Coincidentally, it's ALSO, the second to last day of Kwanzaa, and today, we celebrate the principal of Kuumba--Which means, "Creativity". As a writer, this is my favorite principal, and that being said, I think it's time for one more blog before this year ends.I want to take a moment, with the help of my older blogs, and Facebook timeline (and thank GOD for that, because my memory is so shot to hell, I wouldn't be able to remember) and recall all of the important things that have happened from the time I arrived here in California, all the way up until now.
So...join me in a walk down memory lane, from June, 7th, 2011, when a twenty-two year old misguided gal decided to up and move to California on pure whim, God's good humor. This is gonna be a LONG walk, folks!
*On May 10th, 2011, I decided that I wanted to move to California. Was still trying to workout details, but ultimately, I was moving there for JobCorps, which as everyone knows equals = Prison in many aspects. I had no idea what I was getting in to, and had never even BEEN to California, but at 22, I was laid up on my folks' couch, doing absolutely nothing with my life, after two failed attempts at two different beauty schools, and having broken up with my boyfriend of almost four/five years. I was going NOWHERE, and JobCorps was my second chance at life. It's a free, government run program that helps low income youths like myself get back on their feet, provides them free food, room, and board, and also proper job training. I wanted to go for Child Development/Special Education, because I absolutely love kids.
*On May 13, with help from my mum, and with hands shaking, and while sitting in the stairwell of my dad and stepmom's apartment complex, stealing someone else's wifi, I booked a one-way ticket to Los Angeles, California, for June 7th, 2011, at exactly 9:15am. I hadn't told my dad OR my stepmom yet, but once I bought that ticket, it was official. I told them, and naturally, they had their concerns (as well as a LOTTA doubt) about me up and moving to California, to live with someone I'd never even met in person before: Ie, Milloux Suicide.
*I spent the remainder of my time in Chicago, planning for this trip, and attending Anime Central, 2011 as well!. It was ALSO around this time I shot my second set for SG with Salome Suicide! Remember "Ka-POW!!!"?
Yes, alas, even though it doesn't look like it, I was actually fifteen pounds heavier in these pictures, I didn't have all my tattoos, my hair was green, I didn't have my nips, nose, or belly button pierced, and I was sporting that mark of stupidity that is now my lotus flower over my chest. But overall, I closed out my time in Chicago pretty well, aside from getting into trouble a little bit, and also attending my very first SlutWalk, spending time with my mum (and if it weren't for her financially backing me, I wouldn't have been able to experience california at ALL). I let Milloux know (and that's ironic, because before we'd met, we were messaging back and forth here on SG, talking about Pokemon and me coming to California....so, in hindsight, I have HER to thank for the idea) I was moving out there!
*And on June 7th, 2011, one of my dearest, and best friends, the last one I would see, and who has supported me throught all of my hard times and good times, Adrian, drove me to the airport so I could make my flight to California. Here is the last video of me before I get on the plane, shot by my love, Adrian, and yes, I sound absolutely hysterical hahaha! I'm carrying the Build a Bear Bunny I made with my mom.
I arrived in California, ALL SORTS OF CULTURE-SHOCKED, and so excited, and made my way to Milloux's house, where I'd be living until it was time for me to go and live with my aunt and my uncle.
It's so interesting.....when I first moved to Venice with Milly, everything seemed so foreign to me. Her house, her neighborhood...and yet, now, whenever I go back, there's this disntinct scent that's so welcoming. It's home. I feel more at ease in Venice, and at her place than I do anywhere else in California. I have SO much to thank her for. She's the only REAL family I have out here in Cali.
*The next day, I got to experience Venice in most of it's glory. I discovered they had a Mitsuwa's, which is something they had back in Chicago, and I bought me some nummy ramen!
I even found a paperback book in a quaint old bookstore that was pure eroticism, and I read that while eating some familiar food. Later on that day, I made plans to call JobCorps, and I FINALLY got something set up with them! I had to rush around like a snail with it's nuts cut off getting official paperwork and whatnot. Oy. What a headache. AND I needed to get my California ID.
*The NEXT day, I went to North Hollywood to meet with a tattoo artist I recommend YOU STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM. Seriously, this guy has to be the most unstable, psychotic person I've ever met in California, and apparently, there are other SG's who have encountered him and said the same. Of course, I didn't know this at the time, and went ahead and let him tattoo me. The main thing I wanted covered up was my shameful lightning bolts that were a constant source of the idiocy of the 18 year old me.
And just to let you know: This guy scared me SO bad, I absolutely REFUSED to go back and get tatted by him. He has some serious, SERIOUS issues, and I had to be told later by an actual professional, that his work came out so shitty because the needle went too deep into my skin. Fucking asshole. Anyway, here are the four tattoos I'd gotten over a two-day span, including one NOT done by him (which he threw THE BIGGEST bitchfit over).
(THIS is my coverup, and I have to get the damn thing covered UP and worked on AGAIN, by someone who isn't such a nutjob, and thankfully, I have FOUND that tattoo artist!!!
)(I got my pride tattoo by another tattoo artist who told me all the things wrong with my chestpiece. Him I liked!)
(And of course, THIS isn't even recognizable now. I need to get this worked on and FINISHED. Fucking asshole.)
(Lastly, my Vaporeon is actually going to be covered up by my backpiece, so I'm going to move my Vaporeon and have it done as a leg sleeve on my right leg. Can't wait!)
But yeah, he was my first BAD experience out here in Cali, and had scared me SO much, I was afraid to leave Milloux's house, and had a wee bit of a breakdown, that she got me through. Ugh. Haven't seen or heard from that fucker since, and THANK YOU GOD for that.
*The next couple of days went by with me shadowing Milly wherever she went, being shown Venice, getting all sorts of exciting (and sometimes disturbed) by what I saw. I dyed my hair red, got my nose pierced (to which fucking jobcorps made me take out), and got my belly button pierced, and when I look back on old pictures, I just don't look or feel the same without them, haha!
AND it was around this time that me and Milly shot "El Toro Rojo"!
Unfortunately, "Ka-Pow!!!" and "El Toro Rojo" didn't do so well, so I took both of them down.
*Several weeks later, I held up my end of the bargain with my dad, and moved in with my aunt and my uncle, who live in what they call the "Jungles", aka, the extreme ghetto, but they're nice enough people, and the neighborhood respects them as being elders and whatnot.
