Missing post
When I post I do it through my handy dandy sidekick 3. Previously it was done with it's predecessor, hence the initial irregular spacing. I compose an email, address it to blogger and am usually too lazy to fix the word wrap immediately. I had an eloborate post a few days ago which never reached blogger it seems. It's been a very dramatic week or so. I lack the patience to adequately detail everything, my arms get achy from not using a proper keyboard.
Lake Powell was nice. I drove up midway which proved wise as everyone in camp (5 others) were violently ill. Before departure I finalized all of my Maui things, air, hotel. My birthday, 21, is precisely 2 weeks from today!
The Thursday before I left for Powell I took my summer school final (B+ in the class!) and got fired from a crappy bar I worked at. It was themed for a library (plaid skirts, thigh highs, mary janes) and though I wasn't proud to work there I knew working fall would be extremely profitable. They never said I'd done anything wrong along the way, Sarah said I looked great in attire and I had a great personality but I did this, that, and the other. I think someone wanted me out. I took it personally but that's only because I felt I wasn't rightfully done.
Then there's drama with J's psycho sister. She's a thief. When she moved here from MO she took my room (ok, it's her dad's house, whatever). This fact is intertwined with being a liar and it further complicates my life. Things she's stolen include, and are not limited to, shoes, towels, bedding, shirt, make-up, and underwear. Yes, UNDERWEAR! I'm talking Victoria's Secret booty shorts I bought with a matching cami for J. She has always denied, played dumb, and declared I said she could borrow. She has also stolen from the other roommate as well as her own brother!
So let's back up to before the underwear incident. Whenever J has to get up in the morning I usually sleep in. When I wake up, I leave. It's the norm. So early last week I did just that, woke up after he'd left for whatever he had to do. And I left. Mid-afternoon the psycho calls me and asks if I went into her bathroom (which I would do why?) and I said nope. Didn't need to, J has the master and, therefor, his own toilet. She then went on to say her shorts were missing, she'd taken them off that morning and left them on the floor. Nope, sorry, maybe they got mixed up in laundry? Well my lack of paying attention seemed to ignite her. I TOOK THEM OFF THIS MORNING, HOW WOULD THEY GET INTO HIS LAUNDRY.I said I had no idea and I'm sorry. She hung up on me. She later texted me throwing accusation of my dog eating underwear, socks, etc. This is false. She likes underwear only. I know this (aside from leather and cords, long lost bad habits). She said its all good. I said clearly not if she needed to hang up on me or even accuse me then change the story. If Scooter ate something I'd own up, I've done it before. That night, a Monday, I asked J if anything had been said about the situation, I wanted to avoid messiness and I figured the best way was open honesty.
He said she had blamed my dog for shitting on her shorts, which in no way accounts for how she had spoken to me. Between he and I couldn't figure out what she was asking/insinuating. We still have no idea whether she thought I stole them, took them to cover up my dog ruining them, or simply shitting on them. Over the next 2 days it blew up to an all out war. He knew I was being honest, 2 months into out relationship my dog was tempted by leather on his Guess watch. I replaced it the next day, exact watch and all. Plus, she has a history or dishonesty.
It turned bad quick. He said she had no right to accuse me of anything. She had come here late december and slept with most of the friends he's had since jr. high. She ruined those friendships yet he never said anything. It was in her best interest to not speak when she's the destructive one.
All this resulted in J deciding he should move out. She told him she never wanted to see him again. This is kind of impossible considering they live together in their dad's house. He said he was going to move out and possibly go back to California. I knew it was coming, but we planned to go together after graduation. All this knocked me right on over. Total meltdown. I'm good at freaking out.
Psycho told me to stay out of her way, she "never wanted to whoop some ass like yours!" Wednesday sucked and caused all this tension with J. We found out that night she has cervical cancer. I hate/love to say it but it's because she's a slut. Most likely because she slept with too many guys and contracted something that leads to such an outcome. I remember my gyn lecturing me on safe practices when I went in for my first PAP. It was a long time ago so I'm not sure if it's right. But I think HPV can lead to irregular cell whatever and can cause cervical cancer. So J and I felt immediately bad. I credited her craziness to anger at herself in the form of abuse to me. He assured me she JUST found out. She was a bitch on her ow free will. It was her get out of jail free card. We dropped the fight.
