I've been a little remiss with these diaries. I'm afraid it's only going to get worse for the next few weeks. It's crunch time at college, and I've got to pass most of my classes (I'm going to get the goddamn car taken away anyway, that's a forgone conclusion, but I'd like to do as well as possible in the rest of my classes). Maybe I can buy my own car. Feel free to send me money.
Monday was dull, aside from having to do an insane amount of work with my supervisors breathing down my neck the entire time. Sometimes I just want to punch them. Picked up Dirk from work, brought him to class with me. Spent the entire class online because we were in the computer lab.
So far, I've managed to tell everybody I know about Ken's little girlfriend. He's gonna strangle me when he finds out. Yes, I know it's mean, and I know I shouldn't have told everyone this. I think it almost makes up for the fact that his friends knew all the details of my personal habits, especially when I asked him to keep stuff to himself.
(Tuesday)Today was either great or horrible. I haven't decided yet.
Dirk brought over his cat, Yahoo, to see if she'd manage alright at our house when he moved. He then proceeded to baby the cat in a way that made my cats disgusted. If I carried around Sasha and cooed at her the way Dirk does with Yahoo, Sasha would chew my face off.
When I went to my room to sulk, he brought his cat with him to see what was wrong with me. I took exception to this, since my room is off-limits to any cat but Sasha. Dirk then proceeded to lie down on my couch, where he refused to acknowledge my presense when I relented and came down to ask him to come up to my room, even if he brought his fucking cat with him.
This got me fairly enraged, so I ranted for a while, then Dirk noticed his cat wasn't with him, and we searched for her. We didn't find her, so Dirk suggested we go up to my room to take a nap. I didn't answer quickly enough, so Dirk assumed that meant I didn't want him in my room anymore. This led to another fight, and Dirk threatened to go home and remain there once he found Yahoo. The end result of all this was I completely destroyed our remote control by throwing it at a wall about 20 feet away.
Our fight was interrupted by the fact that it was time to bring Pia to work. When I got back, Dirk was alright, even friendly. Too bad. I wasn't. I was still mad at him, and continued to let him know in many ways (i.e., knocking down all the chairs, refusing intimacy). He then told me to "stop acting like a fucking five-year-old."
I started crying, went to my room. He followed me, tried to hold me. I pushed him away and told him to leave me the hell alone. Then I started crying hysterically, insisting that I wasn't "fucked-up".
I hate it when this happens.
Other than that, it was a pretty good day. (Yes, I know I'm psychotically optimistic). We finally found Yahoo (hiding not three feet from the couch), brought her home, and took a nap.
In other news, we put an ad in The City Paper, looking for a drummer, lead singer, and second guitarist. Dirk got three calls yesterday. He returned all those calls from my house. Hopefully something will pan out.
I've also started adding the stuff from the latest issue of Über Alles to the website. It should all be completed by Thursday or Friday.
I wonder when Katie's gonna hang out with us again? I liked her boyfriend, and I know he reads my journals, so I don't understand why we (Dirk and I) never see him. Hint, hint.