Cursed Part 2
A fucking werewolf movie.
That's what the stupid movie was. I read the insert in this past Sunday's edition of Stars & Stripes, and the way it was described, Christina Ricci developed psychic abilities through an accident, not having the ability to turn into a fucking werewolf. Jeezus Christ. Still, for a PG-13 movie it was very entertaining and because Christina Ricci is a mega-babe hottie like I said before, it was worth the $3.00 or whatever it was that I paid to see it.
And no, Melanie didn't show up. Should I have been surprised?
After the movie, I had to go into work to get a tracking log our Fitness Monitor has us fill out. We have to document the push-ups, sit-ups, aerobic and non-aerobic activity (i.e. weight lifting) we do, and give it to our commander for review. It sucks being on the remedial fitness program, all because you're a slow runner, but that's the way it goes. Que sera sera.
Because our Fitness Monitor is more like the fucking Fitness Gestapo, I had to print up a new sheet for the month of May since he yelled at me Tuesday for not having one. So in order to prevent being treated like a goddamned 10 year old twice in 1 week, I figured I would humor the asshole and bring the sheet along tomorrow, reflecting the work-out sessions I've had to date. Did I forget to mention he gets a copy of the week's results each Friday for review purposes? Some people take their job waaaay too seriously.
So I go to the office, and who's there finishing up a term paper? Melanie. She's had all weekend, Monday, Tuesday, and today to take care of this shit and she's been fucking around until the last minute. She asks me what I'm doing there and I told her I have to print this fitness form out so the goddamned Fitness Nazi doesn't throw me in the Gulag or something.
"So did you go see the movie?" she asked.
"Of course I did, I told you I was going to." I replied.
"So are you mad at me for not showing up?"
"No, just disappointed. A leopard can't change its spots." I fired back.
"Look I've been working on this term paper since 10am this morning! I'm still in my same clothes that you saw me at in the library!"
"Melanie, you've had HOW LONG to write this paper?"
"Listen that's not fair! I didn't want to work on my other paper and this one at the same time, otherwise I would get confused."
"Whatever Melanie, you need to manage your time better."
She got pissed and somewhat hurt at that comment, but considering the fact she's ignored me up until now, and even ditched me to finish this paper she could've wrapped up a day or two ago shows me she'll use any excuse to avoid me. She tried back-tracking by asking whether or not I was flying through Seattle when I leave in July, but I really didn't feel like talking to her.
She asked whether or not I was going to visit her there in Seattle and told her that I wasn't going to. I had planned my travel months ago and flying to LAX was closer and cheaper to getting me home to San Diego, and that Seattle wasn't part of the journey. Even if I did go, chances are I would hang out a day or two at the most and then go about my business to San Diego.
"Well are we going to hang out Friday night since you're leaving Saturday morning?"
"Probably not. I need to finish packing and clean my room incase there's an inspection while I am gone."
"Well let's talk about this Friday." she mused.
"Forget about it. There's nothing to talk about." I fired back at her.
Just this time, Adamma came into the office, drunk from celebrating her birthday. I wished her a Happy One and she told Melanie to come join her for a drink since all her other friends vanished, and then wanted me to join along. I told her how I have to fire the M-16 tomorrow and don't feel like getting shitty before going to bed.
Melanie and Adamma left the office and just as she was leaving, reminded me she wanted to talk Friday when I get back. Fuck that.
Listen, if she was really concerned about our friendship, she would've made time for me. It's not going to kill her to take an hour and a half off to see a movie with me. Chances are she needed the break as stressed out as she's been about this PCS and her course, but she has to do things her way. Again, that's cool. It's her world and I am just a stage prop as far as I am concerned. She can take all the college classes she wants to when she gets to McChord AFB like she's planning on doing, and fuck all the Latinos she wants. If she ends up getting knocked up by some filthy Messican, it's her ordeal, not mine.
I can be a fucking bastard when pushed. Don't push me.
As far as I am concerned, I'm through holding her hand while guiding her through the nicer parts of Hell and she's on her own from here on out. No words can help the situation any, and it's too late for actions now. Perhaps she should've thought about this back in January or something but she had her chance and she blew it.
