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yeah, so....
Jul. 17th, 2004 01:46 amtonight's gotten... well, interesting...
in a half bad, half good kinda way...
Brought Becca Vermont curry with shrimp, and cranberry juice... forgot the oil.
Went to Walmart, got canola oil so she could make the banana bread. Also marshmellows. The big puffy kind that leave white powder on your fingers if they get sticky from biting the marshmellow in half.
Ppl show up at her place, intent on getting drunk.
Jeff gets a little too drunk. And he's all upset, he wants to talk to Beck and ppl about something that's bothering them, but he doesn't think that things will be ok after he says what he feels like saying.
So, instead, he slides down the hood of his car (which we wouldn't let him into because we'd taken his keys hours earlier) and lays on the pavement. We bring him inside, lay him on the bed, try to talk to him and calm him down... he's crying hysterically, about how he wants to die and how he he tries to make ppl happy, and how it never works out right, and he only hurts us instead.... keeps sobbing, asking us to kill him, shoot him or stab him, anything (when he tried to shave the hair on his arm with his pocket knife half an hour before that, I took it away and hid it in a big bowl in the kitchen, along with Becca's, so no more drunk ppl would play with them)
Becca, me, and eventually Alan are all talking to Jeff, rubbing his back and mussing his head, telling him that things will be better in the morning, that he's a good person, and that he needs to shush and get some much needed sleep...
David was making Becca upset, cus he was being a noisy drunk... I yelled at him 2 or 3 times, and then she asked me to take him home... so he had a smoke, and I took him home.
He'd been making trouble at the pool recently, so I'd been kinda P.O.ed at him, but he apologized earlier, with tabacco smoke and cheap 40 oz. beer on his tongue... but he seemed genuine. He didn't make much trouble when I told him he needed to go...
He was only irked because Becca didn't tell him to get lost herself.... I kinda see that... but not completely.
I don't think that he fully appreciated that she couldn't probably talk to him civily, and had other more important drunks to deal with....... I guess I can only expect so much from him... he's just like that. he always thinks that ppl are giving him shit for no good reason. Half the time he doesn't even catch on to the fact that he's just pushing too many buttons, especially at just the wrong time
Jeremy, I'm so glad that you are a happy, giggly drunk. You have no idea. Really.
I'd had it up to here with depressed, angsty drunks who think they're worthless and want to hurt themselves, or 'put themselves out of their misery' and 'keep themselves from hurting any one again'
Truthfully, I had more than my fill of that from the time when James and I were still friends... we don't talk anymore, but that's probably for the best.
Work was lousy today. But when I started crying at Becca's while she was getting her brother. Demon purred for me, and nuzzled me, and rolled around on the floor playing with Becca's knee wrap and chasing string... almost like he was trying to say 'Hey, hey, don't cry. Look at me, look at me! I'm silly! See? I'm eating string, and chewing on Mommy's knee wrap like it was one of my dozens of cat toys that I ignore for the heels of her high heels..." etc, etc....
I was tired of work, just plain exhausted, cus I've been sick. Now that I can sleep, I have a cold, and my nose
drips
drips
drips...
all day. even when I'm medicated. While I'm on chair in the 98 degree heat in the sun. Kids were all evil today. I think I've been PMsing too.
And I miss Jeremy. I miss him like crazy. (Dammit Isaac, you better appreciate eating your meals with him all the time!! *じーーーーーい*)
I went to the library this (umm... yesterday now) morning, with Anna. And we snatched all the manga that looked like it was actually worth reading and wasn't Love Hina. Ah, manga. How I love you. You are mindless junk, purely trash... and with pictures~! How sweetly you distract and entertain me.
Tomorrow is the family reunion. I have to shower and be out the door with the family by 9. So I need some sleep..... I don't sleep well in cars.... especially in bucket seats.
My parents and little sister will be staying a week beyond the reunion in Michigan. I will be returning.... to work. (Quick, someone remind me, it's really worth it to do this to myself for the money, right? Right??)
Well, better than being stuck with my parents, looking at museums and junk.
I'll come and visit you all the time Beck! I will cook for you! You can come and steal my food!
You can even eat my leftovers! The fruit and vegetables too! They are free here, and it doesn't get any cheaper than that, trust me!
My eyes hurt.
Well, I'm leaving a note to my mom to wake me so I can shower, and gather tissues and nose drugs for me so that I don't leak all over my aunt's house and will be (slightly) less miserable in the car.
Cell phone's gonna be on. Call it, or wait til Sunday night.
