Post by Jimmy Neutron on May 6, 2006 22:45:34 GMT -5
For one with such a high I.Q., Jimmy was feeling particularly stupid.
For the past hour -- ever since he had returned home from a painfully long and lonely day at school -- Jimmy had been holed up in his lab, lamenting over his situation and doing nothing remotely productive. (Other than the constant, self-pitying drone reminding him of his current girlfriend problems, he could not get his mind to focus on anything.)
Goddard watched him with a curious eye as Jimmy restlessly wandered about.
When sitting in his computer chair no longer held appeal, Jimmy stood and walked over to one of his work tables. Forgetting what he was doing before reaching it, he paused wearily before changing directions and headed for his mini fridge. He opened and closed it without removing anything or even glancing at the contents within. He wandered back to the work table sluggishly, once more forgetting why.
His shuffled footsteps halted as he realized there was no why. Looking over at Goddard mournfully, he said, "This is getting ridiculous, boy."
Goddard lifted his head from his paws and yawned. This could be taken as concurrence in only the most warped of ways, but Jimmy found it as such.
"Don't give me that -- I don't need that!" He glowered down at his dog, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You act as if it were all my fault! Despite how ridiculously minute, Cindy did have some part of this!"
Goddard cocked his head to one side.
"I don't care!" Jimmy went on, throwing his hands into the air. "You don't know her like I do. When she gets mad, it's because she's scared. She's scared of me, Goddard, and just because I was in a bad mood!"
Goddard yawned again, stretching out his limbs with a soft metallic scraping, and settled back down in preparation to enter 'Sleep Mode'. Jimmy's rants always lasted quite some time; Goddard figured he could get in at least five minutes of recharging before his master finished.
"No, no not scared of me physically -- I mean, who would be -- but she thinks I'm still mad, that I'm going to blow up at her again!" He scowled at the floor, hands shoved into his pockets, and kicked a half-crunched aluminum can of Goddard's across the lab. "She probably thinks I'm going to break up with her at this point, the way she was avoiding me all day!"
Jimmy froze, blinking at this final statement. With a heavy sigh and roll of his eyes, he moaned, "Aww, crap."
With another exasperated sigh, Jimmy snatched the key to his hover car off a table as he headed for the exit, shouting back agitatedly to Goddard, "Hasn't she figured out my temperament by now? I mean, for the love of Albert Einstein, she knows just what to say that will get me riled up, but she doesn't realize I will hate any and everything for at least a day before I let it pass?"
Goddard flinched as the door to the lab shut, thinking to himself that Cindy deserved a little leeway. It had taken Jimmy five whole years to realize he loved her, after all, so who was he to point fingers at ignorance?
{Ack, I live!!! Yes, it's true, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth... yet...knock on wood. I know it will happen to me. That's just the kind of luck I have.}
For the past hour -- ever since he had returned home from a painfully long and lonely day at school -- Jimmy had been holed up in his lab, lamenting over his situation and doing nothing remotely productive. (Other than the constant, self-pitying drone reminding him of his current girlfriend problems, he could not get his mind to focus on anything.)
Goddard watched him with a curious eye as Jimmy restlessly wandered about.
When sitting in his computer chair no longer held appeal, Jimmy stood and walked over to one of his work tables. Forgetting what he was doing before reaching it, he paused wearily before changing directions and headed for his mini fridge. He opened and closed it without removing anything or even glancing at the contents within. He wandered back to the work table sluggishly, once more forgetting why.
His shuffled footsteps halted as he realized there was no why. Looking over at Goddard mournfully, he said, "This is getting ridiculous, boy."
Goddard lifted his head from his paws and yawned. This could be taken as concurrence in only the most warped of ways, but Jimmy found it as such.
"Don't give me that -- I don't need that!" He glowered down at his dog, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You act as if it were all my fault! Despite how ridiculously minute, Cindy did have some part of this!"
Goddard cocked his head to one side.
"I don't care!" Jimmy went on, throwing his hands into the air. "You don't know her like I do. When she gets mad, it's because she's scared. She's scared of me, Goddard, and just because I was in a bad mood!"
Goddard yawned again, stretching out his limbs with a soft metallic scraping, and settled back down in preparation to enter 'Sleep Mode'. Jimmy's rants always lasted quite some time; Goddard figured he could get in at least five minutes of recharging before his master finished.
"No, no not scared of me physically -- I mean, who would be -- but she thinks I'm still mad, that I'm going to blow up at her again!" He scowled at the floor, hands shoved into his pockets, and kicked a half-crunched aluminum can of Goddard's across the lab. "She probably thinks I'm going to break up with her at this point, the way she was avoiding me all day!"
Jimmy froze, blinking at this final statement. With a heavy sigh and roll of his eyes, he moaned, "Aww, crap."
With another exasperated sigh, Jimmy snatched the key to his hover car off a table as he headed for the exit, shouting back agitatedly to Goddard, "Hasn't she figured out my temperament by now? I mean, for the love of Albert Einstein, she knows just what to say that will get me riled up, but she doesn't realize I will hate any and everything for at least a day before I let it pass?"
Goddard flinched as the door to the lab shut, thinking to himself that Cindy deserved a little leeway. It had taken Jimmy five whole years to realize he loved her, after all, so who was he to point fingers at ignorance?
{Ack, I live!!! Yes, it's true, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth... yet...knock on wood. I know it will happen to me. That's just the kind of luck I have.}