Better Days

Lately, my life has become bearable. It has started getting better, and maybe that’s partially because of the mindset I’ve been having. I feel like this past month, I’ve started liking who I am, how I am, and whatnot. I think movies help me with that.

Also, good news! I recently got my license, and passed on my first try. I felt so happy, like I’ve accomplished something I set my mind to a few years ago. I love driving, and cannot wait to get my own car. Blasting 60s and 70s music is what I’ll be doing every time I’m behind the wheel, that’s for sure.

I feel like I’ve missed so much, but I really haven’t. I know it’s been a month since my last post, but I have a good reason. I’ve moved on from feeling sorry for myself. I’m a lot happier. I’ve also been watching Netflix nonstop (hello,  Supernatural!).

One thing that I need to get started on is college. I’ve already applied and sent my transcripts to the local community college, but I haven’t received an acceptance e-mail or anything yet. I still have to register for classes (once I get accepted and figure out which classes I need). It’s a little hectic, and I’ve been procrastinating. Hence, the nonstop Netflixing.

I know this was short and boring, but I’ll update once things get interesting. I’m so boring right now, it’s cray-zee.

Until next time (hopefully soon!),

Jessica xoxoxoxoxoxo

Hell Explained

Ahhhh, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. The dirty details of my week in Hell. I won’t really say everything since every little thing isn’t that important or relevant. I’m updating on my last night here. I leave tomorrow. Thank God.

I’ll start off with getting dropped off at the airport, in which my own mother didn’t shed a tear for my departure to the oh-so-boring countryside made for old people. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe some kind of emotion caused by the thought of her only daughter leaving her side for the next three months. Pretty sure she smiled the whole hour ride back home. Ha.

Nothing really important happened at the previous two airports I went to, but later in the day I arrived at the last one and had to wait three hours or so for a ride to the town the grandparents I was going to be living with live in. I have two sets of grandparents that live fifteen minutes from each other. One set is labeled as Hell (grandma and grandpa) and the other is labeled as Heaven (grandfather and grandmother).

My driver loved talking, which kind of annoyed me since I wanted to fall asleep and pretend I was anywhere but in a two-hour car ride. He mentioned his daughters were in the Olympics and had straight-As. I wish!

When we got to the town, which is just a highway, my grandparents greeted me and we go out to this small, loud restaurant next to a nail salon. How crappy and cheap can you get?

The thing about the grandparents I lived with for a week is they hate anyone who has an opinion. I guess my whole family is like that the more I think about it.

My grandma is a bitch. She looks like a deflated frog and wears these awful white tennis shoes with a small black cross body bag. She also waddles like a penguin whenever she walks anywhere. We don’t get along at all.

My grandpa, her partner (they aren’t married but they’ve been together for over twenty years), is hard at hearing, has dentures, and doesn’t wear pants outside. He has this thing in his stomach or chest that will instantly kill him if it bursts out from picking something up that’s too heavy. I’ve wondered how I’d react to the news to his death. Would I be relieved? Cry? Would I be emotionless?

I don’t even know him. I can’t be upset about something like this happening if I never really connected with him, you know? How brutal does that sound? Not crying over my own grandpa’s death?

Anyway, back to the restaurant next to the nail salon… They wouldn’t even let me talk a full sentence, and so I just sat there, eating my fried shrimp and wanting to pass out and die. My grandpa offered some poor kid a bite of his steak. I wanted to crawl in a hole and shrivel up and die right then and there. It didn’t help that I have the same hair color as my grandma and can be mistaken as her daughter or whatever, not that I would be since she’s old as shit. Going out in public with old people is so embarrassing and should be avoided at all costs.

On the other hand, my grandfather is married to a Russian, and it’s the best thing ever. She’s beautiful. Old, but still beautiful. Her name is Sonechka, but we all call her Nechka. Her accent is so thick I can hardly understand what she’s saying half the time, but her hand and arm movements are so exaggerated it looks like she’s playing charades. I just smile and nod whenever I can’t understand what she’s saying. I love being around Nechka.

Her husband, which is my grandfather that actually has his teeth, is big. Double chin, big belly, the works. He’s rich, which makes up for that stuff. He gives me lots and lots of money on holidays and special occasions. Wanna know the best part? His house has no ants or bugs in it. And his dishes are clean and his house doesn’t smell or look dirty!

