I just got back from picking up the pizza. I know, I didn’t want to have to go out, but I found I have nothing in the house to drink. Since I had to get something to drink, I just picked up the pizza.
Anyway, when I got back with the pizza the phone was ringing. By the time I got the door unlocked, in the house, and found the phone … it had stopped. Whoever it was called twice I think.
It was an “Out of Area” call … so I don’t know who it was. Dad’s cell has been coming up that way I think because he broke the antenna on it and it’s not sending and receiving correctly. You can definitely tell when you’re talking to him there’s something wrong with his phone.
I tried calling him, but there was no answer. I hate not knowing who it was at a time like this. I suppose had it been him and there was bad news, he would have left a message.
If it wasn’t him, then it makes me wonder if it was Shahirah, which would make me feel really bad.
-sigh-
I don’t know if it was, could have been another overseas friend, but it makes me feel bad to know it probably was her. Mom said that Shahirah told her that she’s been calling a lot at all hours hoping I’d answer.
The thing is, that would probably work, but on most days I’m gone virtually all day and don’t get home 'til around 2 a.m. What’s funny is, days I’m home more than not, I hardly receive a call.
Anyway, I never thought I’d feel this bad. It’s so hard to remain indifferent towards someone that is trying so hard to get a hold of you. It makes me feel like I'm being an unreasonable, stubborn jerk.
Now I remember one reason why I like to stay gone, so I don’t know if she is calling.
