Lotsa stuff has happened since my last update...
First of all, Susie went to Southern Illinois, but she got back on 24 July. I called her when she got back to hang out, but she said she needed to sleep, as the trip was taxing on her. I tried sending her a couple of messages through MySpace, but she didn't respond. I then tried calling her. I got her voicemail. She didn't return my call. This added fuel to the fire of depression that was already consuming me (I'm now taking Lexapro). I stopped trying to contact her on 28 July, figuring that she didn't want to hang out with me anymore. Well, last night I sent her another MySpace message, telling her that I wanted to hang out. I think she is ignoring me... I think I am going to have to call her today at noon or something and tell her that, unless she calls tot ell me not to, I am going to pick her up from where she works this evening so that we can talk. I don't want to be creepy or anything, but I deserve to know what the fuck is going on.
In other news, I sliced my thumb open Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. I was cutting limes for a gin and tonic, and the knife slipped and sliced my thumb. The laceration is four inches deep. It required three to four stitches to close. I was going to drive myself to the hospital, but I didn't want to get blood in my car, and I wasn't in any condition to drive. I was in shock. So I banged my head against my parents' bedroom door (since my hands were occupied trying to stop the bleeding) and told them that I needed to go to the hospital. I showed them the wound and my dad got dressed and took me in his Fiero.
They wouldn't prescribe me any painkillers, those bastards... Luckily, my parents stockpile medications, including painkillers. If I hadn't tried to kill myself last September, I could have used Lortab (a liquid opium-based painkiller) without asking my parents to search for their extra Vicodin... Sadly, I did try to kill myself, and, afterward, I flushed the Lortab.
So now I'm on Vicodin, and I will need to get more at the end of the week.
You know what makes this even worse? It was my left hand, and there is only one thing that I'm left-handed for... I'll give you a hint... It starts with an 'M' and ends with an 'asturbation'...
In otehr news, UPS has hired me to work on the ramp at the Rockford, IL package sorting hub. This is a pretty cush job, from what I hear, as usually you need seniority to get it. But I am a new hire, working on the ramp. Yay! I start on Monday. UPS will reimburse me for my classes at Rock Valley (and my parents have agreed to let me use the money for whatever I want, which will either be pilot training, a house or condo, or more classes at Rock Valley). I also get kickass health, vision, and dental coverage upon starting. And that's all for a PART-TIME position. It's great to be a Teamster, eh?
<rant>
Why the hell is it only the underage girls that try to pick me up via my MySpace page? I've had three hot underage girls hit on me through MySpace, and no girls that are 18+. I would only consider doing anything with one of those underage girls, and that's only because she's not underage enough to get me arrested in Illinois (the age of consent here is 17)...
</rant>
<whine>
My arm is still sore from my tetanus shot...
</whine>
First of all, Susie went to Southern Illinois, but she got back on 24 July. I called her when she got back to hang out, but she said she needed to sleep, as the trip was taxing on her. I tried sending her a couple of messages through MySpace, but she didn't respond. I then tried calling her. I got her voicemail. She didn't return my call. This added fuel to the fire of depression that was already consuming me (I'm now taking Lexapro). I stopped trying to contact her on 28 July, figuring that she didn't want to hang out with me anymore. Well, last night I sent her another MySpace message, telling her that I wanted to hang out. I think she is ignoring me... I think I am going to have to call her today at noon or something and tell her that, unless she calls tot ell me not to, I am going to pick her up from where she works this evening so that we can talk. I don't want to be creepy or anything, but I deserve to know what the fuck is going on.
In other news, I sliced my thumb open Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. I was cutting limes for a gin and tonic, and the knife slipped and sliced my thumb. The laceration is four inches deep. It required three to four stitches to close. I was going to drive myself to the hospital, but I didn't want to get blood in my car, and I wasn't in any condition to drive. I was in shock. So I banged my head against my parents' bedroom door (since my hands were occupied trying to stop the bleeding) and told them that I needed to go to the hospital. I showed them the wound and my dad got dressed and took me in his Fiero.
They wouldn't prescribe me any painkillers, those bastards... Luckily, my parents stockpile medications, including painkillers. If I hadn't tried to kill myself last September, I could have used Lortab (a liquid opium-based painkiller) without asking my parents to search for their extra Vicodin... Sadly, I did try to kill myself, and, afterward, I flushed the Lortab.
So now I'm on Vicodin, and I will need to get more at the end of the week.
You know what makes this even worse? It was my left hand, and there is only one thing that I'm left-handed for... I'll give you a hint... It starts with an 'M' and ends with an 'asturbation'...
In otehr news, UPS has hired me to work on the ramp at the Rockford, IL package sorting hub. This is a pretty cush job, from what I hear, as usually you need seniority to get it. But I am a new hire, working on the ramp. Yay! I start on Monday. UPS will reimburse me for my classes at Rock Valley (and my parents have agreed to let me use the money for whatever I want, which will either be pilot training, a house or condo, or more classes at Rock Valley). I also get kickass health, vision, and dental coverage upon starting. And that's all for a PART-TIME position. It's great to be a Teamster, eh?
<rant>
Why the hell is it only the underage girls that try to pick me up via my MySpace page? I've had three hot underage girls hit on me through MySpace, and no girls that are 18+. I would only consider doing anything with one of those underage girls, and that's only because she's not underage enough to get me arrested in Illinois (the age of consent here is 17)...
</rant>
<whine>
My arm is still sore from my tetanus shot...
</whine>