Thursday, June 14, 2012

A Story


  So I am woken up this morning by the doorbell ringing and the retarded dogs barking. I yell at the dogs to shut up and ignore it. The door bell keeps ringing and I look out the window. A hargray truck is in my driveway. "Seems important," I say to myself as I start to get out of bed.
     "You know what? Fuck it. I'm tired."
     I get back into bed, checking my phone first to make sure my parents didn't call or text me. I sit there and the guy keeps knocking at the door and the dogs keep barking. (I hate dogs so much.) I'm getting annoyed and just want to go back to sleep. The knock stops for a little. I jerk back my curtain to see if he's left. Just as I open the curtain, the guys looks straight at my window. Our eyes meet. "Shit. I got to let this fucker in."
     I get out of bed. I bet he knew I was trying to get him to leave. I put on y swim trunks, and open the door. No shirt and mismatched nipple rings. Who knows what kind of condition my face or hair was in. "Yo."
     "Hi. Partridge?" The guy in the bright orange vest said to me.
     "Yeah, that's us."
     "I'm here for the switch-over. To hargray."
     "Um, yeah sure. Let me dial my dad first." 

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

It's been awhile, so listen to my new problems

     Well, I had a new boyfriend for a short while and he broke up with me the other day. We fought a lot, so I didn't really fight it. He'll create fights. I think he might enjoy getting a rise out of me, and he'll accuse me of not caring if I don't get angry. I've decided the best solution is to not get angry. We'll just get in a fight that's impossible to win, or even end. Sometimes I'll just give up and apologize, but he'll just keep fighting. He kept fighting after he broke up with me, and I just kept thinking, "Well dude, you broke up with me! What does it matter anymore?"
     I don't think I've ever met someone who legit needs drama in there life. I get gossiping, I get people over reacting to situations and starting fights, and I get people creating problems for attention, but I feel like he needs something to be wrong in his life (or in this case, our relationship) and will start a fight, because he truly believes something is wrong.
     I know I'm being very vague with this, so let me give you an example. To be a little humble, please understand that this is all from my view, so of course I am going to be biased. Me, Frey (my ex), and Auto all went to a friend's house Saturday night. Apparently, Auto's friend Jessie gave Frey a dirty look because he was smoking green with Jessie's oldest sister. Frey told this to me, but I didn't think he was as upset by it as he was, and in complete truth, I didn't think it was that big a deal. Jessie could be a bitch unnecessarily sometimes. I knew this. I didn't feel like a dirty look was worth causing a "Bad Girls Club" scene. Beside's it was Jessie's house, and I certainly wasn't about to bitch at her in her own house. So I left the whole thing alone. Well Frey kept being miserable and wanted to go home. I agreed and told him I was going to make sure Auto was okay with leaving.
     **Now a few back stories and facts. Auto rode with us and his car was at my house. I thought Auto wanted to stay. I found out  few days later he actually wanted to leave too.
     Well Frey got angry saying things like, "I should be your priority. I'm your boyfriend. I'm your guest. Auto can find his own ride to your house."
     Well I certainly wasn't going to just up and leave Auto there. That's just rude, and I know I'd hear it from Auto later if I did (which if I got left at a party, I'd throw a bitch fit too.) Well we started fighting, we left with Auto, Auto went home, and me and Frey continued fighting at my house. No matter what, he refused to see things from my point of view. It got to the point where I was crying, and he still would listen. I ended up slapping him. It didn't solve anything, I knew it wouldn't, but damn, that shit felt good.
     So he broke up with me two days later because of that. Truthfully, I think he thrived off of me slapping him. I finally did something actually wrong, and that he was justified to get upset about. Now today he's been texting me about how depressed he is. He said he fucked shit up with me. I don't know if he wanted me to, but I wasn't going to deny it. I would get so confused when he'd start fighting with me. If he wants to fix shit, he need's to apologize, and just stop being so damn sensitive.
     By the way, you know what a lot of boys do? Every time they're fighting, they'll ask if you want to break up. It's just a fight. Frey, you have to understand a few things. Everybody is different, nobody is perfect, and not everybody is going to think the same way you do. Obviously I don't. Accept it.
  

