Why I Eat Children

I was so outrageously irritated earlier this week with some of the kids that live in my apartments. They are so loud screeching and whatever impossibly earsplitting sounds that my poor dogs can probably only hear. Running and hitting the walls, and slamming the rod iron grate. I think this all happened when those creepy bleach blonde boys that look like the children from the corn moved in across the way, because the little girls that played outside at first were ok. At least they weren’t always by my window. But nonetheless I woke up wanting to eat all their children that day!!! Bahhhh
I swear it seems that the minute I want to take a nap after a long day of school and still have much more work to do later on and want to try to catch up some sleep that I missed out on last night, the kids have to be playing outside. Every. Single. Time. It doesn’t fail.
I’ve even tried to take naps at different times of the day. I’d take one earlier on in the day, because they usually go out around three (the time of the day I feel the most tired of course). Did it work? Honestly… sort of, but not enough so that I could keep up with that sort of schedule because one, I’m usually not as tired before three, and two, they either come out right in the middle of my nap or ruin the end of it. Then I tried sleeping in a different room. I tried napping in the living room but even then the noise was still loud enough through the pillow I was trying to suffocate my hearing with. Not to mention my sliding glass doors let in too much light. And besides I should be able to sleep in my own bed. I even tried taking a nap on a rainy day when I figured the parents wouldn’t let their kids out to play. But noooooo the second I lay my head down the craziness began. Seriously! Who lets their kids out on a cold ass rainy day!?
So… I finally remember to buy some damn ear plugs at the store when I went. And come nap time, I was so excited! I put ‘em in and it was amazingly quiet. When I got up from my nap, my friend asked me if I had slept ok and I said yeah it really helped with the noise. And I asked her if the kids played outside while I slept. No she told me. Of course. Go fucking figure. Bahh

Fork Nazi

I have to say this is the first time I was eager to blog about something that happened the very same day haha. So anyways, getting to the point… For whatever reason all my classes fall on Tuesdays and Thursdays. This hardly leaves me time to do anything. I get up go to class, I have just enough time to make it back to my apartment to have a 30 minute time space to grub on lunch. And then I have to leave again to get to my next class at Pima and after that the space between that class and the next is a futile attempt to make it home.
If there is one thing I hate, its to be hungry. I hate the dragging effect it has on my body and my poor brain stats to flat line. That’s just no fun for me. I had a lot of stuff to do today before my Pima Spanish class; pick up my workbook from my last semester’s professor and work on some of my homework. All in all, I didn’t have time to make the trip home to eat and get my stuff done. I made a baked potato to take with me for lunch today, and with as absentminded as I can be sometimes, I’m just glad I remembered the potato. But I forgot a fork. Oh that precious silver dinning wear.
I figured it would be no big deal if I borrowed a plastic fork from Pima’s cafeteria. I walked over to the café and asked the lady at the register if there were any forks. She asked me if I had ordered food. Instantly, I knew she was going to be shitty if I said no, so of course I said yes and grabbed a fork and knife… oh and some pepper packets. I heat up my food in the microwave and sit down to enjoy it. Until the damn lunch lady comes over to my table to grab the napkin dispenser and in a low trying to be threatening voice says, “You’re going to have to pay for that fork next time… and the condiments.”
I can honestly say I was in disbelief and wanted to laugh in her face, but I tried being nice. And with a smile because I couldn’t hold that much back, told her “oh I’m sorry I forgot my fork.” And she walks away with the napkins because apparently those aren’t free either. I have to admit I was pretty irritated. And as much as I wanted to lick my fork and knife clean and kindly give it back to her, I assume for washing and reusing. I can proudly say I didn’t because I got in trouble the last time I decided to be a shit head and I know it’s not my fault she obviously hates her life. What a crazy plastic fork lunch lady Nazi.

el charro no gusta me

Well I couldn’t stand for that so I threw my drink in her face which would have appeased my anger until her friend decided to throw her drink on me. So I think I grabbed another glass to throw the another drink at her but.. the glass kinda went with it.
I didn’t see the end result because I was immediately pulled out with excessive force by some jerk bouncer that was twice my size.
Then the staff started being rude to Amanda even though she didn’t do anything. They snatched her drink out of her hand and pushed her out the door.
Well I ended up under citizen’s arrest by the stupid rent-a-cops because the real cops were being called since the other chick’s lip got split really bad.
What the main thing is, is that the whole thing was completely unprofessionally handled. He was making assumptions that I was going to be charged with assault and that I would probably end up with a misdemeanor. But I wouldn’t believe that shit, she put her hands on me first and if anything it should be self defense. So outside I sat freezing my ass off accumulating bruises on my wrists and getting harassed by security until the legit cops finally showed up.
They were so jaded about the situation. This was definitely not the first time they’ve had to deal with this stuff. I had to tell my story again to the cops and after he talked to the other officers he asked me if he could uncuff me. Of course he could I was being compliant the entire time despite how I was being treated. He talked to the other officers again and ended up asking me if I wanted to press charges against the other chick. Ha. Told ‘em so. But I didn’t want any trouble and pressing charges seemed like a hassle. I didn’t get hurt and the chick had something pretty from me to see in the mirror every morning. So after telling him no and everything was settled we left.
I have to say I’ve never felt so discriminated against in my life. It’s just a shame that they automatically thought I was a white girl just because of my light skin. But I think the chick taking the dancing stint personally and my shitty treatment had a lot to do with it. The other girl didn’t even get put in cuffs! Ugh whatever. And then again it might have been the same or it might have been worse if I did look more Hispanic. But what’s done is done I refuse to set foot into another shit ass el charro.