*Got my California ID, which marked me as an official Resident of Cali! AND I got to attend my very first Club Suicide where I got to meet several great SG's, now former Hopefuls!
*I WAS SO DAMN BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRREDDDDDDD out of my MIND living with them! It was too dangerous to go outside alone, and with Milly so far from me now, I didn't really have any friends, still being relatively new to California. This of course led to a LOT of blogging on my end.
And I DO mean a LOT of blogging.
Could You Tell I was EXTREMELY bored and had WAY too much free time?
*A few weeks later came the MASSIVE fallout with my uncle, in which he asked me to watch porn with him, I told him no, I asked my cousin if that was creepy or what, and somehow, began the most emotionally and mentally devestating thing I had experience since moving to California. Long story short, my uncle was calling me a liar, my family believed him, saying I "enticed" him. (UM FUCKING NASTY, victim-shaming much?!), and no one wanted to take any of the blame or believe this asshole was a closet pervert. I had two weeks until I started JobCorps (or so I thought). I kept myself locked in my room, didn't eat, and slept with a knife under my pillow just in case he tried anything funny. I woke up the next morning to my aunt and her oldest daughter yanking me out of bed and telling me to get packed because I was going to Arizona with her, and that's where I'd STAY until I started JobCorps. Absolutely panicked I called my REAL family.
I called Milloux and told her, and she told me to get my ass back to her place asap because neither of us wanted me to leave California. My aunt and her daughter made me pack up all my shit in record time, drove me to Milloux's house, and guess what?
Put my bags on the sidewalk, said "Good luck", and just pulled off, leaving me there on the sidewalk. They left their OWN KIN like a fucking unwanted dog, with the metaphorical sign around her neck that said, "Free to go to any home except ours". I was so upset all I could do was cry, and cry, and cry. Thank god for Milly though.
*Few days later, she and I got ready to go to my very first San Diego Comic Con! It was an absolute blast. I cosplayed as Sakura from Street Fighter, and was able to wander around San Diego a bit with NijiChan who was awesome enough to let me share her room with me since I didn't have anywhere else to stay, AND I had managed to score working as a booth babe with Sega, only to get fired after one day. Ugh.
BUT! The rest of the convention went pretty well! Got to meet a lot of the lovely SG's:
*Got back from Comic Con and got to ride on my very first motorcycle, courtesy of Milly's roommate.
It was so wonderful, and made me want me very own all the more.*JobCorps was fucking yanking me around for a start date, so that was putting a HUGE bug up my ass. Meanwhile, I had taken up a job at a Fetish Club, as a Sub-turned-Switch. That job was all I had for a while, and eventually, after several months, I eventually ended up on such good terms with the Mistress and Sir of the club, they let me sleep there free of charge, so I was almost ALWAYS at work, sleeping there/living there and whatnot. By now, the timeframe is around August, 2011, some three months after I've moved here.
*Somewhere in between/before that, I ended up meeting the first real older man I'd ever had some kind of relationship with. He was thirty-two, and I was head over heels in love with him after a while. He taught me how to surf, and I really, really did care for him. A lot. I mean, I legit wanted to marry this guy. That's how sprung I was.
*Meanwhile, STILL waiting to hear from JobCorps, living off 1.00$ food from CVS, sleeping in a fetish club, sprung over this older man feeding me pretty lies, and whipping/getting whipped for fun.
*Got a chance to visit MALIBU for the first time, though! Me, Milloux, DeCota, and ShelbyAnn all went up there to shoot after a botched group shootfest plan.
It was still fun though!
*By now, it's early September. I FINALLY have a fucking start date at JobCorps, you know, FOUR fucking months LATE. Goddamn incompetant people. I left my fetish club fully on September 7th, and went to start JobCorps, with my luggage, and the rest of my distorted life in tow. During that time, I was SERIOUSLY MIA from SG because they didn't have internet, and I was trying VERY hard to adjust to their military-like regiment.
But, I had a moderately stable home, roof over my head, food, and my tiny 8 dollar stipend they gave us for whatever we wanted to use it for.
The following is from my first blog I'd written in FOREVER since starting JobCorps.
I have just finished completing my very first week of school. As you all know, this Tuesday, I started school at JobCorps, and ended up moving into the dorms. Its so hard to imagine that after all this time; Im FINALLY doing what I came here to do. But, here we are, at last. Remember, reason I even packed up my so-called life and moved out here to California wasnt for fame, fortune, stardom, or even modeling like most people do. It was because the JobCorps in Chicago didnt offer ANY programs I was interested in, and California had Child Care (I love kids!!! X3) and Child Development. Getting started up was difficult, as you know, with me being in about fifty billion different places before FINALLY getting settled. Ugh. At last. After four months of not having a stable home, I finally have one, at least for the time Im here, which is thankfully for a while. Im blessed.
Of course, calling it a school is actually both accurate and misleading. Its not so much of a school than it is a free program paid for by the government that gives you FREE room, board, food, washing (I say that because Im currently in the laundry room), healthcare, and I mean EVERYTHING you need and have HERE, so long as you qualify and that means you cant do drugs, you have to have VERY low income, be under twenty-four years old and a plethora of other rules. And I mean they will give you EVERYTHING you need for free, as well as a little biweekly allowance. Its only 25$ but its still something, and Im bummed because I havent been able to work because this program is a full-time schedule until I graduate. So, healthcare? I got it. Three square meals a day? I got it. Glasses? Got em. Free birth control? Got it. Free education and CAREER (not job, but career) training with the promise of being employed before graduation and most programs are under six months? ZING. Free. The only catch is that you have GOT to follow a LOT of strict rules. And I mean a LOT of strict rules. It doesnt have the same come-and-go freedom as college does, and thats because, like I said, its not college, its work, but I still call it school. (And if I had only known about it sooner, I could have saved myself the woes of all of these damn college loans.) -___-
And yes, I have to be up at like, 4:30am because my roommates wake up at the asscrack of dawn to shower and everything else since we have to be off of our floor by 7:15am, and while you all know I am THE worst morning person in the history of Bad Morning People, murder is a crime so aside from that, I cant do jack shit about getting up that early, I would rather sacrifice my sleep (okay, thats somewhat a bullshit statement) than having sleep out on the streets than not have any sort of future in my life. Fuck that. Im grabbing life by its balls and showing it that Im the one with the bigger nuts and that it WILL be my bitch whether or not it wants to.
