Mope.
Another day drifting by...
Went to the gym with Melissa, that was pretty fun actually. That's a lot coming from me because I -hate- to run, but I did for 15 minutes(well, jogged really) and biked for 20. Lots and lots of pull-ups. ::arms on fire!:: But I guess it'll be worth it in the end...or do they say. If anything I'll be able to pack a good punch.
I was pondering going to see either Garfield or the Chronicles of Riddick tonight but alas, I have no one to go with and I don't really want to go alone. Usually I don't care, but I do now for some reason. Whatever. I'll see them eventually.
I feel so...crappy for some reason. Maybe it's just the weather gloom but still. I feel all icky. Or maybe it's just the fact that my mom just ditched hanging out with me to go out with my stepdad. Yeah, that's probably it.
I don't know what is up with her. She just goes back and forth between "It'll never work out!" to "We can work it out." and it's just so...GAAAHHHHH!!! <--like that. Now I've noticed, to put it lightly, that I'm at great risk to inherit that from her and it's...(insert negative adjective here).I mean, I try to be supportive of whatever she thinks will make her happy but damn it's hard.
I mean, how can I even pretend to like a guy who tried to send me away? Not only that, he constantly berated me to my mother and manipulated her into thinking I was the devil. Meanwhile I'm over here like "WTF, mate?" just trying to not get sent away from my house....not home...house. I just avoid the subject...we have an unspoken agreement that he is not to move in here until I leave. If he does it'll jusst start all over again. I truly have never despised anyone in my life except for him. If he died...I'd probably smile, maybe even laugh. Apathetic...evil even, but I don't care.
Seriously, either my mom has bad luck with men, or I have bad luck with father type people. She gone through 3 and none of them worked out. Well, the second one, Harry, was really nice and really sweet to my mom and I. I liked him a lot...but then he got cancer. Figures with my luck that would happen.
Actually, I'm pretty sure it's me. I have bad luck with guys in general. Dad, Igor, Aldo, Frank, Andres...just one asshole after another. I think my luck may be changing, but since I don't want to jinx it I'm not saying anything.
Ok, I think I'm done. Don't want to depress all of you out there about it... ::sigh...mope::
P.S. This is not meant to be a guy bashing entry...just how I feel about specific assholes. I do know that not all guys are assholes. So lay off.