No me gusta el charro

I was really excited to try a new place. The El Charro that has a club after ten is just down the street from my apartment on Broadway. It started out as any other night, me and Amanda listening to music having a couple of drinks at the house while we got ready. Once we were all decked out we were off.
We get to the club get inside and get some drinks while we wait for more people to arrive since the crowd hadn’t built up yet. It was pretty cool I like the set up, with the huge t.v. screens playing music videos and the d.j. playing a good reggaeton mix. Finally once my friend had enough alcohol in her that she could dance I dragged her onto the dance floor.
I thought the night was going well, but Amanda said there were quite a few people giving nasty looks which I never saw, but I don’t really care for what anyone else is doing on the dance floor and I just enjoy the music and dance. But to joke around with her I told her “Nah, it’s just a Mexican thing we’re good at giving mean looks.” So she never really mentioned it again, wish I would have paid more attention though.
At one point when I went with Amanda to get another drink we stood off to the side so she could have her drink without spilling it. But some tall cute buff guy came by and said it was a shame I didn’t have one and offered to buy me one. That was just peachy with me so we followed him and his friend to el Charro’s “vip room” which completely unimpressive the music sucked and the area was small as hell.
Well we danced with the guys for a bit, but apparently he couldn’t handle my man handling. So he went his separate way which I couldn’t care less for his lameness.
Me and Amanda went to find someplace else to dance which wasn’t very far with the stupidly small room. She accidentally spilt some of her drink on me and it wasn’t even that much, so I grabbed some napkins off the small tables they had back there and tried to mop it before it dried. And then some chica started giving me nasty looks and laughing! I was like what the fuck? I didn’t do shit! So I decided to be a shit head and go dance in front of her. Well apparently she can’t take a joke because she pushed me. And I am so thankful till today that I didn’t wear heels cause if I biffed it like I nearly did and fucked up the five grand in my mouth she would have had to find out how much dentures were.....
to be continued in the next post...

bad timing

So not too long ago my friend and roommate Amanda was talking to her friend that still lives out in Massachusetts. He was asking her about some good pranks. Afterwards she was all excited about all the ones she had forgotten.
I had only been back in Tucson a couple of days. For breaks I usually go hang out with my family in Phoenix. For some reason I was bombarded with bad dreams after not even the first week of school. It was some pretty upsetting dreams. I was holding a mirror in one of them and my reflection was all strange and distorted. Then somehow we ended up at some strange jewelry party at a store almost like some promotion thing. We were in long white dresses and pears, the owners were really creepy guys. Another dream I had was with my little brother Jonathan and I was trying to keep some guy from trying to kidnap him it was awful especially because he said he was going to come back for me after he got out of jail which for whatever reason wasn’t going to be that long.
I woke up with an awful feeling. I lay awake in bed for the longest time trying to shake the uneasy feeling I had. But of course it wouldn’t go away. I had to use the restroom anyways so I figured just getting up and walking around would help. I walk out my room to my bathroom but the door was closed which is always open, but I was still half asleep so I didn’t think much of it.
I grab the handle to open it and my fingers mush through something to get to the un-giving metal of the handle. I felt my eyebrows furrow. I take my hand back and peer through the blurry sleep still in my eyes at my palm. Just one word. “Why?” Vaseline; spectacular. I wish my roommate would have actually seen her work because thinking back on it even I know it was priceless. I went into the kitchen and couldn’t find the paper towels and almost thought she went through the trouble of hiding those too. But I remembered we were cleaning earlier that day and found them in the kitchen. I wiped my hand and the handle. And used the potty, to have something weigh down the sheets and make it unroll. I was seriously freaked out thinking it was a bug, but it turned out to be a harmless plastic frog. Haha, her trade mark.
I went back to bed, my dreams forgotten.
The next day I told her about it over my salt soaked coffee.

vwelcome

Hello everyone and welcome to my blog. I’ve never done anything like this before and it’s a little new to me so forgive me if I violate some kind of blogging etiquette. Haha My blog is supposed to be about dreams, but I warn you now that I’m sure it will be often that I veer from the subject. If only because I don’t wish to disclose every dream I have and of course I’m sure I won’t have them as consistently to blog about every time.
Which brings me to content I feel that I’m going out on quite a limb to disclose my dreams they’re very personal and I expect nothing but respect because to me they are personal. Another warning is I tend to have bad dreams, it been somewhat of a plague all my life but rest assure if many of the ones I write about aren’t rainbows and skipping through fields of wild flowers. And besides I decided long ago to utilize them and I’ve gotten quite a few good story plots form it.
All in all I welcome you to make yourself at home in the soft, pink (..I’m going to say because honestly I don’t really know what the anatomically correct color of a brain is) folding tissues of my brain. And have fun hanging out on of inner connections of my firing synapses. =)