Monday, January 16, 2012

On Another Note

     I forgot to mention Kite's "Depression" and him wanting to kill himself. He kept telling Auto, Eric, and I that he wanted to kill himself and that he is very unhappy. The best reason why we could get out of him, was that he was heartbroken, and broke.
     "I can't afford to do this photo shoot I need for my upcoming album. Wahh." (Did I mention he was a "singer"? Kill me.
     Auto and Eric attempted comforting him, but I ignored him. That pissed me off. I'm heartbroken and broke, and I think (personally) I'm going to let my life play out a little longer. If every teenager that was heartbroken and broke killed themselves, the few teenagers we'll have left better work real hard at procreation, or that's going to be the end of the human race!
    
 Fuck you Kite. There are bigger issues in the world.
     
     For the record, he is safe. I spent Saturday morning thinking I killed him, calling him obsessively, checking the Charleston crime blotter. Thankfully, Auto texted me saying Kite was okay.

"Did Kite call you?"

"He texted me. He's okay, sort of. He apparently woke up somewhere downtown."

"Thank god. I thought he was dead. The guilt was kicking in."

"I still feel kinda bad though. :/"

"He's not dead, and he's not in jail."

"but still..."

     At that point, I didn't really care. Like I said in my text, he wasn't dead, and he wasn't in jail. I actually found it kind of funny he woke up somewhere downtown. 
     Sunday, I checked my voice-mail. Turns out Kite called me three time after we left him Friday night, each time leaving me a different melodramatic, drunken message. He apparently drove away, (like I told him not to) got pulled over, (I wonder why he didn't go to jail.) and kept telling me he was going to kill himself. (He kept saying "He just wanted to let me know."
     Good riddance Kite. If you're that weak, go ahead and do it. I don't know you well enough to get that sad about it.  

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Fuck Auto, and Fuck Pantheon

     So get this shit, there is this guy I met last weekend, Kite. Kite is hot as hell, me and Auto both agreed. Well Kite's personality was a little to immature and melodramatic for me, and Auto already called dibs (which by the way he talked about him, I could tell Auto liked Kite a lot more then I did). Well Auto and I both kept up with Kite, and whenever me and Auto would talk, he would ask me if I liked Kite. I would always tell him, 'No, I don't like him like that,'.
     Well one day, Kite texted me confessing he liked me. He asked me how I felt about it, and I said I'm not feeling really into relationships right now. Later that day, I talked to Auto on the phone, he asked me if I talked to Kite that day. I told him Kite said 'hi', and that's it. I didn't want to tell Auto that Kite liked me, because I knew that would upset him, but then Auto said 'He didn't say anything else? He told me he was going to tell you he liked you.' 
     I was starting to feel set up. Was Auto just calling to see if I would tell him. 'So now you're trying to hide shit!' he said in a mocking accusatory voice that you knew held some seriousness. 
     I didn't want to tell Auto I didn't want to hurt him, because then that would bring up his whole speech of 'I can get him if I wanted him, I just don't.' and he'd accuse me of saying I'm more attractive then him. I was stuck, but I just accepted it and let him know I didn't like Kite.
     Which brings me to last night, after the club, and the house party. The house party was whack, so we left early to go park on the top of the parking garage to go party on our own. I was tired as shit, and upset over feeling like Nathan was getting mad at me for trying to find Auto and Eric and getting them safely to Glenn's. (especially when he'd take the phone and cuss out Auto, thinking that would help the situation) and Auto getting mad at me for leaving initially with Nathan. So I sat in the back seat trying to pass out. Unfortunately, I was in the back seat with a very drunk and awake Kite. He would keep waking me up (which pissed me off. Once I pass out, do not wake me up) and he kept trying to cuddle with me, asking me what's wrong, and grabbing my face to go in for a kiss (which I would just turn away from). I could feel Auto looking. I texted him at one point saying 'Sorry, I'm not doing anything. I just want to sleep.'
     It's the end of the night, and we need to leave. Kite continued drinking, so he's trashed and in no way a condition to drive. We almost slept with him in the car till he sobered up, but Auto wanted to leave. (Not to put this blame on Auto, more than anything did I want to be home and not sleeping in the back seat with Kite.) So Auto attempted to sober him up. He forced Kite to walk around the parking garage with him, which was pretty much Auto carrying Kite around the parking garage. Eric and I were still in the car. I doubt Eric could give a fuck, but I could imagine a speech from Auto saying 'I was the only one trying to help Kite and you guys just sat in here!', so I ran up to help him handle Kite.
     When I ran up to try and help, it wasn't long before Auto threw Kite at me and said, "Here! Take him!"
     Auto can be a jackass sometimes, but most of the time I brush it off, like now. I take the stumbling Kite to his car, and Auto stomps up with the keys, jams the key in the front door, and swings open the door. 'Auto is getting tired of Kite,' I thought. I calmly unlocked the back doors, set him in the back seat, and expressed how important it was he didn't go anywhere, he just stayed here and sobered up. (Like I could do anything else. Auto's was my ride.) The I went back to Auto's car, and he went to leave. Out of concern, we ended up going to the other side of the parking garage to see what Kite would do. He just smoked. 
     "We're leaving a drunk person at the top of a parking garage," Auto said like it wasn't his idea, "This is so irresponsible."
     "Do you want to stay a little while?" I asked. I could pass out anywhere at this point.
     "No, I'm not sleeping in my fucking car!" he snapped.
     "We could call Justin," I suggested.
     "What the fucks that gonna do?" He snapped again.
     I'm out of idea's, and I truthfully didn't care at this point. We all stopped drinking and he kept shooting. Every time I made a suggestion, Auto would yell at me. I was tired.  At best Kite will get a D.U.I. and not die in a car accident. We drove off. (And this is why Auto, Eric, and I are going to hell.)
     That's when it happened. On the way home Auto said it. 
     "To be perfectly honest Razzi, it made me kind of mad that you were passing out in the back seat, and then as soon as I go away with Kite to sober him up, your suddenly awake, and can't let someone else be alone with Kite."
     "I told you, I don't like Kite."
     "Truthfully, I don't care, 'cause I know I could have Kite if I want to."
     On the way home I almost fall asleep, but I hear Auto and Eric talking. Auto, thinking I'm asleep, says to Eric, "You know, it's just strange because Kite is one of the first guys I don't have wrapped around my finger. He like that thing in the back seat over me.

