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Well, I won't lie to you.
Feb. 5th, 2005 10:53 am*sigh* So I'm sort of avoiding Scott right now, which is harder than it sounds, given that he lives here. I really never considered these kind of incidents. It all started last night...
I tried to go to the opthamologist recommended to me by the optometrist at the health center, but unlike the Kaiser in SF, which has no optometry/opthalmology, there is one here... so the place I went wasn't covered by my insurance, so I went there for NO REASON. I tried to make an appointment at the Kaiser location, but they told me I need a referral from a doctor. I had the one from the health center, but they wanted me to drop it off and THEN try and make an appointment. And what's the point of all that anyway, when I already am taking Vigamox (which is working) and getting more from Grandpa (through the prescription I got from school)?
So my eye's getting slightly better, and I saw no reason to skip ballet class. However, I couldn't stand parked in front of a Mac at the Sundial for 4 straight hours, so I went home after class... Scott came home from work around 5:30, when I should have been back at school for the anime club officer's meeting... but I figured that if they saw my eye, they wouldn't mind me being late-- I do need my rest and minimal exposure to bright lights and all.
Anyhow, long story short, I was having fun-- the guys at the club seemed happy to see me, plus we were watching some all new series-- Genshinken, among others. But Scott's not only being a party pooper, he's being a slouch. I asked him (rhetorically) if he was bored out of his mind, and he actually said: "yes. I'm not gonna lie to you."
So what, I'm supposed to appreciate his honesty? I guess so, but why did he bother coming anyway? Why was he the first one to mention it, saying that he'd told some other guys in a class of his about the anime club, and how he was a member? If he came half as much as I did, or even TRIED to socialize... Anyway, he said he stuck around only because I'd probably do the same with him, right? I suppose I would, but I always make the most of any situation I'm stuck in. I'd try and have fun. When we left, we barely spoke to one another, and when we got home, we just went our separate ways. It's the same this morning-- we've said maybe two words to one another, and I don't even know where he is right now.
-_- I hate this. I hate being sick, I hate going hungry for a stupid blood test, I hate the prospect of driving, I hate being ignored, and I hate how my email's acting up. I'm very unhappy right now, and I don't know what to do about it. Grr.
I tried to go to the opthamologist recommended to me by the optometrist at the health center, but unlike the Kaiser in SF, which has no optometry/opthalmology, there is one here... so the place I went wasn't covered by my insurance, so I went there for NO REASON. I tried to make an appointment at the Kaiser location, but they told me I need a referral from a doctor. I had the one from the health center, but they wanted me to drop it off and THEN try and make an appointment. And what's the point of all that anyway, when I already am taking Vigamox (which is working) and getting more from Grandpa (through the prescription I got from school)?
So my eye's getting slightly better, and I saw no reason to skip ballet class. However, I couldn't stand parked in front of a Mac at the Sundial for 4 straight hours, so I went home after class... Scott came home from work around 5:30, when I should have been back at school for the anime club officer's meeting... but I figured that if they saw my eye, they wouldn't mind me being late-- I do need my rest and minimal exposure to bright lights and all.
Anyhow, long story short, I was having fun-- the guys at the club seemed happy to see me, plus we were watching some all new series-- Genshinken, among others. But Scott's not only being a party pooper, he's being a slouch. I asked him (rhetorically) if he was bored out of his mind, and he actually said: "yes. I'm not gonna lie to you."
So what, I'm supposed to appreciate his honesty? I guess so, but why did he bother coming anyway? Why was he the first one to mention it, saying that he'd told some other guys in a class of his about the anime club, and how he was a member? If he came half as much as I did, or even TRIED to socialize... Anyway, he said he stuck around only because I'd probably do the same with him, right? I suppose I would, but I always make the most of any situation I'm stuck in. I'd try and have fun. When we left, we barely spoke to one another, and when we got home, we just went our separate ways. It's the same this morning-- we've said maybe two words to one another, and I don't even know where he is right now.
-_- I hate this. I hate being sick, I hate going hungry for a stupid blood test, I hate the prospect of driving, I hate being ignored, and I hate how my email's acting up. I'm very unhappy right now, and I don't know what to do about it. Grr.
