Where were you?

While all of my classmates were walking across the stage at graduation, I was serving 8 pump Patricia her “no water no foam extra hot 8 pump chai in her own cup with a banana bread extra nuts no not that one the one behind it” her latte at my job at Starbucks.

October-December wrap up

From mid October to pretty much 15 minutes ago has been the most hectic weeks of my life.
In a nutshell, I suddenly became single, I got arrested, I got a piercing that turned into a horrible abscess on the cartilage on my ear, I went to the ER twice, flew to the other side of the country to have emergency surgery on said abscess after a plastic surgeon quoted me $3800 to have the procedure done, spent 3 days blissfully unaware and uncaring of EVERYTHING doped up on dilauded after surgery, was told there was no way I was going to be able to fly back for my arraignment(see you all after I get arrested again for failing to appear), nearly killed myself driving for the first time in snow tonight, and, about an hour ago stalled at of all places, Wal-Mart and had to get a jump from a tow truck. At midnight. At fucking Wal-Mart. IN THE FUCKING SNOW.
I haven’t really been keeping up with anything on the internets, because real life decided to take over and hurl some shit in my fan. Of all the things after this whirlwind of shit, stalling? I was driving to get some bandages for my fresh from the OR ear. Give me a fucking break.
Oh, and I forgot to mention. My laptop battery ate shit. Lucky, lucky, I’m staying with my Mom until I can get my life back on track, which is going to take a while since I cant fucking fly, and I have to wait until spring to get my reconstructive surgery. (The infection literally liquefied all of the cartilage in my ear, leaving me with a large bag of skin vaguely resembling an ear.)

And so I’ll be wandering around in the dark for a while. Maybe I’ll go to school or something. I have two other entries I was writing the day before I had to fly out. Or look for a job.

Lmfao. Yeah, right. I’m going to spend the winter holed up on narcotic painkillers, watching movies with my Mom’s birds. I’m planning on teaching them how to say choice phrases like “Go fuck yourself”. See you in January.

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It’s a bit early to be writing a why post, but it’s for my own benefit. I have an awful short term memory, and I need to stay motivated to do something other than fuck around on myspace when I’m sitting in front of a computer.

I’ve toyed with the idea of starting a blog ever since I learned what a blog was. I used to think I was blogging when I was updating my livejournal when I was 13 about mundane things that happened to me that day. Maybe someday I’ll post a few of them here. They’re not embarrassing enough to be hilarious, I was lazy and angsty back then, but perhaps I could re-write them with a new perspective. “My bitchy physical education teacher, 9 years later”.
Perhaps not.

I eventually learned that real bloggers actually write, a talent I’d later try to accquire. I googled “blogging” and got a bunch of political blog results, and as a teenager, that was the last thing I wanted to read about, so I dismissed the idea of blogging and shoved it out of my mind until a few years ago. I had some real life experiences! I was burning to share them with the world.
Which brings me back to the beginning of this post. I have an awful short term memory.

So I “blog” mostly to remember. What is the point of having an eventful life if I can’t remember the best of it? For example, I once stole my mothers car and drove 6 hours south in the middle of the night. But instead of recalling the best parts when I share this story, I end up telling about how the drive was long and there was a big fight between some adults for a dumb reason, followed by an “Oh, I don’t know”.
I want to learn how to write, and I want to remember the moments that lead me to where I am right now.

Ugh, enough, I sound like a principal making a graduation speech.