Auto, you are insecure. I get jealous, but I refuse to let that be a reason to get mad at someone.

     So I'm mad at Auto. I'm probably going to avoid talking to him for a while. I've also decided I'm going to avoid Pantheon for a while. It truthfully has turned me into a slut, and if I keep going, I'm going to hurt the men that I care about. It was fun while it lasted, but fuck Auto, and fuck Pantheon. 

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

An Explanation.

     Well last night I was obviously a hot mess. That's what happens when I'm left home with Alcohol and no one to entertain me. I get stuck in my own thoughts. I mainly spent the night drinking and talking to Kairi and Maple about my problems out in the cold, smoking cigarette after cigarette. When people stopped answering there phones, I went inside. I remember sitting on the floor in my room staring at myself in the mirror silently for a good fifteen minutes, then I proceeded to sitting on my bed and writing 'Why can't I be happy?' over and over on my wall like an insane person. Luckily, I had the common sense (after three lines) to stop, and go on the computer and type it on my blog, before my parents saw it and either killed me, or sent me to therapy. This was mostly bought on by a drop in my self esteem, unintentionally caused by Auto, and a small Amaretto relapse. (I even messaged him last night. He replied today, but now I'm sober, and I'm not getting into that.)
     I don't know if I mentioned this at all, but I broke up with Razz. He was still ignoring me and I had enough. He didn't even seem to care we broke up either. Lately it seems like he's trying to chase after Auto. (One example of how my usually high self esteem is crumbling. It's not Auto's fault though.) It's actually been a while since we broke up. It's been a good month. I'm talking to this guy named Moscato. He's seemingly cute, nice, and sweet, but he lives in Charleston and being incredibly sketch about me visiting, and when I'm in Charleston and don't visit him, he get's all upset. (It's complicated, hard to explain, and I don't even fully understand what's going on with that. It's too early to go all crazy-girlfriend on him though, so I let it be for now.) So yeah, I've been better. I feel like this Amaretto wound won't heal until I fall in love again. That's depressing.

