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.

Impulsive Decisions

Here’s a tip: don’t make impulsive decisions. They can either lead to bad things, or on very very very rare conditions, good ones. After I posted yesterday, I lured Katie to my house with pizza and we watched some documentaries. My mom pulled a good facade to make it seem like nothing is happening with our family falling apart, so kudos to her. But, on the other hand, I know Katie was thinking about it. I’m glad she never brought it up until I did.

I only have school on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and since yesterday was Wednesday, I couldn’t be out all night. But did I care? No. We stayed out until 1AM. I would tell you all the details, but they’re boring and useless and don’t fit into the story at all. I’ll start from the beginning:

Katie came over for some pizza and Netflix, where we watched a documentary about the creation of the Crips and Bloods. It was interesting. After that, around 8PM or 9PM, we went out and I snuck a beer (I found some!) and we went to get some coffee. I think I’m a coffee addict.

After about thirty minutes of figuring out what to do and where to go, we decided on going to a random park. There are zero parties on weekdays, sadly. We took a few polaroids, blah blah blah, and then went to Katie’s house and hung out on Omegle until 1AM.

Going on Omegle makes me feel better. I don’t know what it is. Maybe just being a complete slut on it or something. We met this guy names Schmidt that hacked Katie’s computer and found her IP. It was hilarious because she found it so creepy, but I thought it was cool. He taught me how to track my own, but I doubt I’d use it anytime soon.

We mostly insulted each other. He’s a rich kid from Beverly Hills and said he “shit ten dollar bills.” I said I shit fifty cents. Ha! Katie, him, and me, all talked about sex and if guys seriously liked getting their dicks sucked. They do. He was high the whole time. I wish I was high. We started talking about the word Daddy and Katie kept squirming at the sound of it. To make her cringe more, I kept moaning it. She says it sounds perverted and gross. I don’t see how, though.

I had a sudden impulse to message a guy I used to talk to. Why? Because I can. So I did. He added an avocado and eye emoji. What does the avocado mean? I’m not too good with sex talk. Then he left me on read. Then earlier I asked him what it meant, and guess what? He left me on read. Again!

Would I have gone through with it? Probably not. But at least he knows I’m interested. It was embarrassing though because I added “daddy” to the mix. Don’t do that. What makes matters worse is that I’m going to senior ditch day with Katie’s class and, since he’s graduating this year, he’ll most likely be there. Thank god for Katie’s boy toy. He’ll be supplying and I’ll need as much as I can get if Brandon is there.

 

My Life Sucks

As I type this, I’m emotionless and in need of some alcohol. I feel like this is going to be the beginning of the worst year of my life. Possibly years.

My mom just told me that her and my stepdad are getting a divorce.

I feel betrayed. Is this what kids going through divorce feel like? Am I another statistic in the long line of broken families and messed up relationships? As if my life and its relationships aren’t already messed up! My mom says to call him and tell him how I feel, but I don’t want to even speak to him or hear his voice.

So this is what I’ve decided: my stepdad is out of my life. For good. He’s about as bad as my biological dad. I feel so betrayed and I want to crawl into a hole and die there. Why is my life filled with bad luck?

Have I mentioned that I really need some alcohol?

I told Katie about this and she says she cares and is there for me. You would think that after knowing each other for almost two years that she’d be over and trying to comfort me. Nope! She’s with her boy toy right now, probably getting high or talking about dumb shit like coleslaw. (He asked her if she liked it or not the last time we hung out.) Maybe this is payback for calling her a pig killer.

If I can find any alcohol in this house, I’ll probably drink myself to sleep tonight. I don’t feel like being around anyone, and I’ll probably be depressed all day tomorrow. Yippee!

 

Steven, Pig Killer, and No Diploma

Last night I met my friend Katie’s great grandma. I think she’s 83. It was so awkward! She was all old and wrinkly and almost deaf. It took her 5 minutes to actually hear something, even though it wasn’t accurate at all. She thought my name was Steven, yet I’m obviously a girl and don’t look like a Steven. I just don’t understand how she got Steven from Jessica. I don’t think she has teeth, and I’m pretty sure she smelled weird, too. But I think that’s just Katie’s house. When I left Katie’s house, everyone said bye except her grandma. She said hi, which caused me to stop and stare at her as if she was foreign.

