QUOTE(Envy @ Dec 8 2005, 12:24 AM) [snapback]326076[/snapback]
I want some meat for my pho but the cats won't go get it for me, damn felines are sprawled out in front of the heater.
You amuse me, Mini.
QUOTE(le monkey @ Dec 7 2005, 01:38 PM) [snapback]325690[/snapback]
QUOTE(Chiyo @ Dec 7 2005, 12:13 PM) [snapback]325674[/snapback]
Goodness Toby, I would have lost my rag and killed him by now. Kudos for not resorting to murder
Lol, you do seem to have a nice temper toby, go you!
Although I dont think I would have killed him.. just .. locked him in dark room..
If I killed him, I'd be sad he was dead, and if I locked him in a dark room, he'd probably just sit in the dark and cry about how rejected he feels on top of it all.
So yesterday he was cheery and gay again (Really; he had the scarf and everything) and we had a nice little straightforward talk in his french class before school began about the issue of vocalizing your problems, even when you feel like turds. And even if you can't talk about the issue, at least talk, or you can't really expect things to get better.
While he was happier seeming, he still brought up the dreary little manic question, "If I vocalized my feelings, would it really make a difference anyways?"
So anyway, I had three friends over after drama to bake cookies, and we had a magnificent time (Cookie pr0n!
) Andy and Emily make a fantabulous comic duo (Mostly of immature dirty jokes), so I was relieved that he was over it. We ate pizza and watched AzuDa (The ultimate anime for nutty social gatherings) and frosted the cookies. As we were finished cleaning up, he had been poking around bringing back that abyssmal question of doom in different forms "Would it change anything if I really did say my true feelings?" and I was frustratedly trying to keep the mood up while telling him, "You can't expect things to always change for you, but it's a step," and then as we started heading to the living room to watch TV and wait for rides, he said again, "Well, would it really make a difference if I asked you the thing I wanted to ask you?" I sighed and filled in for him, "You want to go out with me?" He said yes. I shook my head, and that was that.
So, Kate being gone, Emily and I sat down and joined my mom in some channel surfing and I assumed Andy was just sitting behind us somewhere sharing our fun, until I looked, and it turned out he was sitting on the floor behind the couch, sulking and not saying anything when we talked to him. He didn't say anything the rest of the night (Not even to emily on their ride home), wouldn't accept any cookies and only gave a halfhearted hug.
I've been saying 'no' for three years. Get over it!