Boredom
I haz it.
I learned about Windows 7 today at a seminar. That was fun, except the part where I knew more about the OS than the persons conducting the thing. And the part where the retard from somewhere else on campus kept asking long-winded and totally unrelated questions. And the part where I went to a seminar and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. Seriously, I got a “bing!” t-shirt. So, there’s that.
I went over to my parents house earlier to work on their wireless network… that part didn’t actually take long, it was the printer that took forfuckingever. I told my dad about something my ex-wife has been telling me… that my aunt (who she works with) has been trying to start drama over me, my exploits, and my girlfriend. Dad was pissed. I was pissed. Mom was pissed. God was pissed. Probably.
I also ate a half a calzone from Hungry Howie’s.
That was pretty much my day. Exciting, I know. The coming days promise to be better, though. She’s coming up tomorrow night, and this weekend we’re going to look at houses. I’m retardedly excited for these things, and incredibly thankful to have her in my life… I think I offended her earlier, and I’m kind of upset about it because I hate making her feel anything but happy. I know the truth is that I’m gonna piss her off sometimes, but I don’t have to like it. See… she asked me to proofread one of her papers, as I have happily been doing lately… I nit-picked something about the title, a title she was very much fond of, and she got upset. I immediately felt bad, but didn’t really know what to do. I raised my voice, got defensive… I really gotta stop doing that. Overall, though, I just really felt shitty about the whole thing. I just wanted to help, maybe relieve some of her stress, just do something nice for her… but I fuck up when I try to do nice things. I need to take courses, haha.
It’s all good now, it wasn’t really a big deal I guess. We’re a young/new couple, and we’re gonna miscommunicate. It’s inevitable. As time goes on, this will diminish. It’s not as if it really matters anyway… I feel as if my feelings for her are growing exponentially, and at this point she could probably shit in my Froot Loops and I’d still look at her and smile. I mean… don’t get me wrong, it’d be gross… but when you think about it, it’s pretty hilarious. Score one for her.
Ok… bed times.
Nighters.