So, lets touch upon the first thing: The dorms. You know how most resident kids complain that their dorms are regular madhouses and everyone is crazy?
To those people: You have jack-fucking-shit to complain about. My dorm (and the others) is ACTUALLY a former psych-ward hospital room.
No, really. Dont look at me that way! Its TOTALLY true! I will post pictures soon! They even have the lock-down doors and sealed the little slot where they even put food trays in and out. And the showers...! WHOO! Don't even get me started!
But it's a room that Im sharing with three other girls. In hindsight, Im pretty glad that I DIDNT take the tour they offered in the beginning, because Im pretty sure I would have said, OHHHHHHH FUCK NO.
Especially because Ive been a patient in an actual psych ward twice in my lifetime. So, trust me, the irony nearly killed me. Ah, how I have missed the gated windows and whatnot. No, Im kidding. But, really, it was kind of difficult settling in. For starters, my roommates speak VERY VERY LIMITED English, so communication is extremely difficult. And thats partially my fault because I cant speak Spanish as well, so, you know, were kind of pointing at things and speaking slowly, so I try explain things to the girls like how to use a combination lock, where we go for lunch, what the RA came to our room to tell us, etc.
I seriously couldnt believe my luck. Not even kidding. Its like seriously, why in heavens name would you stick me in a room with three girls who I cant even properly communicate with? If anything, it should have been my three roommates and someone who COULD speak English and Spanish, so they know whats going on instead of being so lost in the dark. I really feel bad for them, so I decided Im going to take all of the negatives as positives:
~My roommates no habla English? Thats okay. I cant speak Spanish and they cant speak English, so we can help each other learn the others language. Bam. One positive. (Even though if they are talking shit about me I wont know.)
~Our tiny, old and out of date shower (this one--*insert picture*) never has hot water because fifty other girls are taking shower, but thats okay, because our fucking dorm rooms dont have AC or proper ventilation and its hotter than Satans nutsack, especially with all of the bodies in the room and I am GRATEFUL for those cold showers.
~The amount of unattractive men here is ABSURD!!! I mean, in the time I have been here, I have seen TWO men who I would totally jump in a heartbeat. Go figure; one is white (and has a girlfriend) and the other is Asian and Ive only seen him ONCE and I have no idea if he is a resident or non-resident. But I swear if I see him again, Im going to say hi instead of just grinning at him like a dope. (And let it be known yet again, I DO date black men, Im just picky.) BUT. Im not here for men (sorta) and a boyfriend would only distract me, Im sure, and I'm still seeing my older man (or as much as I can--super busy lately).
So, yeah, it takes a lot of getting used to, but Im enduring. I mean, fuck, I MOVED out to FUCKING CALIFORNIA just for this, and after being held on a string for so long, Im finally where I am. So all of the negatives I bitch are extremely tolerable, even if they are little irritants. The best parts are the following:
1) I have found an acting/writing/poetry group that meets up every single week, Tuesdays and Thursdays and what not, and Im getting VERY involved in that, especially because sitting around after classes can get boring and I need to keep myself busy or Ill go nuts. Theres also a dance group I want to join.
2) Im going to join the Student Government and gun for vice-president, because I enjoy politics somewhat, but more than that, I want to be able to help the students and make things better and more tolerable here.
3) We arent going to be staying here in our psych-ward dorms for long; were moving into a brand new building (its almost completed) in January and its gonna be EPIC. Im really excited. This new dorm is going to have wifi, the rooms are going to be a bit bigger, and its what a dorm-room SHOULD look like! So, Im extremely, extremely EXTREMELY happy about that! Plus, they are gonna fly me home to Chicago for holidays (before the new dorm, I just forgot to mention it)! WOOT!!! FOR FREE!!!! WOOT WOOT!!!
So, yeah! There are a ton of other good things, but like I said, its just our first week, you know? We hit our second week next week. But Ive made a few great friends here, which helps even more, you know? Im not so lonely and I always have something to do or someone to sit with at lunch.
Yesterday, me and my new friend Brianna (who is also a fan of the SuicideGirls, 22 like me, a gamer, an anime and manga fan and just an all-around awesome person) decided, FUCK YEAH! WE SURVIVED THE FIRST WEEK SO WERE GONNA FUCKING CELEBRATE!!!! and we went wandering around downtown L.A on a grand adventure in search of an arcade that was supposedly near our school. Well, after getting fantastically lost, going to Chipotle, and whatnot, we ended up finding the arcade where we blew our hard-earned first week money on playing House Of The Dead 4. We were screaming and swearing and shooting zombies and frantically putting in more tokens so we could keep playing. It was one HELL of a workout.
Then they had that horse racing video games where you ride the mechanical horses and we were ridng em hard AND fast hahaha! Then we did boxing game. It was a fun night all things given. And the girls here are nice, crazy, funny, cool and sexy! Its so funny how we have each others back here, especially with things were not supposed to have. For instance; Brianna has terrible allergies, but no medicine, but she has tampons. I have allergies, medicine, but I dont have any tampons, and its that time of the month.
So, we traded!
Didnt have to spend a dime! I am really enjoying it. We just got back from bowling, which was hysterical, btw. It made me miss my dad, especially, because I always bowl with him. Ill be sure to do so when I go home for winter break. Wow. By then, Ill have been here in Cali for over half a year. Crazy, huh? Well! Anyway, thats all for now! We went to wifi hotspot, me and a few friends, so were just kind of enjoying our Saturday
*I was gone again from SG for well over a month and a half, until I FINALLY got another chance to hang out with Milloux, and we went to Little Tokyo to catch up. I missed her something fierce. By now, JobCorps had basically robbed me of any sense of individuality. I had to dye my hair a "normal" color, get rid of my nose ring, and try and appear as "normal" as possible. But I didn't have much of a choice; anything was better than having to be without a stable place, and again, at the time, I saw this as my so called "final chance".
Milly updated my blog for me, though, haha!
I was alive, and everyone was glad to know it, haha!
*By now, it's late October. No longer working at the fetish club, still trying to cling to my older man, settled into JobCorps pretty well (they love a hardworking-kiss ass dontcha know). But everyone had all these wild assumptions about WHY I'd gone so AWOL on SG! It was so funny, and it was nice to be missed.
