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Well the police never came back for me. I was at my dad's anyway.
Saturday night I went to The Spot (a night club) with Crystal and Brandon. They're married. I don't know how I'm related to them or if I am at all. I don't think I am. So, I was kinda the third wheel even though other people came with us. Theywere married too. Another girl was there, who was also married, but her husband wasn't there. So, it was wierd. I was the only single one there. Anyway. I went to a bar for the first time ever. I had a sex on the beach. It was reall good. I had two of them. I also had two other drinks and a Miller light. It was mad expensive and I spent all my money. I felt sick but I wasn't really drunk. And I feel like a drank a lot. It was weird. Brandon started to grind with me because he was drunk but Crystal didn't seem to mind. That was weird too. So, yeah. It was a fun night.
I decided to go see my brother the next day, so I went to map quest to get directions. Well, I ended up getting lost anyway. After asking many people for directions and having my brother and a little boy (his girlfriend's son) walk to where I was, I finally found him. Well we took my car and drove all over the place, looking for weed. My brother calls it his medication. Because he can barely function without it. I tried to get coke but that fell through. So, we just got the weed, smoked that, and then I ended up getting lost again on my way home. I got so lost I sat there at a gas station and cried. I was able to back track my way back to my brother girl friends. So, I called my mom and told her I couldn't find my way home and I would have to find someone who knew how to get there. She freaked the fuck out. "I want my car back here now!!" I'm coming there to get it!! I want the adress!!" Well, I cried again. So, my brother took my phone from me and asked my mother what was wrong. She freaked at him.
First, I never explained that my brothers and sisters, we all have different moms, we just share the same dad. So, him and my mom haven't talked in years. Mostly because she blames him for what happened to me when I was 6 or 7. She yelled at him for that. Told him I was raped by his friends(though I really don't remember what happened- the mind has it's way of protecting itself when something tramatic happens to you) and it was all his fault. She told him he gave me drugs and alcohol, which he did, but it's not like I wasn't already doing it. But, he didn't give me weed for the first time, several years ago. He ended up hanging up the phone when, she said our dead grandmother can burn in hell. We found out my to my dad's girlfriends, and she was nice enough to get me to where I knew I could get myself home. SOm I got home, and my mom was calmed down by then. So, that's good.
Now, I'm at the back desk at the library. They decided I would stay here for the entire time I was here on Mondays. Just great.
Oh yeah, I took pictures of people at my dad's. I will post them when I get home.
Happy Halloween Everyone!
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( pictures from my dad's- pay attention to labels at the bottom at the pictures, that tells you who they are. )
There's still many more people whose picture's I've yet to take, either because my camera was being gay, or because they were being camera shy. I hope to get there more often and sneak in a few pictures.
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