Drunk as F**k

     So I'm at home alone drunk.
Why can't I be happy?
Why can't I be happy?
Why can't I be happy?
Why can't I be happy?
I want to be happy
I want to be happy
I want to be happy
I want to be happy
I want to be happy
I want to be happy
I want to be happy
Why can't I be happy?
I use to feel pretty
Why don't I feel pretty?
Why can't someone tell me I'm pretty?
Why can't someone tell me I'm special?
Why can't someone make me feel loved?
Why can't someone love me?
Why won't he love me again?
Why did he have to come into my life?
I wouldn't have loved
but I wouldn't feel like this.
Why did he fuck me up so bad?
Why won't this end?
I thought it did.
Why can't someone come save me?
Why can't someone make me feel special?
Why does everyone like Auto instead of me?
Why am I such a slut?
Why am I not attractive?
I thought I was attractive.
Why won't Moscato let me visit him?
I thought he would help me.
I want to be happy.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Happy Christmas!

     So Christmas really snuk up on me fast. It didn't even really feel like Christmas until last night the family had me wrapping everyone's gifts but my own. (I'm the best wrapper in the house, but only boxes. If it's not box shaped. It usually results in the badly wrapped Christmas presents under the tree being mine since I didn't wrap them myself.) But today is Christmas, and I love getting gifts. I got a bunch of gift cards, and usually I don't like gift cards, but I was so happy about the loot this year! I got:

  • A new pair of plaid pajama pants
  • Some small, plain, black v-necks, and tank tops from wal-mart
  • Hemp Lotion from my brother
  • A sculpture of Genesha my brother stole for me
  • A new not-as-lame-but-no-iphone cell phone
  • $100 on an Enmark gas card from my dad
  • $15 Subway gift card
  • $20 Sonic gift card
  • $50 gift certificate to House of Tokyo (I'm going to end up using that too quick)
  • $100 check from my aunt
  • $50 itunes gift card
  • $100 visa gift card
     On top of that Razz might be throwing a Christmas party, so I might go get fucked up (and maybe get a Christmas gift from Razz if you know what I'm saying). Avalon out.

Monday, December 5, 2011

I'm a Mess

     So we are in finals week at school and I could potentially fail Calculus and English. Great. At least this semester is almost over. I've got two exams over with, two to go, and a two-thousand page paper to write that was due last Wednesday. I've never had such bad writers block. School was dank today. I spent my time between the two exams laughing obnoxiously at Tumblr in the library, and folding paper cranes while sitting in my car. I meant to go apply to places after school but I didn't feel like it. I just felt like coming home and doing nothing.
     I had the slightest (and I mean slightest) bit of hope that Razz would spend the afternoon with me, but of course he's in Savannah, and let's face it, what's the chances he would spend time with me if he was even in town? I swear, he's a pain in the ass. All my friends are like 'You complain about him a lot. Why don't you break up with him?' and I have absolutely no answer.
     Maybe I'm one of those people who feel the need to be in a relationship even if it hurts them. That would be unfortunate if that was the case. I also grab on to the tiniest, falsest hope that this will turn into a bountiful beautiful relationship where we appreciate and value each others company and conversations. Where Razz will someday grab me by the waist and say, "You are so beautiful and I wish I could spend all my time with you. It hurts to be away from you!"
     That's a little much, but come on. I would flip out if I even got a 'Hey baby, how you doin?' via text, or maybe even a 'sup'. I even feel like I'm losing my sex appeal with him. I feel like the prospect of sex has been having less and less effect on whether we will be spending time together that night. This is deeply upsetting, because I have the personality of colorful dirt, and to be perfectly honest, sometimes sex is the only leverage I got.
     I texted Razz today. I told myself I wasn't going to. I told myself 'He's such an asshole. He never talks to you and is never willing to make you a priority. Ignore him like he ignores you!'
     But then the wimpier side of me this morning says, 'My back hurts. Razz gives the best massages. Maybe he'll let me over and massage my back.'
     Of course he's in Savannah right now. So here I am, laying on the couch with a hot pack on my back. I keep meaning to talk to him, but usually by the time I go over to his place, I'm just usually so relieved to see him, I decide not to start a fight.
     Well on the dark side, if we do break up, I'm going to take a nice extended dating break. Two months at least. One mistake I made was dating Razz when I was still in the midst of getting over Amaretto. What a mess. I'm a mess.
   

