In Trouble AGAIN. But, it's not my fault...

So I already get pissed at people during details... Now I have a new reason to be pissed at someone new. klsjdlfkjsdl;jfl;jsdl;fjdsf. The last two weeks haven't been my week.

Be Warned: You Will Rage

So I watched this video of a bus monitor woman named Karen and the kids she has to watch are so disrespectful that it's a damn shame they're alive. If they were my child, they would never be able to speak like that EVER... If they do, they will get beat! THE OLD FASHION WAY. This is why a lot of people hate America because of kids like these, even worse, their parents are the ones that made this happen. I would have loooooooooooooved to punch some sense into these kids!

To know that these kids are the generation after me is such a disgrace! It makes me sick to even hear kids talk like this... It's just a damn shame!

Ugh. I'd kill them if I could... And wouldn't get in trouble for it.

I Can't Stay, Apparently.

Here's the hard part that I didn't want to talk about now...

Remember when I said that I had a feeling that I was making things awkward in the house? Well, I'm correct. The reason why all the boys in the house were in the other room for such a long time was because they were talking to Aaron about how much longer I'm going to have to stay because they thought I was only here for the weekend. He didn't tell his roommates that I was staying for a while, thinking that it's going to be okay because one roommate tends to have his girlfriend over from time to time as well so he planned it on his own without telling his roommates ahead of time: His mistake.

He didn't talk to me about it until last night when I came home at about 5pm, after getting maps and bus routes to find a job slightly outside Towson University. I come home, find the roommates and friends in the living room playing video games. I walk into the bedroom to change and he goes, "We need to talk." and I'm like, "Sure" thinking that I already know what's going to happen or what we're going to talk about and he goes, "You can't stay here anymore..." and we talked about it and he told me that his roommates are staying to feel uncomfortable that I'm here for so long and that I'm being of a slight distraction with him and his school work and Army ROTC. Since I'm around, he only wants to be with me and whatnot but he has to sleep and do so many other things, so he isn't doing as good in training in the morning and has to work extra hard and he missed a quiz in his psychology class and he has a ton of work to do.

You're Too Playful. I Hate You.

I love it when you kiss me before you leave for PT at 5am and when you come back home at around 8am, you shower your sweaty self, come back into the room, find me still sleeping and you kiss me again. You crawl back into bed with me, wrap your arms around me, kiss me and take a nap before your next class at 11am. To be honest, I love that routine.

Now, three days ago, it was fine until you came back from PT. You kiss me and wake me up telling me that you need me to help you with something, I hesitate to come out of bed but since you needed me, I leave the room and find you in the living room but I wonder… Why is the shower on? You tell me, “Because I’m going to take a shower” but why are you in the living room?

You hold me by the waist, kiss me while moving me into the bathroom and you tell me that you want to shower with me. As shy as I am, I’ll say no but I’m giggling like shit in the inside. It’s 8am, everyone’s dead asleep and we’re being lovely with each other. I play around and tell you that I won’t do it but your aggressive playfulness picks me up and brings me into the shower fully clothed.

I’m soaked now, thanks to you.

I keep repeating, “I hate you” but my heart is melting as you kiss me, smiling and giggling. Even though I’m soaked, hearing you giggle and seeing you smile at me was enough and hearing you tell me you love me… Took me away.

I’m trying really hard not to fall in love with you.

Clothes off, shower ongoing and hearts fluttering.

Showering together, mission accomplished.