October 21st: 2011
Hello, SGland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm here! I woyld like to thank the lovely Milloux for posting a blog for me in my absence. To say I have been MIA is a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE understatement, but what can I do? I don't have wireless internet, but it's AMAZING to know how many people have missed me.
BUT ZOMG I AM SOOOOOOOOO HAPPY ABOUT ALL OF THE NEW SGS!!!! CAN I GET A FUCK YEAH?!?!?!??!?!?! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU GIRLS AND I AM SO SORRY I MISSED YOUR CROWNING MOMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO PROUD THAT I AM BAWLING MY EYES OUT IN JOY!!!!!!
Now THIS is what I'm fucking talking about!!!!!!!
I am seriously SOOOOO happy for all you girls and I am sorry if I have missed so much! I'm sorry if I've missed birthdays and everything! I love you all and miss you all desperately! Sorry if I've just been MIA for so long. I really am. I know there are a few girls who think I've been intentionally ignoring them...
Not true. Seriously. I haven't been. I've just been stupidly busy and I haven't had time to go and find some wifi. True story.
However, one message came from a member read as thusly:
(Gotta love cut and paste )
"KUROSUNE-HIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I miss you! God, I heard all of the rumors! Everyone thought you had died! Or WORSE.....given up your dream to become an SG! SAY IT ISN'T SO!!!! I AM HOLDING A CANDLELIGHT VIGIL FOR YOU ANYWAY!!!!! I LOVE YOU! COME BACK TO US!!!!!!!!!"
(End note)
Had this been from anyone else who I didn't know personally, I would have just been weirded out hahaha. But it was from a good friend of mine and I'm grateful for the message. So! I'm gonna combined all of the inbox messages I have received and play a little Q and A with you all!
Q: "Have you given up trying to become an SG?"
A: FUCK. NO. Never! In fact, I'm looking to shoot a new set real soon! Remember; when Kitsune have a thousand lives! This one is gonna be GREAT and I'm really looking forward to (hopefully) shooting a new set! I'm not giving up ever!!!!
Q: "Is it true you got married?"
A: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Yep! I eloped to Vegas! No, I jest. I'm still single (and the older guy I want to become more with is still holding me at arm's length). But with everything that's been happening, I'm not doing much of the chasing anymore. Fuck that noise. I'm too damn tired to chase any man, but what's interesting is that when I DON'T contact him, he wants to hang out and whatnot. Blah. I don't wanna play this game anymore. It's getting old.
Q: Is it true you're pregnant?
A: ...Don't make me bitchslap you.
Q: Are you dead???
A: As a doornail. School is wearing me out. I seriously just had to have a breakdown and just say FUCK. EVERYTHING. I had a big, bawling break down and it's terrible because it's NOW when everyone starts trying to take notice of me in a positive way. It's like all of the most important people have their eyes on me and I didn't know it until recently. So, I needed to take a break. It's just the stress; it's not that I can't handle the pressure, but because it all happened all so suddenly, I didn't have time to really soak it all up. Blah. Not to mention that they closed my trade (Child Development) the same trade I moved out here for, so I can't get into it until February, so they decided to stick me in Office Admin until it opens again. I was FUCKING HOSED. OHHHHHHHHHHH I was pissed off like a montherfucker. So, adding up that with a plethora of other redic drama just made me break down. I couldn't take it and add to the fact that I haven't had a free weekend in for fucking ever really did it to me.
So, today, I'm just taking it easy. I don't have a roommate anymore (And I'm enjoying it while it lasts), so I'm just gonna CHILL this weekend and try and soak it all up and just RELAX and get my head on straight. Come Monday, I'll be the powerhouse that NO ONE can even make an attempt to step to. I'll be right back on top running this place from the inside out JUST as it should be. I'm doing a lot too; I'm involved in EVERYTHING. Yargh. So, yeah, breakdown day means I NEED TO HAVE A FUCKING BREAK DAY.
So, no worries, everyone! I can't talk for much longer, so I will just leave you with a kiss and a hug! I'm not sure when I'll be able to post next, but it'll HOPEFULLY be about my next set! Love you all!!!!
~Kuro
*Again, another reason I LOVE you guys. Few weeks later, it's November. I'm pretty established in JC by now. Everyone knows me, the teachers and higher ups respect me. I had to kiss a LOT of ass to get to where I was, kicking and clawing. By now, I'm:
~On three committes
~An officer in Student Government, ie, Recreational Office, WHICH MEANT HUGE perks, Ie, I finally moved from a Four-Man room to a Two-Man room with my best friend at JC who was also an officer, and life was pretty sweet.
It was also around this time that things in between me and my older guy had just fallen apart, too. I learned some things, and my heart was just kind of broken. I was learning that my problem was that no matter how nice he was to me, (always had my favorite drink stocked, took me out, and slept me with me and whatnot) I couldn't seperate love and sex. That's where I got my heart broken. Sigh.
*Around the second or third week in November, I was chosen with a few other student goverment students, to attend MY VERY FIRST BEVERELY HILLS EVENT!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I got all sorts of fancy as we went to the Beverely Hills hotel for the YWCA's annual Black and White Ball. I
*Couple weeks later, in early December, on the 4th, Milloux was doing my hair for our next big shoot, which would be, of course, none other than "Apollo". I had a new look (ie, new fake hair that I FUCKING HATED BECAUSE I HATE THE FEELING OF FAKE HAIR ON ME LIKE THAT), but I'd gotten it done for my school's Winter Formal.
*Two weeks later in December, my school decided to fly all out of state students home for Christmas break, so for the first time in half a year, the longest I'd ever gone being out of state and away from my family and the familiar, I went back home to Aurora, unlike Thanksgiving, when I was alone and horribly depressed in my stupid dorm. I ALSO got to head to downstate Illinois and join a bunch of awesome Hopeful ladies for a mini-shootfest!!! For the very first time, I met:
Amarena who gave me a ride!
SoBelle who's house we stayed at and partied and shot!
Zebrah who is a TOTAL babe, and who I shot my very first multi with, and just got all sorts of silly with!
And last, but CERTAINLY not least, the bad ass Dovah who I miss to bits and pieces!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here are some of the funniest damn quotes from that weekend:
(Regarding Advertising---)
Kurosune: "Give me a break!!! I don't know how to undress a girl!!!!!!!"
