Saturday is my favorite day of the week. Even since high school, it was my favorite day of the week because Sunday was the day that I actually worried about stuff. Granted, there's been lots of times where I've had to do a lot of work over the weekend to do projects and whatnot, but for the most part...Saturday is the best day of the week. You've got the whole day to (hopefully) accomplish things while relaxing a bit, and then you can go to sleep knowing that you have another full day to get down to business (if necessary) or continue being awesome. Unfortunately, last Saturday was NOT a good day for me -- for Kathleen and I, really.
It started with a little miscommunication. One of our relationship flaws is that we hardly ever want to do or eat the same things. Sometimes I'm perfectly fine with staying inside, reading books, watching tv, snuggling, etc...but sometimes I want to get out, get a breath of fresh air, hold hands, etc. Sometimes I actually want to go somewhere. Sometimes I'll want to go to Ross or other shopping centers close by, and other times I don't. Very rarely do we 100% agree on something -- the only time that I'm actually willing to go to Wal-Mart is right after we have sex. Of course, after that point, I'm willing to go pretty much anywhere because I'm relaxed and don't give a single fuck where I am. Since we want different things all the time, we have miscommunication. We want each other to be happy, and that's really how our arguments typically start. For stupid reasons. At first, I didn't want to go anywhere...but after seeing a couple tv shows and a movie or two, I started to get pretty damn bored and wanted to go do something. I told Kathleen that I wanted to go somewhere, and...as you might imagine, didn't really want to go anywhere. I didn't think anything of it at the time, was getting a little bit frustrated, and I just wanted to go somewhere instead of staying inside and watching more movies. Sometimes I'm okay with that, but this wasn't an occasion because, as you can see from my past entry, I didn't like spending time near Kathleen by myself. She's the reason why I drive to Morrow -- otherwise, I wouldn't give any fucks about Clayton State University. If I didn't know meet Kathleen, I still probably wouldn't know about Clayton State University. Since I do, I'm almost more familiar with her school than I am mine. The other day, a student at Georgia Perimeter College asked me where building "E" was, and I completely forgot. I've been going to GPC for practically 2 years (or more!) now. I should know this campus by the back of my hand, but I forgot. I didn't want to spend the whole day just laying around because I pretty much did that for many hours at the hotel room on Friday while my girlfriend was having fun. In her defense, I chose to buy a hotel room. I chose to have the appointment for getting the US passport on the same friday she had girl's night, and I made my own personal choices for everything. So I'm not going to sit here and type that it's her fault for what went down this weekend. I'm more of the guilty one.
So I got kind of frustrated, you know? We started heading somewhere, and I pulled into a parking lot. I asked her some questions, things got escalated, we started yelling at each other, and we pretty much went home to argue some more.
It got to the point where Kathleen and I were crying. Obviously, I was frustrated and wasn't thinking very clearly, so I dropped my laptop on the floor. The reason why I dropped my laptop on the floor was after she mentioned that I could have the laptop. Just recently, she gave me it and I wasn't sure why she would even bring it up. It was mine, she knew it was mine, but she brought it up for a reason that I didn't know. Immediantly, I thought...you know what? I don't want it. So I threw it on the ground...not to make her upset, but expensively saying "fuck it." As you can imagine, it was a pretty bad decision. I loved the laptop...not because it was a nice laptop (because it really was), but because it was Kathleen's old laptop. It had pictures of us and everything. It meant a lot to me, and it didn't hit me till about...20 minutes later or so after we started settling down from our argument. How could I do such a thing, you know? My girlfriend gave me the laptop out of love, I was so happy that she did that I fixed the screen myself, all just to throw it on the ground?
It made me feel like shit because I felt like I let Kathleen down, and I most certainly let myself down. I learned from the experience, however, because I realize that I still have a part of my past: the anger issue. My girlfriend has slammed and punched a thing or two, but it was never something 500 bucks worth. Granted, she almost decided to drive her car without a license. I put myself behind her so she'd have to hit me if she wanted to drive anywhere. I was actually hoping that she would decide to run me over, but I know that she wouldn't have done it. If I was wrong...well, I pretty much deserved any kind of pain.
So fuck it, right? We get over it. I decide to take a bath on Sunday while she's doing whatever to relax my muscles, and we end up taking a shower. So I figured...if I'm allowed to see her naked, I must be out of the doghouse. And I was. That night, we had a good discussion with one of her friends about old games, Cokestudios, Neopets, and all of those games we used to play. The night ended on a good note, and I wasn't looking forward to waking up at 5:30 to go to work. I get pretty upset about it, but my life could be much much worse.
But then, I recently found out that this costume party that Kathleen and I planned on going to to celebrate her friend's boyfriend's birthday consists of alcohol. It made me really fucking upset because no one told me about it -- I thought it was going to be a costume/birthday party but it's turning out to be something much different than I expected. We all know that I find alcohol consumption to be absolutely repulsive considering the fact that my grandmother is either buzzed or intoxicated almost everyday. I got really fucking upset and started talking to Kathleen while she was playing L4D2, but she's the only friend that I could confide in. We get into a long ass argument over the same stuff as usual. Like a normal person, she got really fucking upset, and I got really upset. Again. Twice in almost two days I've made my girlfriend cry...only this time, it was over the phone...which is what I was trying to avoid because I can never handle hearing my girlfriend crying and trying to explain myself. It makes me weak and I instantly lose any argument, and have no hope of recovering. So I was a goner when she called me, and she got off the phone without saying I love you. So I wasn't willing to end the night with my girlfriend pissed off at me..again, so I sat down and thought about everything and concluded that she's right, you know? She's a smart woman. I'm just being selfish, and it's all because I feel vulnerable and scared. We ended up talking on the phone later on and I admitted that I was very sorry and I sincerely hope we're okay.
So a lot of shit has been going down. My grandparents are having people over repair some carpets and whatnot which is a good opportunity to help around the house and shit. My grandmother approved of me going a month away to Brazil, and that's really all I need to help her. It means a lot to me that she would approve of such a thing...the same woman who nagged me to get a job and all this stuff. Brazil is exactly what I need right now.
For a side story, because I was upset these past several days...my Coke consumption has gone up, believe it or not. I got a bunch of cans in my room, empty, and there's been a sound coming from one of my empty cans all day. For a long time, I thought it was just carbonated bubbles reacting with the air. But then I was like...there's no way it's still bubbling for that long. I lifted the Coke can, and a little head of a water bug popped out with it's antenna stretching far. Tried to drown the fucker in the sink but got scared that it was gonna come out of the can, crawl up the sink, and try and attack me. So I just threw him in the recycled can bag and sparred his life. The garage is filled with bugs, so it's not like I'd be starting a storm. What freaks me out even more is that this water bug came from somewhere. It had to crawl on my dresser drawers to reach the can. Basically, I was less than a foot away from a waterbug and didn't even know.
Maybe I should be more proactive. Eh. Who knows. That's all I got for now. Hopefully Kathleen and I are okay. We shall see.
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