We had a goodbye dinner tonight, and my grandpa gave me my graduation gift. A necklace from Spain and one hundred bucks. That’s eighty bucks and a necklace more than what my other grandparents (the ones I have been living in Hell with) gave me. You can guess who I like more.

When I told my grandma about the money, she said, “That makes me seem like a cheapskate!” She only buys Great Value, so she really is one.

Hell was terrible. Ants were all in the bathroom, and a moth hung out there for what seemed like forever. I found a spider in the room I was sleeping in, and I actually washed everything I ate with/off before they touched my food. The floor was dirty and gross and seriously needed a sweep and mop to it. I vacuumed the whole house because I was forced to, but at least I put in some effort to clean it up a little. It didn’t last. I was also kicked out of the room when the 5 o’clock news came on, and all my grandpa watched was western and black and white movies. They were so boring and poorly acted.

Their dogs hate me, too. Oh the fun!

Hell, USA

Remember when I said I was looking forward to going to my grandparents for the summer? I take it back.

My life has been literal Hell. I feel as though Hell isn’t red and fiery, but instead is the unhappiness you feel in a situation that fucking sucks. It’s like Bring Hell to Me! is written on my forehead or something.

In a few days (hopefully!) I’ll have wifi and I’ll be farrrrr away from this disastrous place called Grandparents House. The water here is shit and there are ants everywhere. I’ve cried about fifty times since being here. You would too if you were in my situation. 😦

As soon as I get some internet, I’ll tell you guys everything. This week has been so eyeopening, and I can’t wait to spill all the dirty—literally—secrets. I just wanted to let you guys know I’m alive and slowly regretting agreeing to be in this trailer park trash of a house.

Talk 2 ya lataaaaa!

Life Update – …Sorta?

I’ve been away for 23 days. Has anything happened in my boring life? As a matter of fact, yes. I’ve officially become an unemployed high school graduate (as of tonight). Will I miss high school? Hell no.

Before I continue any further, I would like to thank lifewithstorm for the comment on my first post ever. So, thank you! I know I already replied, but it was a great point. Maybe I should become a Journalist.

Anyway, with my life being hectic and the news of my parents divorce still absorbing into my mind, I’ve been out of the house a lot more than usual. I figured something interesting would happen, but nothing that interesting did. I went to the city (no, not New York) with Katie and Sav, which led to hilarious events.

Although I won’t get into much detail about things, I can say that getting lost in the city is no fun. In fact, I wish it was like Adventures in Babysitting since I’ve always wanted that to happen to me. Sav couldn’t drive to save her life, and with that, sitting in the back was one bumpy ride. Literally.

It took us around 15 minutes to find the Chinese place (thanks Android!), and once we got Chinese food, it was Heaven on Earth. The downside was the lady not wearing any gloves and coughing into her hand. Katie got that plate. Ha!

Fast forwarding! I’m graduating tonight, and about to go get some sushi before rehearsals. I’m so excited. Everyone is so annoying. Oh, and then I go straight to the airport (at 3AM tomorrow morning).

Which leads me to my next dilemma. I won’t be able to get on since there’s absolutely no wifi. Old people need to get with the times. I’ll update you guys as soon as I can, but no promises on when it’ll be. Maybe I’ll write notes so I can remember shit.

Sushi time.

Cya!

P.S. I really enjoy reading comments on my posts. If you want me to talk about something, comment on one of my posts! I have sooo many non-filtered opinions.

Not Happy

It’s been a week since the last time I’ve posted, I think. I haven’t been happy at all lately. My mind has been on 37465234781 things.

I should be happy. But I’m not. I’m not even sad or mad or anything. I’m empty. That’s not good.

No one knows I feel this way. I’m trying to hide it. I almost got hit by a truck yesterday when I was crossing the street. I don’t know why I stopped. Maybe because I had to be at work. Go figure.

An update on my school life: I might not graduate. I don’t really care anymore. None of it really matters to me. School sucks, so why should I go to class? I hate class. I’ve been skipping class for two weeks. The teacher sucks. I don’t know how she became a teacher.

My mom yells at me for not taking my grades seriously. All I do is zone out. I write papers 24/7. The teachers suck. Grades are more important than anything else happening in the world. Why would I want to go back to school for another three years?

I want alcohol again. Sorry for the short, boring post. I don’t feel like blogging anything right now.