I never thought that trying to write to someone that hurt you, who you care about, would be so difficult. I have been trying to write this letter for days now. But everytime that I think I got it...I read it over and end up deleting it, starting over.
Yesterday I had gotten to the point that I needed to leave my apartment because I didn’t want to even look at my computer anymore I was so frustrated. I had been able to get a hold of Donatello and my night got better. He was taking a break from the things he normally does (machines apparently :D) so with us both being home alone that night I decided to ask him if he would like company, promising that I would bring over a pizza. Which turned out to be a pepperoni with extra cheese. They were having a deal that also included a case of soda. Couldn’t pass that up.
When I got to the entrance Donatello asked me why I wasn’t with Casey, asking if he was busy. I let him know that I had text him to let hi know where I was, but hadn’t heard back. Also told him that I hadn’t hung out with Casey since having gone out for ice cream. This lead to a conversation about dates, I don’t know what really counts as a date, really. But from what I gathered from the wise Donatello. It is in the girl’s power to decide what is and isn’t a date. I had no idea that I was privilaged to have that type of power. Though I wasn’t fond of the idea. Knowing that I may use it for evil. We all have an evil side to us. Right?
I still need to think of a way to get a certain ninja teenage turtle back for a cruel prank he made on me on April Fools. I jumped right out of my chair! Okay okay...I jumped back and it fell over...with me in it!
When we got to the lair I then noticed that while we were walking...he was limping. He informed me that a mutant warthog named Bebop had done it...with laser hair. That part I am still confused about, but it sounded painful. After the news report I had seen Sunday. I had to ask him about these mutants...I didn’t want to run into one and not know what I needed to do. Run mostly. He gave me the names of the mutants he knew that were not friendly. Though, any mutant would have to gain my trust before I ‘hung around’ them. Donatello had interacted with me online for many weeks before I came to trust him.
Anyway!
I also mentioned the news report I had seen about the teenagers that were running around in turtle costumes wth ninja weapons. As stated by Muckman, the citys monster hero. Maybe there was hope for this city and the exceptance of mutants. Though...Goan Groady...was not very kind to the turtles...having called them children eaters. I have a feeling she maybe a problem in the future. Maybe I can take a job at Channel 6 and defuse things from there as a technician. Certain stories and footage to be lost? Hmmmm.
So, Donatello and I decided to play a game of Call of Duty 3. This is where I got to know his account name. DoesMachines1984. I didn't ask but he told me that TheBrains, was taken. Well mine was no better. GMWarriorPrincess. No it has nothing really to do with Xena, not a fan...but the name was too good to pass up, in most MMORP games I play I choose to be the Female Warrior. Princess was just too good to pass up. Like myself, Donatello didn't care for Xena or Conan.
Though Jason Momoa was a better Conan then Arnold.
Wasn't long after, before we started the game, Casey had shown up. :D We were on a mission to take out the campers. Campers in Call of Duty are those that camp in a location and take people out that run by. They have no real skill in the game so they use this method to take those that do know how to play and are far better the them out. Then try to say that they were sniping.
It is not sniping! It is camping!
We were doing pretty good. Though the headset I could hear the whiny 12 year olds. I tell you what though...never fails. Soon as they find out there is a female playing, one of two things happen, they gang up on her...or they start into the sexual harassment. I am not thin skinned, I have dealt with these type of punk children before. Their intellect is what becomes their undoing. I just have to target that and they shut up. Most of the time. Cause then they sound like idiots. And no one wants to sound like an idiot.
We were doing pretty good as a team. Taking out the campers. I had one kid try his hand at insulting me, but like I said, once you don't react the way they want you to and you target their intellect, they back off. That's right Nick2fast4you.
Then you have the cheaters that just suck the fun out of a game. Clintomous was this ones name, and he was killing me left and right. Donatello even tried to take him out...but his shots weren't hitting him. Figures that someone would take it to that level. I had lost interest not too soon after. Donatello was talking about Bebop again and how he needed to find out how the warthog's suit worked. I suggested using a Broadcasting Signal Intrusion method. Though he would have to keep it on a smaller band otherwise he would pick up signals allover the place. But this suit...it seemed that the only way to figure it out would be to get your hands on the suit it self. That didn't sound easy.
Well, after another death occurred by the cheater, I was done. It was late and I needed to get home. Casey offered to take me home, Donatello wanted to have himself a nice hot bath. I wished him a goodnight and went with Casey...who was wanting to flirt with "Danger".
Don't ask.
It was a great ending to a stressful day. I may have this letter done today.
I hope so...I need to feel some type of closure...even if that is putting the ball in his court.
