Mako's Message: Time skip! Sorta. Gotta keep things moving. Trying to do this day by day like I was would be insanity. Seriously, did you guys catch that? The last chapters where Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
I almost forgot an interesting story.
A new girl started at my workplace not that long ago, and I found out the other day that another of my coworkers was trying to get us together. Now, I bet you're wondering why I'm telling you this? Are you thinking, "Oh no, he's got a girlfriend now and the updates will stop"? No no, I'm still single, don't worry. I thought this would amuse you because of the girls name is Mindy.
It sure amused me.
Now on with the story.
Jesus fucking Christ was this week hell.
I swear the teacher's are desperately trying to cram as much information into our brains as possible before winter break. It's like they think we'll forget everything if they don't get it in before some sort of cut off date.
Okay, some of my classmates have the attention span of a goldfish. I'm surprised if they can remember what we were talking about at the beginning of class. Why do the rest of us have to suffer because of a couple of retards?
The work load for this week has been fucking ridiculous; Homework for every class, every night. Every class but one ended the week with a quiz, and at least one of my teachers plans to quiz us every week until winter break.
Insanity!
It's not even like the work is hard. There's just lots of it and it takes FOREVER to get through. I even had to take it with me on my night out with Dave (Marcus wouldn't let me leave until I promised to work on it while we were out.). We passed on the gun cleaning as we can clean them so fast now it's getting kind of redundant to clean them every week, and I just had him go through some warm up exercises while I worked.
Towards the end of the night he asked if we were going to spar or not. Since I'd pretty much finished everything I said sure, but that I needed a minute to stretch first since I'd been sitting so much I was really stiff. I didn't need to of course, I just wanted to catch him off guard. So while I was walking back and forth to "stretch my legs" I stepped on to a chair and leapt at him for a flying punch.
Surprisingly he caught me by my wrist. I should have followed up with something, but I was distracted by the sudden image of me crashing into him and us both tumbling back on to the couch and… never mind. I don't know where that came from. There was no tumbling anywhere and no crashing into anyone. He just brought his other hand up to my side to push me aside so I didn't hit him and he kind of tossed me away. Not my finest moment.
I could have kicked him before he could throw me, or punch him, or pretty much anything. It was somehow made worse by the fact that Dave threw me gently, like he was trying not to hurt me. That's probably exactly what he was doing actually. It was good to know he could do that though. If he'd wanted to he could have really hurt me by throwing me into a wall or a table or something. I mean, I doubt he's going to be fighting any little girls in the future, but the move still applies to anyone who leaps at him.
Dave is really impressing me. He's noticeably better each time we spar. He must really be taking this seriously and training hard on his own. I wonder how long it'll take him to catch up to me? A years or two? Months maybe? I guess it all depends on how hard we train on our own time.
I should put more effort into my own training. I don't want him catching up too quickly and I especially don't want him to catch up because I started to slip. That just wouldn't be fair to either of us. I have a standard to uphold after all.
Unfortunately that was the only time I really got to spend any time with Dave this week. Katie has been spending as much time with him as possible. I can understand why, for once. But it meant we didn't even get to free run the playground more than once this week.
The only other time we got to, ya know, talk and stuff was Monday. He came up to me at lunch and asked if I'd seen the day's paper. I hadn't so he pushed a copy over it folded over to an article titled, "Someone will get a coal mine in their stocking". A UPS driver apparently snapped and attacked one of the Salvation Army Santas on the street in broad daylight. Some helpful citizens dragged him off and he was arrested shortly after. Apparently the guy had a history of mental illness.
After I'd read the article I sighed and set it down. He asked what the sigh was for and I said, "I wish I could have been there."
He nodded his head and agreed, "Yeah, that does sound like it would have been fun."
He then tapped the newspaper and said, "There's another article in there you might like. Apparently Chris D'Amico was found dead in a department store changing room from a blow to the head."
I tore the fucking thing apart looking for it. Finally I gave up and said, "I can't find it. Where is it?"
He just sighed and rested his head in his hand and said, "I made it up. It's nice to imagine though."
He's such a dick for that. Can't say I disagree with him though.
I did manage to pick out Dave's gift though. It should get here well before Christmas which is good. I just hope there's no problem with it being sent to a P.O. Box. It'll be hard enough picking it up as is.
And I just got very good news. Dave has been certified! No more skank-whore!
