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*WARING* Extremely long journal ahead. Proceed with caution.

The last two weeks have been one thing after another, some of the things were good and some of the things were bad. Im not sure how to start… I know, how about I start it fairytale style. “Once upon a time…” No that doesn’t work. Okay lets try “It all started when…”
I woke up like any other day to go to work. I got on the bus, and showed up at work on time, but no one was there (at least my crew). It turns out that one of our bosses, god bless her heart, gave everyone the day off and a free ticket to Wolverine. I was kind of bummed that I hadn’t slept in, but I was ecstatic that I was going to be able to see Wolverine(tickets here cost something like 15 bucks…). Well I didn’t want to see the movie that day, so I got on a bus and went back home. I almost missed my stop because I was sleeping on the bus, which is funny because I used to be afraid to sleep on the bus because when I first moved here my coworkers had some fun and told me a story about a guy who fell asleep on the bus and he woke up with his organs harvested. What’s so funny?! It was a scary story!

Well I made it home in one piece, and I was in front of my apartment door when I heard something inside. In my head I was thinking something along the lines of… “OMFG! There’s a burglar/rapist/murder in my apartment! I should call the cops!”… Well I don’t own a cell phone so calling for help would be a little hard. Then I thought to myself that I could take this guy! I’ll kick his a**, and break his legs so he can’t get away and then call the cops. But then my grand scheme was shattered when I heard my mom’s complaining voice inside. Then it hit me. My mother had planned on visiting me this week. I was so relieved, but then my relief was replaced by panic. I hadn’t cleaned up the place! I ran in and there was my mom standing in the middle of the room with a garbage bag full of liquor bottles. Oy…

Now I’m 19, so I can’t legally buy or drink alcohol. I have a friend who works in a liquor store and can get alcohol at discount, and that’s where I get it. I had been collecting a pretty impressive collection of bottles, that is, until my mother came along. She was furious. I wanted to just run out of the room and go anywhere. She thinks I should go to a psychiatrist and AA. I really, really, reeaally don’t want to, but I did agree to not drink anymore until I’m 21 (and when I say that, I mean that Ill cut back). I’m not really worried about my drinking, my liver functions are the best that they’ve been in years, I’m not a mean drunk, and I don’t own a car so I don’t drive drunk. If a friend or doctor who has seen firsthand what I’m doing to myself tells me I’m harming myself and to quit drinking I will, but not for my mom who knows nothing of me.

The main reason my mom visited is because I had a physical that week, and she always makes sure I go, because if she wasn’t there I probably wouldn’t go. I don’t like going to the clinic. They make you take off your clothes and they poke and prod you where you don’t want to be poked or prodded. I think I can say truthfully I would rather go to my brother’s funeral again rather than go to the clinic (and that’s say’n something).

After the physical (shudders in disgust) me and my mother went to a nice restaurant, went shopping, and had a really good time. A day later she went back home (reluctantly) and my apartment was once again a bachelorette pad.

At work again(this is the end of week one by the way) and Im working on a villain that I’m seriously thinking of putting in my comic, when my boss (I have more than one, a nice lady, and a mean guy) Greg tells me that the villain I’m was planning to put in my comic would be better debuted in some other guys comic and that I can put the villain in my comic afterwards. This really pissed me off. Many writers say this but its true, my characters are like my children and there’s no way I’m going to let some other person take credit for my hard work. Me and him get into a big fight (well sorta, cussing with a dinovox made it more like a comedy scetch), and my other boss, god bless her soul again, steps in and tells him that I own all my characters until marvel signs a contract saying that Marvel owns them, and that when Marvel own them, he can do whatever he wants with them. Did I mention she used to be a lawyer? After he left she and I started talking and it’s starting to look like I could be behind Marvels first ever super-villain prison execution. She says I can’t use someone like carnage though (my first choice) because you can’t execute a mentally insane person (Damn…). She also asked if I had seen the Wolverine movie. I had completely forgotten about the ticket! Well It turns out my boss and several of the guys hadn’t seen it either so we decided to take the day off at lunch and go see it together.

We all went to a pizza place for lunch (I don’t know where it is because one of the guys drove me there or what it is called because I have the memory of a gold fish). It was really good pizza and after we were done we were about to get up and leave when a guy at the cash register starts yelling at the clerk pointing something in his pocket at her. I didn’t really get what was going on until he started demanding money over and over. He was robbing the pizza place! The pizza place I was in! I thought he was going to grab and dash when the clerk started opening the register, but I was wrong. Out of the kitchen comes this big-a** Italian guy with a big-a** knife in one hand and a pizza cutter in the other and starts yelling at the robber to get the hell out or he was going to chop his *%$@ing hands off. It-was-awesome! The would be robber tried to bluff the guy by pointing his pocket at him at telling him he was going to shoot him, when big the cook came at him with his knife! The robber ran out of there faster than a Buddha on a Twinkie. I think the next super hero I write about is going to be an super strong Italian with a big a** knife, lol. Even after all the excitement that day, we all still went to see Wolverine the movie, and loved every bit of it.

And that was only the first week! You must be tired of reading, why don’t you take a break, get something to drink, go to the bathroom, and/or make yourself a grilled cheese sandwich before you keep reading about my week(s). I’ll be here when your ready.

Ready? Good. Prepare yourself for what I’m about to tell you- I am learning to drive (Scary music comes in). While I don’t own a car, I'm going to own one one of these days, so better at least learn the basics. My friend (the one I get liquor from) sat in the passenger’s seat of her car telling me how to drive. Driving is scary! I’m having trouble with the break is to the left, gas is on the right. We’ve been practicing in a neighborhood that has fairly little traffic, and on only my second day of learning to drive I ran over a cat.

I was just driving and then I hear “thump-thump!”. I was horrified. I didn’t even see it! I got out looked at it, got on my knees said a little prayer of forgiveness for good measure (which my friend laughed at for a good two minutes… I laughed a little too…), and let my friend drive me home.

On Wednesday or Thursday I went, for the first time, to a speed dating event. It was not what I expected. They give you a slip of paper with numbers, each number represents a person, and you rate that person based on how you like them, and then at the end you see who else liked you. Take my word for it, when you go to one of these shindigs you find out how much you truly hate your fellow man. Because I can’t speak I brought a pen and some paper. Some of the guys thought I was being mysterious, and would take my paper and write their number or a joke on it. Twice I showed my scares to shut them up. Others were actually okay communicating that way, and they talked like we were having a normal conversation. I rated them high. By the end I got three matches and four numbers. I had a few more written word with two of the guys and I started to go home, when a girl, I think she was like 22, came up to me and said she thought it was great that I was going out and doing this even though I have a disability. She then gave me a piece of paper and walked back to her male friend. I looked at the piece of paper. It was her cell phone number with a message saying “If you cant find a guy, give me a call”. Ahahahahahahaha! *Wheez*Gasp* Cahahahaa! I couldn’t believe I was being hit on by a girl! It was a little embarrassing but at the same time I was a little flattered. I went home with a big smile on my face.

And know here I am, sitting in my comfy chair writing a very long post about only myself. I don’t really like people who talk only about themselves, but I only pump about one of these journal posts about every three weeks, and I really needed to vent so there.

Also, anyone who is reading this, if you ever need to vent, and you will, you can pm me. I will listen to what you say when no one else will. Everyone needs to keep up with the good word right? So get yours out, even if it isn’t to me, but to someone. Thanks for reading and try and have a nice day kay?

Oh, and did I mention that I’ve been alcohol free for two weeks? No? Well now you know.