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Ignored

     So I don't know how long me and Razz are going to last. I haven't really spent time with him or talked to him since my last post. (I forced him out of his house to buy me tequila and rum Friday. Immediately afterwards I dropped him off at his place and he scurried back in with barely a kiss goodbye. That doesn't count) I also by chance ran into him at Club Pantheon last night. (I knew he was going to Charleston, but I figured he wouldn't be going to Pantheon.) Yeah, I ran into him in the bathroom, and he gave me a look like "the fuck?". It's like jeez, happy to see you too dick. He quickly introduced me to his friends, we danced for a little, and the we separated. Now, here's the thing that drives me insane. I've gotten to a point where I have to make him promise repeatedly that we will hang out at a said time, but that doesn't even phase him. I told him He told me we would hang out Sunday, and now he can't, because he's tired. He's always tired. I really like him when he's around. If it keeps going like this I'm just gonna have no choice but to break up with him. Like a "Call me when I'm actually a priority of yours" situation.
   
     Oh, and by the way, I got one thing on my Christmas list. I came home the other day to my mom and my brother beating the hell out of my safe with mallets.
     "You didn't want it in one piece did you?" says my mother.
     "Well, kinda."
     I could have done that!

     Oh and can I add that obviously he can handle me going to Tennessee for two weeks. We're edging in on one.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

A Lovely Piece of Bread

     Isn't it freakin beautiful? Let it go on record that this is probably the most beautiful (and probably tastiest) thing that I have created in the kitchen. I don't mean to blow myself up, but I feel like the freakin man. Sprout was making bread, so I decided to make bread with him. I decided if it turned out good, I would give it to Razz, because I know he was feeling terrible last night, and I wanted to show him I can cook. It took me five hours to make this. Had to shape and cut out each freakin leaf. 
     Now I'm about to shove this lovely, warm bread up Razz's ass, because he won't answer any of my text or calls. You know he told me we were gonna go liquor shopping today, but I wasn't really concerned with that. I wasn't even really concerned with hanging out with him. I just wanted to know he felt better, and I wanted to give him the flippin bread I worked five hours on! This was suppose to be a fucking sweet and simple gesture Razz!

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

My Christmas List

     So, I haven't written anything for bitter vitamins in a few days, so I felt guilty. Then I felt guilty because I told myself I can't feel guilty about not writing shit on here, it has to come naturally. Either way, that doesn't change the fact that I need to finish writing 'Cruuz'. Oh well, in the meantime, here's my Christmas list:

  1. A queen sized bed (maybe a tempurpedic? Maybe Razz will sleep over more often if I have this.)
  2. Hemp Body Lotion (from wal-mart. Any scent is okay, they all smell good. Maybe all three? It's not weed lotion, I promise.)
  3. Jake from Hollister (the cologne. there is not a guy named Jake from Hollister.)
  4. Boxer Briefs from Express (or Abercrombie, American Eagle, Hollister, where ever. It's just that as of now, even my fancy underwear is from Wal-mart.)
  5. 'The Hunger Games' and 'Catching Fire' (in hard-back. I have a copy of 'The Hunger Games' that I stole from my high school library, but it's all beat up and has that ugly clear plastic cover on it that they always put on books.)
  6. Some new jeans like Ret's (Ret is my brother, and my mom still buys him shit. A few months ago, my mom bought him some jeans from Hollister. They are fabulous, and if my mom or brother caught me trying to wear them, they flip the fuck out.)
  7. Plain black v-neck tees (like from Wal-mart. I know they are only like ten bucks but I'm broke as a joke right now and I'd much rather spend the little money I do have on booze, fast food, and cigarettes.)
  8. A new tattoo (I'm not sure of what, or where, but I know I want it. I saw some cool jellyfish tattoos on Tumblr.)
  9. A trip to Tennessee (To see my friend Clair!)
  10. Sonic Gift Cards!!!
  11. A new phone (or at least a battery. I don't really give a shit that I still own a flip phone, but the battery life is about eight hours on a good day.)
  12. Some (nice) flip-flops (Since that is about all I wear in the foot department, I feel like I deserve some name-brand flip-flops)
  13. Some new Ray-bans (mine are slightly broke up.)
  14. Photoshop
  15. My room cleaned (Oh good god!)
  16. A tanning membership (since it's cold, and I was too busy working all summer, I lack the pigment I crave.)
  17. Some new bed sheets (If I get my queen sized bed, I'll need them in queen sized.)
  18. To open that god damn safe in my room. (I swear, it's like a box of mystery. Enraged by my not finding the combination,  busted the hinges off the safe. I still couldn't open it.)
  19. A laptop (Fat chance.)
  20. HOUSE OF TOKYO!!!!