C'est la vie
That's what the stupid movie was. I read the insert in this past Sunday's edition of Stars & Stripes, and the way it was described, Christina Ricci developed psychic abilities through an accident, not having the ability to turn into a fucking werewolf. Jeezus Christ. Still, for a PG-13 movie it was very entertaining and because Christina Ricci is a mega-babe hottie like I said before, it was worth the $3.00 or whatever it was that I paid to see it.
And no, Melanie didn't show up. Should I have been surprised?
After the movie, I had to go into work to get a tracking log our Fitness Monitor has us fill out. We have to document the push-ups, sit-ups, aerobic and non-aerobic activity (i.e. weight lifting) we do, and give it to our commander for review. It sucks being on the remedial fitness program, all because you're a slow runner, but that's the way it goes. Que sera sera.
Because our Fitness Monitor is more like the fucking Fitness Gestapo, I had to print up a new sheet for the month of May since he yelled at me Tuesday for not having one. So in order to prevent being treated like a goddamned 10 year old twice in 1 week, I figured I would humor the asshole and bring the sheet along tomorrow, reflecting the work-out sessions I've had to date. Did I forget to mention he gets a copy of the week's results each Friday for review purposes? Some people take their job waaaay too seriously.
So I go to the office, and who's there finishing up a term paper? Melanie. She's had all weekend, Monday, Tuesday, and today to take care of this shit and she's been fucking around until the last minute. She asks me what I'm doing there and I told her I have to print this fitness form out so the goddamned Fitness Nazi doesn't throw me in the Gulag or something.
"So did you go see the movie?" she asked.
"Of course I did, I told you I was going to." I replied.
"So are you mad at me for not showing up?"
"No, just disappointed. A leopard can't change its spots." I fired back.
"Look I've been working on this term paper since 10am this morning! I'm still in my same clothes that you saw me at in the library!"
"Melanie, you've had HOW LONG to write this paper?"
"Listen that's not fair! I didn't want to work on my other paper and this one at the same time, otherwise I would get confused."
"Whatever Melanie, you need to manage your time better."
She got pissed and somewhat hurt at that comment, but considering the fact she's ignored me up until now, and even ditched me to finish this paper she could've wrapped up a day or two ago shows me she'll use any excuse to avoid me. She tried back-tracking by asking whether or not I was flying through Seattle when I leave in July, but I really didn't feel like talking to her.
She asked whether or not I was going to visit her there in Seattle and told her that I wasn't going to. I had planned my travel months ago and flying to LAX was closer and cheaper to getting me home to San Diego, and that Seattle wasn't part of the journey. Even if I did go, chances are I would hang out a day or two at the most and then go about my business to San Diego.
"Well are we going to hang out Friday night since you're leaving Saturday morning?"
"Probably not. I need to finish packing and clean my room incase there's an inspection while I am gone."
"Well let's talk about this Friday." she mused.
"Forget about it. There's nothing to talk about." I fired back at her.
Just this time, Adamma came into the office, drunk from celebrating her birthday. I wished her a Happy One and she told Melanie to come join her for a drink since all her other friends vanished, and then wanted me to join along. I told her how I have to fire the M-16 tomorrow and don't feel like getting shitty before going to bed.
Melanie and Adamma left the office and just as she was leaving, reminded me she wanted to talk Friday when I get back. Fuck that.
Listen, if she was really concerned about our friendship, she would've made time for me. It's not going to kill her to take an hour and a half off to see a movie with me. Chances are she needed the break as stressed out as she's been about this PCS and her course, but she has to do things her way. Again, that's cool. It's her world and I am just a stage prop as far as I am concerned. She can take all the college classes she wants to when she gets to McChord AFB like she's planning on doing, and fuck all the Latinos she wants. If she ends up getting knocked up by some filthy Messican, it's her ordeal, not mine.
I can be a fucking bastard when pushed. Don't push me.
As far as I am concerned, I'm through holding her hand while guiding her through the nicer parts of Hell and she's on her own from here on out. No words can help the situation any, and it's too late for actions now. Perhaps she should've thought about this back in January or something but she had her chance and she blew it.
C'est la vie
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