Just updated (sort of) Wayne's journal. He said he has some more stuff for me so I guess I'll have to force it out of him sometime soon.

Went to lunch at Big City Diner with Mona today. I used to tutor in her class at Puuhale elem. I tutored this boy who was just awful. He used to do all kinds of mean rude things to me and we hardly ever got any reading done. I probably would have quit doing that tutoring thing earlier than I did except that Mona was super nice to me and I really liked hanging out in her classroom. Plus the rest of her kids weren't really too bad. She was always offering to let me teach a lesson to her class if I wanted and she even offered to get certified (to train teachers) so I could do my student teaching with her. I think you all know this story about how I changed majors so that never happened, but it was still really nice of her to offer. Anyway, we kept in touch, initially, when I moved to Seattle but then because I'm such a slacker, I stopped writing. Finally after moving back to HI and being here for over a year (almost two) I decided to write to her again to check if she was still living in the same place. She was and she called me and viola! Here we are today. So that was really cool because she really is so nice and sweet and she even brought me a present. We had lunch and talked and all that stuff that people do. I don't have many female friends and I don't have any married friends, so I really have a lot of fun with Mona. Not that I'm married or anything, but still. I feel so grown up (teehee).

The only problem with lunch is that no one listened to me when I told them I was going. I asked Wayne about it yesterday (when I received the invite) because I knew I had to take him to work by 1400. The whole purpose of telling him was to let him know that my lunch at noon might interfere with my ability to get him to work on time. Rather than work out an alternate plan, he said no problem, he'll wait for me to get home. Ok, that's settled, or so I thought. My mom also had to go to work, but this I didn't know until I was leaving for lunch. She was supposed to go in at 1 but I told her I had to take W so I agreed to take her after lunch, before Wayne. I also said I didn't know when lunch would be over. Ok there as well, right? Wrong of course, otherwise I'd have nothing to write about here.

So I'm almost done with lunch when Wayne calls wanting to know where I am. Lunch, Big City Diner, I say. He replies that he has to go to work and my mom has to go as well. I tell him that we're almost done and I'll be home shortly. He says he's going to call his grandpa to take him. Fine, I say, do whatever you want, stupid non-listening person. So I get home the same time that grandpa comes for Wayne. Rather than stopping to say bye to me, W jumps in the car and zooms away. Not a problem, if he wants to be pissy for a while, he obviously thinks he's justified, let him be pissy. He's going to work anyway and I won't have to see him for 10 or so hours. My mom has already left for work (Mona picked me up leaving the car at home) and she better not give me any crap when she gets home.

Ok, so everyone's gone, I didn't have to take anyone anywhere, I don't need the car until later tonight so I'm all g. Sure Wayne's a little pissed but he'll get over it; I'm going to go inside, drink my abandoned cup of coffee and take a nap or something. Sure, except I can't get inside because the freaking door is locked. Someone, in their pissiness, didn't bother to check if I had my keys before locking up. I check upstairs, sure enough, mom locked up there too, not that I really want to spend 10 hours upstairs but it's better than being outside for 10 hours. Fuck. I call pissy boy and he's nearly to Kaneohe. I give him some shit about not checking if I had my keys (because he's always really good about doing this) and for not saying bye because if he had he would have known I didn't have my keys. He gives me some crap about being late for work and implying that it wasn't his responsibility to check if I had my keys or not. Whatever. If he was a woman I would say he locked me out on purpose but since he's not I'll just say he wasn't being as considerate as he usually is.

So to wrap this up, his grandpa has to turn around and drive all the way back to town. I'm sitting there waiting for them to get back and I notice it's been almost 30 minutes that I've been waiting there. No, I wasn't getting impatient, it's just I was trying to figure out what was going on. So because it took so long, I assumed that they decided to take Wayne on to work and for grandpa to swing the keys back here afterwards. My house is not exactly on the way back to his but still makes more sense than driving back here with Wayne, making him an hour and a half late rather than just 45 minutes late. But I guess two male heads are not better than one female head because Wayne came back with grandpa, ran out, opened the door, said something like, "Ok" or was it "there" and took off again. No I wasn't expecting him to stick around for a night cap or anything but I didn't expect a little more like maybe a "sorry for being pissy when I should have just paid more attention to what your plans were when you told me yesterday and I'm sorry for locking you out which wouldn't have happened if I weren't being a biyatch and had checked for your keys like I always do." You know, something like that.

But whatever, here I am, I got in, he'll get over this too. I'm going to go run before my daa calls me to go to dinner. I don't normally run during the day because it's too hot, I don't like the sun but I hate wearing sunscreen, but mostly because I don't want anyone watching my fat out of shape ass attempting to move faster than a slug.

Oh yah, other things going on. Night school started but not regular school. I have two night and one day class. Todd Ozawa is in my english class which I don't like because it's about poetry. I don't really like the people in my classes so far. I don't expect that to change but fortunately they're only 8 weeks long, one week already over. I got a new calendar for 2003 since no one sent me my usual X-Files one this year. It's a hot sauce calendar and Wailer bought it for me at Borders last night. It's pretty cool. I like the layout.

I think I was going to say something else but I really can't remember right now. Maybe I was going to bitch about Vel and how he only let me come over for 15 paranoid minutes which I got to spend watching him look out the window every 30 seconds and act like a nervous dork. No, that wasn't it, must have been something else.