I nearly knocked a short, fat, old woman through the wall yesterday afternoon.

She tried forcing me out of the way when I told her she couldn't take her grandchildren to Disney World without their father telling me it was alright for them to go.
Since I was babysitting, and no one told me they were coming yesterday to pick them up, I couldn't legally let them go.
And after I resisted (I don't look like I have all the strength I do, so I definitely surprised her), I looked her straight in the eye while I held her arms away from me.
She tried telling me I have mental problems and shouldn't be watching the kids.
I believe it was because I don't have a job or because of my slight anger problems.
I don't remember.

My job at the moment is to watch their damn grandchildren.
I'm helping my mother and their father out by watching them for little pay.

And as for anger, I honestly showed a lot of control over it yesterday.
I could have let myself go into a blind rage and, if I let myself, they probably wouldn't have been able to leave without an ambulance.
And under different circumstances, I probably would have.
But I had to keep control of the situation.
Mom was notified shortly after their refusal to wait until the kids' father got home.

Not to mention the kids didn't even want to go.
Robert started crying the second they came in and started telling them they had to go.
And Bri started crying because her dad wasn't there to say goodbye.
Oh, and another thing, they'd be out of school for three days (illegally, I might add) because of the trip, when school just started last Thursday.
Everyone has a feeling they weren't just going to Disney World, but they were trying to take them completely.
And I was giving them the benefit of the doubt until she touched me.

Oh, and to make things better, Rachael's ex (the one who we partially owe to being together atm) is continually harassing her.
Trying to make up with her, after all the shit he's put her through.
This has been a problem since the fair, but now it's much more my concern now, considering he's messing with my girlfriend.

So yeah, if I had my way, both old grandmothers and 15(?) year old boys would be getting getting their asses handed to them at the moment.

Wow, I haven't updated in a long time.
Nothing to write about, etc.
The normal excuses.
But whatever, that's not the important part.

Things seem to be looking up.
I had an amazing night last night.
Something good always seems to happen at the fair.
It's usually the events afterwards that suck.
But regardless, I spent from 8pm to 2am last night with two wonderful girls.
One is my best friend, the other my ex girlfriend.

I'll be honest, I was a bit apprehensive about going when I learned Rachael (ex) was going.
I had felt a bit guilty because we drifted (god, there's that word again) apart after we broke up.
But her going ended up being a really good thing.
At least temporarily.
I don't know about the future, but yet who ever does.

I was thinking that she was still interested pretty much from the start.
And I was pretty sure by the time I left the fair that she did.
And it was confirmed afterwards when we talked in IMs all night until 6am.

Although, at the beginning, I wasn't exactly sure, since the guy that she left me for was still by her side.
Which saddened me for some reason.
But that ended up being a farce.
They had been broken up for three months.
And in some weird way, I was glad he was there, as well as hated that he was.
He turned out to be a sort of catalyst.
I don't think the night would have turned out the way it did if he wasn't there.
Maybe eventually, but not quite that fast.

I was the one to comfort her when he upset her about halfway through the night.
And that one decision set up a great night afterwards and made me realize exactly why I had liked her in the first place.
As well as why I continued to like her even after the breakup.
(Why do love songs always seem to be on the radio when you're thinking about the very same topic?)

While she cried on my shoulder, all I could think about was how much I loved hugging her.
She just felt so right in my arms.

Oh well, I guess I'll wait and see what the future holds.