Entry 42: Arnold Visits Arnie
Spending an extra 30 minutes worshiping my shrine last night after a day coaching that pathetic excuse for a team of ours seemed to make me forget about my journal entry.
Perhaps that's not a bad thing. Seeing Arnold the next day (today) made me see my pessimistic attitude may not be hopeless as far as my dream of the two of us being together goes.
Tell me, which seems worse to you; a neglecting family or eccentric relatives?
Yesterday, I was on the field giving orders to our baseball team; hey I am the captain afterall. I don't care what football head says.
Speaking of whom, After I had assigned the positions, anywhere from whiners to excitables, he comes up and says to me…
"Actually Helga, I just came to say I can't play baseball after all. I have to visit my cousin Arnie."
Like the guy doesn't live with crazy enough people as it is. He gets the chance to get away from them, only to visit someone even crazier! At least in 99.9% of everyone else's opinion…
"Arnie? Your oh so adorable city cousin who came for a visit last time?"
"That's ONE twisted version of the story." I glared, while tossing the ball to Geraldo.
I don't normally agree with the losers in our class, but this was one of the few times they all backed me up.
"No kidding. I mean no offense man, but have you forgotten how creepy things get whenever Arnie's around."
"Oh come on Gerald, he's not THAT bad." my beloved insisted (which only seemed to make things worse for himself).
"Not that bad? Arnold, the boy collects lint."
"And he's always counting food instead of eating it."
"And He talks about gum."
"And let's not forget that plemy snort!"
Not supporting him may not have been a closer step towards winning him over. If anything it was hypocritical, considering the way I'm always complaining about Olllgaaaa's perfect self. Seriously though, the last time the guy came, the freak told me he was in LOVE with ME?
I didn't spend two seconds around him? Where the heck did that come from?!
Anyway, I went home, annoyed with the extra effort needed to be put into practice, what with us being short a shortstop and all.
Shockingly, Olga hadn't made any dinner. She was out for the night, not that I cared to find out where.
Was Miriam making dinner for the family? Pttss...what world do YOU live in?
Bob can't remember my name, what makes you think he would remember to save anything for ME if he DID decide to actually cook.
Not bloody likely, thinking back to our 'quantity time' week, when we went shopping together. I followed behind him annoyed as I listened to him say "Hmmm so none of this stuff is cooked already huh?"
Where did he think we were; a store or a restaurant? Criminy!
Anyway, after visiting my closet, pitying my beloved for the dreaded visit he would be making, and wishing him well, I went to bed without dinner.
Oh don't act so surprised. Since when is there ever any food around here?
I awoke this morning, sad I wouldn't be seeing my beloved (or so I thought).
Out of the field, there I was giving my usual orders, until I heard from behind…
"Helga?"
My eyes widened is disbelief, as they do everytime I unexpectedly see him.
"ARNOLD! I mean what are you doing here football head, I thought you were supposed to be visiting your lame-o cousin Arnie?"
My beloved then wrapped his arms around me as he shouted
"Wow Helga! It really is you!"
Why he was acting like that, I have no idea? I just know whenever he's willing to touch me, my heart melts in an indescribable way!
