11:42pm
Hey Chels,
So, today was spent nursing a cold. I am probably not going to massage Jim this week either, unless I feel so much better by Tuesday, which I doubt. Plus my dad is sick, too. So, I shouldn't massage someone with MS because they have like no immune system. I hate to cancel on him again because he really needs it, but I am still contagious and I would just die if I got him sick. So HOPEFULLY by the 8th I will be 100% better. I can feel it a bit in my nose, but I'm not coughing. So if I can prevent myself from coughing, maybe I can get by.
So, my friend Sarah (the religious one) became the potential adoptive parent of a baby boy today. There's something up with DNA testing, but pending the results, she might get to take him home! I am praying that this works out for her. She was the adoptive mother for a baby girl earlier this year but the birthmother took her back (evil bitch). So, hopefully I will get to put some good news in here (I hope I hope I hope).
So, last week was rough. While I was in the hospital with my mom, I realized something. The last time Oct 24th landed on a Monday was right after I moved to Florida with Brian. Things were good for a while but after Steven's birthday (Oct 12th) things just got worse. John's sister Emily was bitchy towards me and eventually everyone stopped talking to me, like it was my fault I was still stuck there. I got into this really weird fight with Jessica, Brian's friend. She wanted us to come visit but then freaked out because she wasn't sure if she could have people over because of the people she was staying with and then it turned out she was on her period and high (weed) at the same time. She just kept talking and talking and then decided I wouldn't want to go cuz there might be drugs there and she didn't want to be judged or something? I dunno. Oh, and I took Emily's water on accident because I was thirsty. I'm not sure why I didn't ask, maybe because I didn't know it was ONLY her water. I tried to apologize but she didn't give a fuck. You know, looking back on it, I see her point. The house is pretty cramped already and whatever boxes Brian and I brought was too much for such a cramped house. And for whatever reason, he took out the box with all my jewelry in it because there was "no room," but took all 3 of his boxes of empty cd cases. But anyway, no one made sure everyone was cool with us staying there and I took up space and she didn't see a point in getting to know me whatsofuckingever.
So anyhow, when the hurricane came, everyone got even more stressed and on Thursday (also my birthday) I found out that Brian and I had to get out because Alison never told the landlady that there were extra people who would be staying with her (but not living there). It would have been so much better if we didn't have to be homeless. Palo Verde was the only apartment complex that still had their electricity back in 48 hours. We had so many obstacles. The thing that pissed me off the most was that every time the lady would call and say the apartment was ready, when we got there she would say it wasn't ready. Finally, on Nov 1st, I basically laid down the law. I said we didn't have anywhere to go and I didn't care if the carpet was still wet. I had already done everything they wanted me to do. And I couldn't stay anywhere. I was prepared to sleep in my car in the parking lot until someone let me into my own apartment.
And then I had to go and write my own personal feelings in my own journal and Mike (from Osiris Rising) showed John what I wrote and I got into trouble. And then Joe died. Ugh it was a mess but just the start of my troubles. I think Mike was also the one who told Drew I thought he was abusive to Lauren. AND GUESS WHAT! EMILY IS A BITCH AND DREW IS A CHEATING, ABUSIVE LITTLE FUCKTARD! Jeez. And these people are so quick to judge me. Granted, I'm not perfect. But I'm not saying things that people don't already know. But the things they said back to me was just downright mean and spiteful. It's amazing to me how people who never gave me a chance were all for saying all these horrible things to/about me. But, as you well know, South Florida is crawling with immature little assholes who just want to shit all over each other and not take any responsibility for anything. I could never just have a normal laidback get together. Everyone was just fucking nuts.
Ugh, enough about all that. I am now onto Season 3 of Olga Kay. It's weird, some videos from this season were already played during Season 1. I guess that's why some of them said 2011 and others were from 2007--08. Ugh, it's almost 1am and I gotta get ready for bed.
<3,
Me
12:50am
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*update*
OMG, just realized that the season 1 I thought I saw wasn't season 1, it was episode 1 from season 3! Fuck. So I have to catch up on all of those episodes, which makes me happy. Oh, and I left off on video 9 of season 3. I think there are 4 seasons?
<3,
Me
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