Thursday was a joke. I got into an accident and had no car. I called work and instead of acting how they usually for people who get into wrecks they said I needed to come in. Nobody was around and it's 114 out daily. I tried to get my shift covered and when nobody answered I called work again. They said they'd call too and then call me back. At five there was no call. I called them. They said if I couldn't be reliable they couldn't give me lots of shifts. So I hung up on the manager and walked 3 miles in the heat to work. Immediately he sent me home, suspended for a week, and back in the heat. There was no way I could walk another 3 miles, I would have fainted. So psycho picked me up. We were nice.
All Friday I felt sick from the dehydration. I solicited my dad for work (dead broke) and he had me vacuum the church he and my mom attend. 4 hours, 2 centipedes, and 1 stinky girl later I was done. Turned down his money. I'm stupid.
J and I were glad to let everything go behind us.Not for long! Saturday morning psycho texted J and I saying she knew we were awake (funny, we weren't!) and why did we throw "dirthy draws" on her pillow. Draws? Eh. Not the smartest girl. I'm still not sure what the text was about but I'm used to being confused by her. It turns out Scooter got to her underwear. They were Victoria's Secret. J gave her $14 but I quickly reclaimed his money and gave her my smallest bill. $20. I returned J's money and he asked if I got a look at the underwear. Said they looked like mine and she acted shady when he asked to see what my dog ate. I said I hadn't seen that pair in a long time, completely forgot about them. Later that night I confirmed they were mine. Mine are missing. And she's cheap white trash that openly has admitted to me she steals. She would never spend $14 on underwear. So I ended up paying her for stealing my things!
I'm still mad. Next time this happens I will destory her room and reclaim everything she has of mine. Or I can call the cops. Fucking bitch. I've tried to spare J here, the stress, the sides, but she's digging in my pocket. Who steals from not only a brother, but the girl said brother loves. It ruins everything. She's 20 years old and needs to grow up. NOW
Lake Powell was nice. I drove up midway which proved wise as everyone in camp (5 others) were violently ill. Before departure I finalized all of my Maui things, air, hotel. My birthday, 21, is precisely 2 weeks from today!
The Thursday before I left for Powell I took my summer school final (B+ in the class!) and got fired from a crappy bar I worked at. It was themed for a library (plaid skirts, thigh highs, mary janes) and though I wasn't proud to work there I knew working fall would be extremely profitable. They never said I'd done anything wrong along the way, Sarah said I looked great in attire and I had a great personality but I did this, that, and the other. I think someone wanted me out. I took it personally but that's only because I felt I wasn't rightfully done.
Then there's drama with J's psycho sister. She's a thief. When she moved here from MO she took my room (ok, it's her dad's house, whatever). This fact is intertwined with being a liar and it further complicates my life. Things she's stolen include, and are not limited to, shoes, towels, bedding, shirt, make-up, and underwear. Yes, UNDERWEAR! I'm talking Victoria's Secret booty shorts I bought with a matching cami for J. She has always denied, played dumb, and declared I said she could borrow. She has also stolen from the other roommate as well as her own brother!
So let's back up to before the underwear incident. Whenever J has to get up in the morning I usually sleep in. When I wake up, I leave. It's the norm. So early last week I did just that, woke up after he'd left for whatever he had to do. And I left. Mid-afternoon the psycho calls me and asks if I went into her bathroom (which I would do why?) and I said nope. Didn't need to, J has the master and, therefor, his own toilet. She then went on to say her shorts were missing, she'd taken them off that morning and left them on the floor. Nope, sorry, maybe they got mixed up in laundry? Well my lack of paying attention seemed to ignite her. I TOOK THEM OFF THIS MORNING, HOW WOULD THEY GET INTO HIS LAUNDRY.I said I had no idea and I'm sorry. She hung up on me. She later texted me throwing accusation of my dog eating underwear, socks, etc. This is false. She likes underwear only. I know this (aside from leather and cords, long lost bad habits). She said its all good. I said clearly not if she needed to hang up on me or even accuse me then change the story. If Scooter ate something I'd own up, I've done it before. That night, a Monday, I asked J if anything had been said about the situation, I wanted to avoid messiness and I figured the best way was open honesty.