Zebrah: "WTF!!! You have a gay rainbow on your thigh! You should be used to this!!! FALSE ADVERTISING!!!!"
Kurosune: "It's the ALLY symbol!!!!!!!!!!!!"
~*~*~*~*~
(Regarding Illinois Gun Control Laws---)
Pogoe: "I saw a sign that says "Gun permit? Disarm! Illinois is the last unarmed state." So, are guns totally illegal here? ...I'm betting Chicago begs to differ!"
~*~*~*~*~*
(Regarding where SoBelle was taking us to shoot---)
Zebrah: "I'm pretty sure she brought us here to kill us."
Amarena: "It looks like a good place to dump a body."
Pogoe: "Yep. No one would every find you here. It'd be like, "Oh, where's Johnny? He didn't show up for work today? Ah, well! He'll come back on his own!".
Kurosune: "It looks like where I buried my ex."
SoBelle: "I'M NOT GOING TO KILL ANYONE!!!! SHUT UP!!!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(Regarding Zombies---)
Pogoe "That field looks so DARK." (Talking about a wide, open field next to a gas station)
Kurosune: "...Anyone ever seen The Walking Dead?"
Zebrah: "YES!!! I think we'd be awesome Zombies. (Turns to me) You wouldn't be much different as a zombie, though."
Kurosune: "Yeah, I'd still be like, HERP! DERP!!! WAIT! But you're a vegetarian! Even if you became a zombie, you wouldn't eat anyone; just shoot them."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(Regarding useful boyfriends---)
SoBelle: "Oh, honey! Can you take a picture of our asses??? And our tits too!"
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(Regarding Buying in Bulk---)
Kurosune: "Huh. They really do sell things in bulk out here."
Zebrah: "Wait, where?"
Kurosune: *Points to a sign in Walmart that says, "Bulk Items".*
Zebrah: "I KNEW IT!!!!!! (*Snaps a picture and runs back to show everyone*) LOOK!!!!!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
(Regarding How To Freaking out a poor waitress---)
Zebrah (To me) "WAIT!!!! NO!!!! DON'T ORDER THE BLUEBERRY MUFFIN!!!! YOU HAVE TO KISS ME LATER!!!!"
(Later)
SoBelle "I'm pretty sure she thinks we're all porn stars now."
Amarena: "AWESOME!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(Regarding Words to Scream When Someone Is Coming And You Have Your Breasts Out)
All of us: "FISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
T'was an AMAZING weekend.
*Two days after the shootfest, I went ahead and finally broke it off with my older guy. I couldn't stand the indifference, and self-destructive pattern our relationship had.
1) Text me for the first time in four or five weeks. Asks to hang out.
2) My stupid self, giddy to see him, says yes.
3) We plan to meet up and make an attempt NOT to have sex.
4) We spent time together, crashing at his place, watching movies, arguing about sports and having a great time together. Then we end up having sex.
5) The next morning, he drops me back off at my school, we kiss, and we say, "See ya around", with no promise of when we'll see each other again.
6) I watch him drive off, I go upstairs to my dorm room, and I stay happy about the whole encounter for the rest of the day.
7) The next day, it's like it's never even happened, and I get depressed, all the while wondering, "What? What can I do to make you mine?" And knowing that'll never. Cue self-loathing and anger at him, when really, I should just be mad at myself for not being able to stop this and say "N.O."
8) Not hear from him for SEVERAL weeks, in which I FULLY adjust to him not being in my life yet again. I'm "doing me" as they say. I think about him once in a while, but it's fleeting at best.
9) Plan to tell him EXACTLY how I feel about him being so damn absent and whatever, and grow some balls. And JUST when I get to that point where I don't care if I never hear from him again...
10)....He fucking texts me out of the blue and disrupts my life and I LET him because I think he's finally come around.
**Start from #1
And this had been happening since July at this point. Long story short: So, I told him that I thought I'd be okay with waiting around until he WAS ready to get serious, but that he did tell me not to wait around for him, and that's exactly what I plan on doing. NOT waiting for him. And honestly, if I knew there was a chance of me being special enough to himself to see himself with, then I wouldn't mind waiting. I really wouldn't. (Okay, so sue me, I'm lying. It would bug the hell out of me, but I am waiting around now without promise of reward later and THAT'S just fucking dumb. So, I told him if ever down the line he thinks he could see himself with me seriously, then I told him to let me know. But until then, if "then" ever happens, that we need to cool it.
I did like him, but I likde him TOO much and that's the problem. I I want to be serious; he doesn't. And now, after finally learning that this is wrong, I know I REFUSE to be treated like this. The basic rule is this: IF YOU LIKE SOMEONE, YOU ACTIVELY PURSUE THEM. That's COMMON FUCKING SENSE.
So, I went on to tell him that I'm okay with respecting that he doesn't want a relationship, but this whole waiting for weeks to hear from him? NO GOOD. And that's when I brought up my workaholic friends' bfs and whatnot, and how I refuse to believe that he can't split off at least 1/8th of time for me. If he wanted to make time for me, he would make time for me. Plan and simple. And that again, I can't wait for him.
And he understood all of that. But then here comes the curveball---he STILL wants to see me when I get back to Cali from break!!!! *HEADDESK* THIS is what confused (perhaps startled) me. He STILL wants to see me. But I knew that I wouldn't be able to see him without NOT having feelings for him.
So, I told him "Good night" and texted him as soon as I woke up, telling him the following:
"I know you want to see me when I get back, but I can't. Sex or not, I'm already too attached to you. And nothing good is going to come from us seeing each other like friends. Because I can't be just friends with you. I know you like me, and I'm happy about that, but casual dating isn't good enough for me. If you really want me in your life, you know what it's going to cost and you know what you have to do. But until then, again, if "then" ever happens, I can't hang out knowing the more I do, the more I like you without the hope of having more from you.This is just how it's going to have to be old man. (my petname for him because of the age difference). Besides, isn't it slightly the same for you? You like me, just not enough to "girlfriend" me regardless of your busy work life. This is definitely better for you too. You'll do just fine without me in the picture. No sarcasm. But, in closing, the only time I want to hear from you next is when you know you want me in your life and can balance everything else. And I'm ready for that never happening. I'm a big girl, remember? Anyway, that's all for real this time. Take care, Old Dude."
