bad Santa, didn't start until 9:40. He was hungry, but because I'm knock knock knocking on heavens door, i've no appetite. But, I told him that I would pick off his plate if that would make him happy.
We proceeded to go to Razoo's. He ordered gator tail and popcorn shrimp. I like the atmosphere of that place. huh. Anyway, he told me some interesting things. I know that Tracy likes Jason and he told me that he has told her many times that he is not interested. Well, she told him that she didn't want him to meet me that night because she was afraid that he had plans to make the moves on me. Yuck! He then told me that a small comment I made to Dustin reached the ears of the person of said comment.
I had asked dustin if these two girls in our class were dating each other because they sit next to each other in class, seem kinda butch, and are always together. He laughed and told me no and that they're just roommates. So now, one of the girls despises me for making that off hand comment. She happens to be the girl that Dustin likes. Sheesh. Drama. Jason told me that Tracy talked to her to smooth things over and let her know that everyone has at some point thought that about them. Oh, Tracy also believes that I'm trying to worm my way into the group and take all the men away because I don't make an effort to talk to the girls.
Why do I fucking care about this shit? This is pointless typing.
So, we watch the movie, I coughed during the entire showing. I felt like shit and nearly fell asleep, but I made it to the end. He walked me to my car, we talked about more pointless shit and then he asked for a hug. That was it, I went home, checked my caller ID list to see if Ben had called and then went to bed.
I called in sick today, my last day at work. Heh. My boss didn't schedule me to the 12th, which is fucking fine by me. So, I'm free to do what I want any ole time until the 19th!
4:02 p.m. - 2003-12-07
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