He said she had blamed my dog for shitting on her shorts, which in no way accounts for how she had spoken to me. Between he and I couldn't figure out what she was asking/insinuating. We still have no idea whether she thought I stole them, took them to cover up my dog ruining them, or simply shitting on them. Over the next 2 days it blew up to an all out war. He knew I was being honest, 2 months into out relationship my dog was tempted by leather on his Guess watch. I replaced it the next day, exact watch and all. Plus, she has a history or dishonesty.
It turned bad quick. He said she had no right to accuse me of anything. She had come here late december and slept with most of the friends he's had since jr. high. She ruined those friendships yet he never said anything. It was in her best interest to not speak when she's the destructive one.
All this resulted in J deciding he should move out. She told him she never wanted to see him again. This is kind of impossible considering they live together in their dad's house. He said he was going to move out and possibly go back to California. I knew it was coming, but we planned to go together after graduation. All this knocked me right on over. Total meltdown. I'm good at freaking out.
Psycho told me to stay out of her way, she "never wanted to whoop some ass like yours!" Wednesday sucked and caused all this tension with J. We found out that night she has cervical cancer. I hate/love to say it but it's because she's a slut. Most likely because she slept with too many guys and contracted something that leads to such an outcome. I remember my gyn lecturing me on safe practices when I went in for my first PAP. It was a long time ago so I'm not sure if it's right. But I think HPV can lead to irregular cell whatever and can cause cervical cancer. So J and I felt immediately bad. I credited her craziness to anger at herself in the form of abuse to me. He assured me she JUST found out. She was a bitch on her ow free will. It was her get out of jail free card. We dropped the fight.
Thursday was a joke. I got into an accident and had no car. I called work and instead of acting how they usually for people who get into wrecks they said I needed to come in. Nobody was around and it's 114 out daily. I tried to get my shift covered and when nobody answered I called work again. They said they'd call too and then call me back. At five there was no call. I called them. They said if I couldn't be reliable they couldn't give me lots of shifts. So I hung up on the manager and walked 3 miles in the heat to work. Immediately he sent me home, suspended for a week, and back in the heat. There was no way I could walk another 3 miles, I would have fainted. So psycho picked me up. We were nice.
All Friday I felt sick from the dehydration. I solicited my dad for work (dead broke) and he had me vacuum the church he and my mom attend. 4 hours, 2 centipedes, and 1 stinky girl later I was done. Turned down his money. I'm stupid.
J and I were glad to let everything go behind us.Not for long! Saturday morning psycho texted J and I saying she knew we were awake (funny, we weren't!) and why did we throw "dirthy draws" on her pillow. Draws? Eh. Not the smartest girl. I'm still not sure what the text was about but I'm used to being confused by her. It turns out Scooter got to her underwear. They were Victoria's Secret. J gave her $14 but I quickly reclaimed his money and gave her my smallest bill. $20. I returned J's money and he asked if I got a look at the underwear. Said they looked like mine and she acted shady when he asked to see what my dog ate. I said I hadn't seen that pair in a long time, completely forgot about them. Later that night I confirmed they were mine. Mine are missing. And she's cheap white trash that openly has admitted to me she steals. She would never spend $14 on underwear. So I ended up paying her for stealing my things!
I'm still mad. Next time this happens I will destory her room and reclaim everything she has of mine. Or I can call the cops. Fucking bitch. I've tried to spare J here, the stress, the sides, but she's digging in my pocket. Who steals from not only a brother, but the girl said brother loves. It ruins everything. She's 20 years old and needs to grow up. NOW
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