And that's that. It stings...because I really think I was falling in love with him a bit. He, to me, was my supposedly "ideal" guy. He was older, with a great job, and good looking, and with a great personality. I could have honestly seen myself marrying this guy. Not now, but later down the line. I guess that's why this hurts more than I'm letting on. But I had to put my foot down. I know it's harsh to tell him not to contact me, but that's better for ME. I know he's a great guy who's been nothing but honest to me, but it's also not fair if he we continue to see each other...and me getting my hopes up, knowing that things will never get to where they will be. I don't want that.
So, that was the end of that. Besides, at THAT point, I was already talking to someone else: My current boyfriend. We were still at that, "I THINK he likes me, he's sort of serious, can't tell if he's serious" phase. We hung out a bit before Christmas break (I actually almost missed my flight home for this fool, lmao) But going home for break, and talking to him over break, helped me come to terms with how I felt about my older guy.
And just life in general.
I spent the rest of Christmas break just sitting around at home, really doing much of nothing and reconnecting with my family (and that was drama on a whole nother level). Ugh. Some people.
*AND HERE IT IS: We are EXACTLY back to ONE YEAR AGO, PRECISELY. The date is now December 31st, 2011, and just a few hours before 2012. SO. MUCH. SHIT. happened in those past six months since I'd moved to California. By this point, I had been in JobCorps for a few months, fully established, with all of the perks, had dumped my older man, was talking to a NEW man, and was getting ready for what would be the set that would turn me PINK to go up:
Apollo, shot by Milloux.
This coming year, 2012, was MY. YEAR. Literally. It marked the Year of The Dragon, and needless to say, it was a DAMN. GOOD YEAR, and my Dragon had fully awakened in all of it's glory.
*It's now January 2012, and after spending some MUCH needed time with my mum and her side of the family, I'm back in California, at JobCorps. New (almost) boyfriend, doing so-far so good in JobCorps, but getting sick of the place. New set on SG about to hit SG.
*I'd been so busy that my last blog post on SG hadn't been until January 25th, and by now, I was starting to LOATHE JobCorps. I couldn't stand the jailhouse dorms, the curfews, the drama, and half the bitches there. I'd spent some time with Milly, and it felt good to be home after being stuck in the land of curfew, ghetto whores, and just high school-minded people.
*At this point, I was dating my current boyfriend, and things were going well. We skipped school together, spent time around downtown LA, little Tokyo, and was still in that "innocent crush" mode, even though it was obvious I couldn't wait to fuck this fool silly.
*On Janurary 10th, 2012, I had learned that me and three others from Student Government had been chosen to go Washington DC to represent the Los Angeles JobCorps at their annual Leadership Conference, and I was fucking STOKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!, and then right after my 22nd birthday in February, I'd be going to Vegas with my cousin for her basketball tournament.
*But again, shit at JobCorps was starting to unravel FAST. I was starting to distrust the teachers, and moreover, there was a HUGE fucking fallout in between my stupid RA, the stuck up fucking president of SGA, and just a whole lotta other drama. They weren't putting me in the right classes, MUCH LESS my fucking trade, and I was starting to become severely depressed, AND a lot of shit went down. Here's where things went from bad to worse:
To explain: I was a Floor Officer on the 10th floor where the girls are. I was Recreational Officer, which meant it was part of my job to plan all of the awesome outtings to Universal Studios, horseback riding, The Staples Center, etc, etc. It was a GREAT position and I absolutely loved my family of floor officers. We are MAFIA bosses, bitches!!!
But the biggest perk about being a Floor Officer is that you go straight from a four man room and to a TWO MAN ROOM, which means no more sharing a four man room like a prison cell with nasty roommates who snore or whatever. The best part is that my roommate was my BEST friend here at school. Like, no joke. So, FINALLY, we got to room together. That's the back story. Now for the negatives that have been happening.
I guess the biggest downside is that I got into a huge altercation with my RA. See, for the longest time, I had been TRYING to desperately get along with, but the fact of the matter is that she is kind of a bitch, even though she did a few nice things for me. I guess what really broke the camel's back was that she left some VERY IMPORTANT MEDICATION of mine downstairs in the cafeteria. See, not that it should surprise anyone, but I do suffer from bipolarism (extreme highs and lows) and I have depression, and I also have pretty bad insomnia. Well, my school pyschologist hooked me up and I've been great ever since. And because of how our school works, we aren't allowed to possess our own medication for safety reasons (like some of us could OD or our roomates could get it, etc), so any and all medicine is given during the day by the nurses, where as any medicine we take at night is given to the RA where she dispenses it as needed.
UNFORTUNATELY...my medicine was left by this irresponsible woman who has been working EVERYONE'S nerves lately and some students got to it. There was a huge to-do about it, and we had a giant meeting and as soon as they said that the "animosity" between us was considered a "threat" despite me not even having made ANY physical threat against her, they told me I was moving to another floor, AWAY from my two man room, AWAY from my best friend, and AWAY from my position and my family of girls.
No ammount of medicine could keep me from LOSING MY SHIT. I got so pissed off I had an epic meltdown and flat out screamed and cried and everything, and then I went and said that she was fucking her supervisior, WHICH IS WHAT EVERYONE ELSE THINKS and as far as we are concerned, that shit is TRUE. They are TOOOOOOOOO close. But whatever.
So, my punishment was to be moved over to the Honors Dorms in Hollywood (WHOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), but only for a week, because the following week, me and four other students going to Washington DC for the Student Goverment Association Leadership Conferance. WHOOT! Big ballers! AND this was two days after my 23rd birthday, so the timing was great and bad, but my birthday was epic, so worries!
Unfortunately, they made me move back to the hellhole downtown dorms. Ugh. And not only that, I was forced OFF THE FLOOR again, and moved to the shitty 12th floor and BACK into a four man room. I was so pissed I wanted to murder someone. Ugh.
*So, needless to say, come February, I'd celebrated my 22nd birthday, and I'd went to Vegas with my family, and then gone to Washington, and I enjoyed the people I was with, but NOT the fucking SGA guy in charge. He's an arrogant, weasly little PRICK who had the audacity to take a picture of me while I was sleeping. But THAT aside, it was a nice time.
