David Finally Posts.

Everybody look at me. Look at what I am doing. Is everyone proud of me? I'm even doing it from my own computer. Gooooo meeeee! Too bad I don't really have anything to talk about.
The night before last I went to the library with Court. Our library is a huge labryth with like six sets of stairs in random places and walls of books that don't end. I was darting in and out of these walls and managed to elude Court. I went down a different flight of steps and found her on the lower floor, back turned to me. So, of course I sneak up and scare her with one of my "dinosaur" noises. Unfortunately, to a shock that scared me more than what I did her she slipped an OMG. I was possitivly devistated and just turned around and walked off supressing my rage and complete sadness. I went and "hid" in one of the study cubbies and to avoid crying I got a book to read. After about ten minutes I took enough control over myself to not tear up so I put the book back and just sat there for what seemed like an hour but was probably closer to only ten. I got up and walked on the opposite side of the library of Court and looked to see if she was still there. She was. I couldn't face her, not yet anyway. So, for another twenty minutes I looked at the Complete Unabridged Webster Dictionary. Wowzers, we have a lot of words. I couldn't really concentrate on them though. When I looked again, Court was gone, it was time to escape. As I left the library I saw Court at the counter, I snuck by. I continued straight to my dorm and then straight to bed. I'm pretty sure it was seven something. I laid there, clothes on, face mashed into pillow. I'm glad no one asked me if I was okay. I'm sure I would have cried and none of my roommates would understand my predicament. After a while of waiting my cell phone rings. IGNORE. It rings again. IGNORE. And for three. IGNORE. Chris (roommate one) asked me who kept calling and I said Court. He responded with sweet, or awesome or something, which was a prefered response. Unfortunately after that she called the dorm. Chris answered and told her I was asleep. I'm not sure if he really thought I was asleep or if he knew I didn't want to talk to her, but it doesn't really matter because he gave in to her sad angelic voice. He also enjoys doing mean things to me, like waking me up. So he violently thrashed me with the pillow that he ripped out from under me and said DAVID! PHONE! So inevitably I answered it. Court begged for firgiveness and said she didn't mean to. I couldn't say more than one word at a time because I didn't want to break down into tears. I eventually agreed to letting her see me so I got up and went outside and waited for her. She showed up on the edge of tears and sat down next to me, telling me how sorry she was and how awful she felt. She then told me that she got me something. While opening her purse she said, you might not want it now because it will make you think of me. It was her perfume, she wanted me to squirt a little on my pillow so that "she would be there" when I slept. It was a wonderful nice thing. Then we went to my car and we talked. I forgave her the sixty times she asked and wasn't upset anymore but I was still increbibly sad. So she held me and I her. She cried, I didn't. I told her I wasn't going to break up with her and that I didn't love her any less. And the recovering process has begun. I'm not sure how long it will take me to stuff it in the back of my head and never think of it again, a year or two perhaps. And thats the end of that.
I'm doing much better know, I happy cheery David again. I get wooshes of terror from time to time when I remember the dreadful event.
I don't have classes today, thats always fun, I think this might be the last time though. Midterm is comin up soon, I really need to check into that. Thanks for reminding me guys. I think I'm going to go play video games and wait for lunch time. You kids have a nice National Smile Day day.