(I swear, I'll get that check to you Alexis! I wrote it down! I'm halfway there...)
Brought Becca Vermont curry with shrimp, and cranberry juice... forgot the oil.
Went to Walmart, got canola oil so she could make the banana bread. Also marshmellows. The big puffy kind that leave white powder on your fingers if they get sticky from biting the marshmellow in half.
Ppl show up at her place, intent on getting drunk.
Jeff gets a little too drunk. And he's all upset, he wants to talk to Beck and ppl about something that's bothering them, but he doesn't think that things will be ok after he says what he feels like saying.
So, instead, he slides down the hood of his car (which we wouldn't let him into because we'd taken his keys hours earlier) and lays on the pavement. We bring him inside, lay him on the bed, try to talk to him and calm him down... he's crying hysterically, about how he wants to die and how he he tries to make ppl happy, and how it never works out right, and he only hurts us instead.... keeps sobbing, asking us to kill him, shoot him or stab him, anything (when he tried to shave the hair on his arm with his pocket knife half an hour before that, I took it away and hid it in a big bowl in the kitchen, along with Becca's, so no more drunk ppl would play with them)
Becca, me, and eventually Alan are all talking to Jeff, rubbing his back and mussing his head, telling him that things will be better in the morning, that he's a good person, and that he needs to shush and get some much needed sleep...
David was making Becca upset, cus he was being a noisy drunk... I yelled at him 2 or 3 times, and then she asked me to take him home... so he had a smoke, and I took him home.
He'd been making trouble at the pool recently, so I'd been kinda P.O.ed at him, but he apologized earlier, with tabacco smoke and cheap 40 oz. beer on his tongue... but he seemed genuine. He didn't make much trouble when I told him he needed to go...
He was only irked because Becca didn't tell him to get lost herself.... I kinda see that... but not completely.
I don't think that he fully appreciated that she couldn't probably talk to him civily, and had other more important drunks to deal with....... I guess I can only expect so much from him... he's just like that. he always thinks that ppl are giving him shit for no good reason. Half the time he doesn't even catch on to the fact that he's just pushing too many buttons, especially at just the wrong time
Jeremy, I'm so glad that you are a happy, giggly drunk. You have no idea. Really.
I'd had it up to here with depressed, angsty drunks who think they're worthless and want to hurt themselves, or 'put themselves out of their misery' and 'keep themselves from hurting any one again'
Truthfully, I had more than my fill of that from the time when James and I were still friends... we don't talk anymore, but that's probably for the best.
Work was lousy today. But when I started crying at Becca's while she was getting her brother. Demon purred for me, and nuzzled me, and rolled around on the floor playing with Becca's knee wrap and chasing string... almost like he was trying to say 'Hey, hey, don't cry. Look at me, look at me! I'm silly! See? I'm eating string, and chewing on Mommy's knee wrap like it was one of my dozens of cat toys that I ignore for the heels of her high heels..." etc, etc....
I was tired of work, just plain exhausted, cus I've been sick. Now that I can sleep, I have a cold, and my nose
drips
drips
drips...
all day. even when I'm medicated. While I'm on chair in the 98 degree heat in the sun. Kids were all evil today. I think I've been PMsing too.
And I miss Jeremy. I miss him like crazy. (Dammit Isaac, you better appreciate eating your meals with him all the time!! *じーーーーーい*)
I went to the library this (umm... yesterday now) morning, with Anna. And we snatched all the manga that looked like it was actually worth reading and wasn't Love Hina. Ah, manga. How I love you. You are mindless junk, purely trash... and with pictures~! How sweetly you distract and entertain me.
Tomorrow is the family reunion. I have to shower and be out the door with the family by 9. So I need some sleep..... I don't sleep well in cars.... especially in bucket seats.
My parents and little sister will be staying a week beyond the reunion in Michigan. I will be returning.... to work. (Quick, someone remind me, it's really worth it to do this to myself for the money, right? Right??)
Well, better than being stuck with my parents, looking at museums and junk.
I'll come and visit you all the time Beck! I will cook for you! You can come and steal my food!
You can even eat my leftovers! The fruit and vegetables too! They are free here, and it doesn't get any cheaper than that, trust me!
My eyes hurt.
Well, I'm leaving a note to my mom to wake me so I can shower, and gather tissues and nose drugs for me so that I don't leak all over my aunt's house and will be (slightly) less miserable in the car.
Cell phone's gonna be on. Call it, or wait til Sunday night.
(I swear, I'll get that check to you Alexis! I wrote it down! I'm halfway there...)