*Got back from Washington, and for a while, was just happy to chill out at the Honors Dorms. Me and my (again, almost) boyfriend decided to meet up at a hotel and finally have sex, and it was FANFUKINGTASTIC. EIGHT TIMES. I was so good and sore, especially because I hadn't had sex in over eight months. I knew we were going to become an official couple, which is why I was okay bending my, "No sex until we're official" rule, after dealing with my older man. And I really, REALLY miss that wild, brusing sex me and my dude used to have. Sigh.
*Valentine's day, he officially asked me out, and I had my first, official boyfriend since my ex. Even before we were dating (my dude and I) we were always arguing and fighting, but at the same time, I came to rely on him so much, and eventually, love him. He got me through some SERIOUS shit.
*Fast-foward to March when the shit at JobCorps REALLY hit the fan.
STEP 2: Explain The Insanity At School and how that led up to me becoming a Non-Resident
Okay. Onto more deeper issues. If you haven't heard, especially those of us living in Los Angeles, and who are familiar with my school, JobCorps, a few days ago, there was a stabbing at my school. To be more specific, there was a murder at non-other than the Honors Dorms. That night, one of my favorite RA's lost their life and it has shaken us down to it's very core. Mr. Anderson was a kind, funny, and very creative man who, as a writer, was an excellent playwright (and gave me high praise for my play being the one they chose for the school play back in December), who watched over the boy's floor of the Honors Dorms, also known as Studio Club, named for it's Hollywood location and because it was a female dormitory for famous female stars such as the beautiful Marilyn Monroe, Lucille Ball, and countless others starlets.
A student (who everyone is out to get, so for his sake, his family better not pay the 1million dollar bail because he's probably SAFER in jail) lost his shit and stabbed him to death for---wait for it---being told not to walk back and forth from the public showers (very visible from the girl's floor) with just a towel around his waist.
It was a senseless murder and loss of a great man and we at JobCorps are EXTREMELY hurt and angry by his loss, but we pray he's resting in peace. And this is one of many factors that leads to the next lovely life topic:
*I Became a non-resident (moved out of those hellhole dorms)
Yup. You read that right. For those of you who have missed a few of my past blogs, (*Shame, shame, dahlings!*) I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATED being a resident at school. I mean, I could seriously bitch on for YEARS, but if you caught my last blog--or the one before, can't remember---then you'll understand why I'm not exaggerating when I say I am EXTREMELY grateful to have finally put in my papers to go Non-Res, also known as "Non Resident". I'm living off campus and putting up with the hour and a half long commute to school and work because this is seriously some BULLSHIT. Now...I bet you're wondering where I moved, especially if I'm not with Milloux and there's no way in HELL I'd ever....
You know what, never say never. I'm just going to say that I'd PREFER not to be back living with those specific family members if I can help it. Now, moving on to the next topic:
*STEP 3: Answer the question, "But wait, if she moved out of the dorms, where is she living?!!! 
AND Proudly answer that question and move on.*
So........yeah........um........I kinda........MAYBE, JUST MAYBE NOW!!!!.....
.
Okay, so I figured this is going to have a two-prong effect with some people. People are either going to see it:
"HOLY SHIT!!!!! HAVE YOU LOST IT!!!!! DIDN'T YOU GUYS LIKE, *JUST* GET TOGETHER?!??!!?"
~Or~
"HOLY SHIT CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW'S THE SEX?!?!"
Because these have been the general reactions I've been getting lmao. Keep in mind----we've obviously known each other longer than we've been dating, so we already have hashed out our ghosts and skeletons and whatnots.
Okay,well let me explain a bit. So, yeah...I have no idea where to start.
Not because I'm dodging this like Jaws trying to dodge a rabies shot, it's just that things have been a bit CRAZED. I mean, really.
We had been talking about me moving in with him, only because I was going to hit my fucking mental limit what with having to literally suffer through living on campus. And whenever I escaped on the weekends (and I mean I use that word in the STRONGEST SENSE), I'd always come out to his place and just relax. I mean seriously, when I was here, I knew EXACTLY what FREEDOM was, because months at JC will fucking do that to you. I didn't know a bullshit 10pm curfew, insane roommates who drive you to homicidal thoughts, and I especially didn't miss the fucking DRAMA. OH MY GOD. I thought I knew what drama was---N.O.
So, coming here for the weekends was a serious HIGH for me. It's like I tripped to Eden every, fucking day. Zero concept of time, what day it was, and at times, I GENUINELY forgot what JC was. And when reality came back, I ALWAYS cried. Correction---the first time I knew I was seriously in trouble was when I cried because I had to go back one Sunday. I literally started crying my eyes out. Like seriously, "DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK" status. I know it seems "out of character", but at that point, I was borderline suicidal. I couldn't take it. I couldn't take LIVING there. Almost eight months of hell---and swinging back and forth in between---too much.
Shit, there's only so much one can take mentally.
So, my boyfriend and I began talking early on, about me staying with him. But then I got seriously cold feet and had a lovely little breakdown, and finally managed to resign myself to living in the dorms, pissed off, angry, and rather suicidal, and then BAM.
This shit happens.
So, I grabbed my papers THAT day and just got all the signatures I needed, rushed upstairs, packed what shit I had, left a LOT of shit behind (the third time I've halved my stuff), and just rushed to his car like the damn building was burning down. I said "bye" to a few really close friends of mine, and then I left.
And let me tell you, once I finished putting my stuff away at his house and getting settled....THAT. WAS. THE. BEST. FUCKING. SEX. OF. MY. LIFE.
True FUCKING story (excuse the pun).
And since they have closed down the school for a week, it's even crazier because I have been tripping straight to eden all week. It's insane. It's like here, not only do I lose all track of time, I can actually cook, be as domestic as I want to be, go out when I want to, come home when I want to, have as much sex as I want to, and just be free.
And it feels GREAT.
Of course, this wasn't as impulsive as you think. It wasn't just a run-and-jump-without=looking-and-HOSHITHERECOMESAFUCKINGBUS-thing. We talked about all the possibilities and what would happen now.
And that leads us into the next topic!!!
*Explain life goals from here on out.
We DID talk. Like a LOT before all of this happened. Waaaaay too much, but then I got cold feet and whatnot. And I already had a plan before I became a non-resident, because let's face it; even though I NEVER want to go back to being a resident, if this goes SOUTH, then I'll need a second plan.
But for right now, it just is.
