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How I got where I am today.
Dec. 3rd, 2002 11:48 amToday, yesterday, the day before, etc. I awoke with harsh shoulder and neck pains and a headache. I've been having this problem for it seems like a month now. I've also had really really bad writer's block. I haven't been able to write papers or even journal entries. Hopefully, things will change.
My Thanksgiving went horribly, as planned. I crashed my car on the way in, an hour away from home after driving safely for 5. The car is in pretty bad shape, it's in the Bronx right now, with Jenny from the block. The other car, a brand new Chevy SUV had relatively no damage at all, which is good, I suppose, along with the fact that no one got injured.
When I finally arrived home, by cab, I was greeted by loving parents and a drunken sister. I've never seen my sister drunk before and it was quite shocking. It had to have happened sometime, she is an alcoholic. It wasn't pleasant, to say the least. It was probably the last thing I wanted to see. Then my friends came over unnanounced and I asked my sister to stay in my room while I talked to them. She decided it would be fun to meet the boys. Most of my friends hadn't yet met my sister, so they got a pretty good first impression as she stumbled all over spewing forth nonsense.
Then, after she told me she may be pregnant, I decided that it had been the worst day of my life. I can't remember ever having a day as disastrous as last Wednesday. And on my Thanksgiving break at that.
She also told my parents that I'm depressed and that I smoke cigarettes. So now I'm one of the kids whose parents knows he smokes cigarettes. Good thing I'm 20. So my parents both know that I'm depressed and they both talked to me about it individually. My mom scheduled an appointment with a shrink, so there's a chance I may be prescribed some pharmaceuticals.
On a better note, I feel a lot closer to my dad. I've come to terms with the fact that I've become like him, which is probably a hint that I share whatever mental illnesses he has. He was very supportive for my 3-day stay at home, both of my parents were. I'm pretty glad for that. I guess if I do have something wrong in my head it's best I get help for it as soon as possible before I start dressing like a woman or something of that sort.
Let's see...good news. It's few and far between. The girl who is taking my apartment, her name is Sarah, came by for a final look around the place. She didn't take her wet shoes off as she walked all over, BUT THAT'S HER HEADACHE NOW, NOT MINE. She can take a shit on the wall if she wants to. Which reminds me of the time I punched a dent into the wall in this apartment. I haven't patched it up. I think I'm just going to leave it.
Any other good news? Nope. I still have an ass load of work to do.
But my goats are growing well.
My Thanksgiving went horribly, as planned. I crashed my car on the way in, an hour away from home after driving safely for 5. The car is in pretty bad shape, it's in the Bronx right now, with Jenny from the block. The other car, a brand new Chevy SUV had relatively no damage at all, which is good, I suppose, along with the fact that no one got injured.
When I finally arrived home, by cab, I was greeted by loving parents and a drunken sister. I've never seen my sister drunk before and it was quite shocking. It had to have happened sometime, she is an alcoholic. It wasn't pleasant, to say the least. It was probably the last thing I wanted to see. Then my friends came over unnanounced and I asked my sister to stay in my room while I talked to them. She decided it would be fun to meet the boys. Most of my friends hadn't yet met my sister, so they got a pretty good first impression as she stumbled all over spewing forth nonsense.
Then, after she told me she may be pregnant, I decided that it had been the worst day of my life. I can't remember ever having a day as disastrous as last Wednesday. And on my Thanksgiving break at that.
She also told my parents that I'm depressed and that I smoke cigarettes. So now I'm one of the kids whose parents knows he smokes cigarettes. Good thing I'm 20. So my parents both know that I'm depressed and they both talked to me about it individually. My mom scheduled an appointment with a shrink, so there's a chance I may be prescribed some pharmaceuticals.
On a better note, I feel a lot closer to my dad. I've come to terms with the fact that I've become like him, which is probably a hint that I share whatever mental illnesses he has. He was very supportive for my 3-day stay at home, both of my parents were. I'm pretty glad for that. I guess if I do have something wrong in my head it's best I get help for it as soon as possible before I start dressing like a woman or something of that sort.
Let's see...good news. It's few and far between. The girl who is taking my apartment, her name is Sarah, came by for a final look around the place. She didn't take her wet shoes off as she walked all over, BUT THAT'S HER HEADACHE NOW, NOT MINE. She can take a shit on the wall if she wants to. Which reminds me of the time I punched a dent into the wall in this apartment. I haven't patched it up. I think I'm just going to leave it.
Any other good news? Nope. I still have an ass load of work to do.
But my goats are growing well.