My friend Katie had an awful time on Easter. She’s so sensitive, but I guess I can see why. She’s a sheltered pig like the ones her dogs killed. She couldn’t stop crying about it! I spent at least ten minutes laughing about it. My sense of humor is terrible. But I wasn’t laughing at the dogs killing the pigs. I was only laughing about how the people are going to look back on this ten years from now and laugh about it. When I hung out with her yesterday, I made fun of her. The dogs killed a little autistic boy’s favorite (and best) show pigs. He only had two weeks to go before he could show them off. I made fun of Katie for being a pig killer, but she responded with “You eat pig all the time!” Hahahaha! I even told her she killed an autistic kid’s dreams. She almost cried.

Skipping to this morning, I was in a huge rush. I ran into my principal, which only led to her talking to me about the emails she sent. She said if I didn’t do three exams in a few weeks, I wouldn’t be able to get my diploma and graduate. How fucked up is that?! I’m going to ask about it on Thursday, but I’m not going to take it if I don’t have to. It’s pointless. I hate school.

This would’ve been a lot longer, but I didn’t have an eventful day at all. I have no idea what time to post. I think I’ll post when something interesting happens or when I’m in the mood for spilling my deep, dark secrets. Not sure. I have a lot of work and sleep to catch up on, so I’ll update you all on when something of my liking—or disliking—happens. See ya.

Nine Hour Shift

Having a job that’s relaxed and lets you sit on a yoga ball the whole time is amazing. Too bad this is my last month working there. It’s honestly so boring and everyone treats each other like a doormat. My boss is literally crazy and makes weird ass sounds, and this one lady that I work with is hated by everyone. No joke. We’re trying to get her to quit.

It was a slow day, which is great since it’s not so loud and people rarely come up to you to ask if they can borrow a basketball. Most are clueless and ask before looking. Working at a gym sure has its perks when you want to get your homework done, though. Which, as we can all believe, I didn’t do.

I was working with Oscar today, which I rarely ever get to do. He’s a little on the bigger side with a gray mustache. He looks like Mr. Potato Head, but without the hat and dark skin. He’s white, bald, and is probably in his mid forties. Anyway, we talked about anything we could think of. We made fun of people on Facebook, talked about cooking/baking shows, and criticized school subjects. Then we started talking about ghosts and ghost towns.

There’s actually a ghost town called Johnsonville Village in East Haddam, Connecticut that’s on the market for $800,000. It’s basically a town created from a mill, and the people that worked at that mill lived in the now abandoned houses. This was all during the late 1800s. We watched a video that showed the area, just to see how it looked, and the music made it a little too creepy. There are a few ghost towns around here, so maybe I’ll check one out.

Somehow we got to talking about our ghost experiences, which I’ve only had one. It’s not that cool, so I won’t talk about it. But Oscar had three. Two when he was younger, and one when his daughter was a year old. Those stories were creepy, to say the least.

Have you guys ever heard of water babies? I haven’t until today. Water babies are these unwanted or deformed babies that were thrown into water by this Indian tribe. People say you can hear them cry and hear the laughter of children, which makes those unlucky few drown. They’re sort of like sirens, I guess.

Oscar said that he read about this one guy just vanishing in a lake six hours from where we live. There was zero trace of him, and his small boat was still floating. He was an excellent swimmer and never drank, or so his family says. I don’t believe the nondrinker part. I blame the water babies for making the poor guy disappear. Apparently, the more I look into this, there are a lot of urban legends about this lake. There are also a lot of disappearances. Where did they all go? Crazy thought, huh?

After a few hours, this random guy came up to me and tried asking me what I was doing on my laptop. He was super sweaty, awkward, and had glasses. I said I was doing school work (lies!), in which he stopped and kept asking more questions. I don’t think he got the hint through my facial expression. I’m not a narcissist or anything, but I legitimately thought he was about to ask for my number. I already had two awful experiences where a guy tried hooking up with me, and an old lady tried hooking me up with her son.

I feel like this is all over the place, stops abruptly, and only talks about my work day. I worked nine hours and that’s basically all that happened. Does that annoy any of you? If so, I’ll try harder to end things smoothly and talk about more interesting things. I literally just got home from work and took a shower, and now I’m about to eat a delicious TV dinner while watching Gilmore Girls and/or documentaries.