So, here is....*EPIC EXPLOSION*....THE GAAAAAAAAAAAMEPLAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!!
~Get a job: CHECK! (I am currently employed at none other than my true love, GAMESTOP!!!!! I fucking LOVE IT. I have always loved it, even when I was still living in Illinois!!!! GAMESTOP!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!)
~DON'T QUIT SCHOOL. I don't give a damn how far I have to commute. Screw this. I am FINISHING. Because of what happened, everything got really fucked up, so I have to wait a couple of extra weeks (GOD I HOPE NOT) before I can ACTUALLY begin my trade, which is the EXACT reason I moved out here to California, because they didn't offer said trade in Chicago. I WILL COMMUTE AND AS GOD AS MY WITNESS, I WILL FINISH THIS DAMNED PROGRAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Speaking of school, I am going to enroll in community college once more. Oh, God, here we go again.
~And once graduation from JC rolls around, I'll have already been in my internship and internship means job where I am interning, and job means CAREER, and career means MONEY. I plan on living here with my dude for the next couple of months ONLY----and then getting my own place. And if we decide it's really for the best, then we'll get a place together lol. (And before anyone goes, wait, WUT---NO. He doesn't live wth his folks. (THANK GOD). It's so funny this huge house we live in; it's like an awesome place where the "kids" rule because neither parent (or anyone's for that matter) live here.
*So. It's Mid-march, 2012, and I'm living with my boyfriend who I've only been dating for over a month (Gimme a break, I was DESPERATE to get out of that situation at fucking JobCorps). And contrary to what I had written at that time, I didn't accomplish ANY of my overly enthusastic goals. AT ALL. And I was clearly tripping to Eden, being all happy newlywed and shit. In the end,
~I quit Gamestop because the commute was TOO damn long.
~I exited out of JobCorps, with my completion in Business Adminstration, which is just a fancy way of saying "Certified Secretary" and NOT what I'd come to California for in the FIRST place, so I was feeling PRETTY FUCKING SHAFTED. Fuck you, JobCorps.
~I couldn't get into Community College, so I did nothing but worked.
*SO. Now it's towards the end of March, and I am preparing to exit JobCorps, am working at GameStop, living with my boyfriend and our other roommates, getting great feedback on Apollo, and trying to get a grip on life. At the END of March, on the 30th, life throws us a HUGE curveball. My dude's dad didn't have his shit together legally or financially for the house we were all living in and guess what? We end up EVICTED, and couldn't get access to the house or ANY of our shit (this happened while I was at school, commuting back and forth from the valley to jobcorps) for over two weeks, so we had to buy clothes, and basically everything, and stayed at his rich Aunt's house in El Camarillo which was nice, but DAMN that was some stressful times.
*NOW it's April 2012! We have all settled into our new, current place right now. There are six people living here: In one bedroom is his brother and sister. In the other, is his racist, sexist cousin, and his hooker fuckbuddy. So, me and MY dude got saddled with the living room, which we ended up converting to a bedroom, which turned out just fine, save for a few minor/major annoyances.
*And for the first time, I had edbiles. OOOOOOOOOOOH BOY. I was fucked up. And I mean REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAALLLLY fucked up.
I tried edibles for the first time EVER a couple a weeks ago (before we moved). I mean seriously, I don't condone drug usage, but my boyfriend is a very bad influence on me. True story. I mean, I HATE smoking---my lungs suck and I hate cigarette smoke and everything else like that. I'm just really sensitive to it.
HOWEVER---our roommate and his girlfriend suggested I try edibles, and since I'd NEVER been high before, I said, "Okay, sure, why not?" and I knew I was safe at home, so down the hatch they went. Brownies, rice krispie treats, and chocolate covered cherries. Now, I wish someone had told me, that as a beginner, eating them would pack a HUGE punch and I shouldn't eat a lot.
Because an hour later, I was SO fucked up, I had LITERALLY FORGOTTEN HOW TO SPEAK.
And I mean we are just having a GRAND time!!!! Laughing, eating, walking all sideways, listening to that one time that our roommates heard us have sex in the kitchen....
And THEN I made the mistake of laying down UPSTAIRS (because our bedroom at the time was upstairs). All hell broke loose. I started FREAKING out, oh, and having sex?
I seriously thought I was losing my virginity all over again. Not because it hurt or anything like that, but because I was SO scared and all of the sensations were BEYOND INTENSE. I mean, WHEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DIES*
And then I had to pee some hours, so what do I stupidly do? I go downstairs, (TOTALLY bypassing the upstairs bathroom for some reason) and use the bathroom and pass out on the toilet, only to wake up five minutes later like, "WHERE AM I?!" See, but I had enough dignity ("Dignity", she says. HA!) not to scream for my boyfriend to come and have to rescue me off the toilet so I somehow managed to pull up my panties and stumble back upstairs and just pray to every god listening to get me through this.
I COMPLETELY overdid it, but I recovered. And the best part?
My Tagalog is FLAWLESS when I'm fucked up. How do I know? Because I thought, (or as much as I could think) that if I blurted out in front of everyone, "Hey, babe, let's go upstairs and fuck!!!" it would be awkward, so I said it CLEARLY in Tagalog----which, in hindsight, didn't make ANY sense because all of his roommates (including his twin brother, his sister, and his cousin and his cousin's girlfriend who is hispanic) spoke PERFECT Tagalog and understood it.
*Headdesk*
Lemme tell you, not one of my better moments, just like last night. Oh, but don't get me wrong, I had a simple edible (brownie) and I just enjoyed the high. Less intense and less chances of getting lost in bathrooms.
And speaking of drugs and wild, fun times:
*Needing a desperate break from the people in this apartment, I go to COACHELLA with Milloux!!!!!!!!! It was my first time going and it WAS a fucking blast, even the part where I passed out in car while she was still partying hahahaha!!! Oh, but the FUNNIEST part was smoking SO MUCH I'd started talking in an English/French/South African Accent and I COULDN'T. STOP. I bust out crying/laughing in a fit of hysterica because I thought I was LITERALLY STUCK with this accent for the rest of my life. Too. Much. Pot and way too many edbiles, but GOT DAMN what a fun time!!!
*After getting back from Coachella, that's when my two fucked up roommates (ESPECIALLY the chick) started to show her ass. My anger was BOILING at this point.
PART 2 OF THE BLOG!!!
