Twenty - One

Though many of you may be waiting for Halloween in the upcoming weeks, Halloween started and ended quite early to me. It was at most disgustingly ridiculous and at least..interesting.

Thursday:
I headed home to spend time with my girls. I picked up Veronica, Krystal, and Sam. We did the typical girl talk. We ended up watching Snoop Dogg's Hood of Horrors. It was the greatest film ever. Though we were suppose to bake a cake, my mother baked a cake instead. So, the night was fairly simple...but I missed those girls so much. No matter where you go or who you meet, no one replaces your girls back home.

Friday:
Michael and I did not get together until 8pm. It was rainy and foul that day. For some reason when we were outside the pizza restaurant in the rain smoking cigarettes, I felt at incredible ease. I knew and still know that Michael is where I want to be. The fact that we fight and sometimes we don't see eye to eye is irrelevant. That makes us human and that makes us natural. I doubt, due to human circumstances that we will be together forever, but there is this feeling of destiny. Though that might sound ridiculous to some people. From the moment we saw each other walking around campus or in the dining hall, we felt this pull towards each other. It may sound ridiculous, but it is true. Since November of 2006 Michael captured my eye and he kept it to this day.

We decided up getting Pizza for dinner from the little place off George Street. We had this lovely pizza with mushrooms, eggplant, peppers, olives, broccoli and every other vegetable you ever wanted. It was a stunning pizza. Michael and I talked for awhile. We caught up, talked, smiled, and held hands. We really are a disgusting couple. But we tend to only be disgusting when we are alone, as to not to make anyone ill. When we left, the rain had let up a bit...and we headed home.

That night I went out with Jana. Though over all it was a bust because the rain raped us for ways to Friday. We ended up partying hopping, leaving me covered in mud and with ruined Pikachu ears. Do not fret though, it was all fixed for the next day. It was nice spending time with Jana though. I also met her roommate Adrian, she was very nice. It was an interesting night, but nights with Jana are never boring.

Saturday:Michael and I did not roll out of bed until 2 in the afternoon. We were awfully lazy, but we both slept strangely well. Michael is a bed hog and I am a sheet hog, we in such small beds we run into trouble. We showered and got dressed and decided to chill at home until the boys arrived. I continued to read Fathers and Sons while we watched bad horror films on SciFi. Michael's friends Dane and Jordon came around about 8ish. We talked for a little bit, and prepared for the night to come. After we got ready, by we I mean myself because Dane and Jordon were too cool for Halloween Costumes and Mike's was simple, we headed off.

It is approximately 45 minute drive to Bloomfield, New Jersey from New Brunswick, New Jersey if you do not run into any trouble. In Bloomfield it is quite easy to run into trouble. The roads are awful, small, they twist and turn, and there are cops everywhere. Driving in Bloomfield is simply one of the worst experiences you will ever have driving. But before 11 we arrived at Noah and Jess's house, where the Halloween Party was in full swing. The first part of the party was very typical, I spent it dancing, talking with Michael, and catching up with people I hadn't seen. It started when a drunken Trevor decided to climb upon a table and knock it over on top of me. Covering my leggings in beer and cigarette water. He got all fucked up later. I felt like it was kind of revenge for that time he pretended there were peanuts in what I was eatting. Things slowly began to go from a happy fun party to just plain bad while Andrew and I were catching up.

While Andrew and I were talking the first fight of the night broke out, between Noah and Jess. Now, let me attempt to explain the situation. Jess is Noah's girlfriend. Sonya is Noah's bride to be(They are getting married this Wednesday in fact) and well....as I stated Jess is his girlfriend. Sonya needs a green card, Sonya has a really nice car and money. Sonya is paying Noah $30,000 for this transaction. It is easy to assume that Jess is very...very upset. Jess and Noah are freaking out. Jess is talking to Sonya. Noah is freaking out because Jess it talking to Sonya. Noah in fact grabs me, tell me I am a nice girl, to tell Jess he hates her, that fuck her because she broke his car and phone, and that he loves Sonya now.

While this was going on Andrew and I were like, too much drama, need air. So we went outside to have a cigarette and chitter chatter. Though no one had been outside all night, upon our arrival onto the porch, everyone and their mother came out. Including the orange-shirted Asian that makes both Andrew and I feel uncomfortable. Overall he just gives off a creepy vibe. He also kept going "Ay bebe" and just asking me weird questions. Now maybe he is a nice guy, I am not saying he is anything else...he just makes me feel uncomfortable. Well, he sits down right next to me and starts yapping about the strangest things. Including asking/kind of insulting Andrew, by asking him what he was about several times in a really change way. When on to talk that no one understand his problems. And how he thinks we're cool, he just doesn't think we're keeping it real. Yeah....

Michael came out and informed Andrew and I that Nick wanted to talk to us. After Andrew changed we began to walk up stairs, that was when the dreaded word was heard...cops. Andrew and I ran into the closet almost immediately. This time though, the police did not come into the house. So we were soon let out of the closet. We actually scared the living day lights out of Jess, since she opened the closet and we were like, chilling, under cloth.

We went down stairs and chilled on the sofa. Before Andrew and I knew it we were involved in a very intense dispute. Krystal is erasing the chalk board talking about how she was upset because someone insulted Nick. This person apparently said that Nick was a fag and that he'd love to bath in his blood. That she didn't know who he was nor did Nick, and all Nick remember was he was black. And, lets be honest....the house was pretty much filled with white suburban children. So, this person would stand out.

This man who was apparently Arabian but no one really knew who he was started freaking out. He called Krystal a racist. Being one of the few and possibly only completely sober person at the party, I defended her. I knew exactly what she said, and he was misconstruing it. He in turn called me a Racist, while Andrew and I gave each other the ? look, he completely freaked out on me. Calling me "Pimply longstockings" and informed me that Hitler's best friend was Jewish until he killed him. While he was distracted from attacking me and things became heated, Andrew and I ran and hid into the bathroom.

While I did not witness any of the following events....this is how it went down: Angry Arabian or Black man says he was the man that wanted to bath in Nick's blood. Krystal flips the fuck out. They get into a fight, where she broke his skin with her high heel, got her weave ripped out, and had to be held back from breaking a bottle over his head. Though this incident gave me the second quote of the night, "What, I'm a bitch now? I thought I looked like a man. Hit me if I look like a man. Hit me!" At this point they were trying to get this crazy man out of the house, because they realize he was causing trouble with everyone, calling Nick a fag, and insulting people, and causing fights with them. While they were escorting him out he punched Jess in the face, Noah then decked him three times in the face down the stairs and kicked him out.

From this point on there are no pictures. We were too busy hiding.

Returning back to what I witnessed, and what happened during my time in the Closet:When Andrew and I emerge from our bathroom dwelling, the fight had cleared out. But the fight was so loud, that we knew the police would make an appearance at any time. Andrew and I both wanted to bounce, but before we could even think we had to run up stairs, because the police made their second entrance of the night. Andrew and I ran into the closet. We hid in their silent as mice and covering ourselves with clothes in order to hide from the policemen. We were briefly interrupted by Michael who had to open his mouth, inform us that we wouldn't get caught And then told Andrew to stay in the closet because he was drinking. But I couldn't leave a boy in a closet by himself. So we stuck together. It was a good thing that we did for the events that unfolded would have not worked in our favor if we left our safe haven.

All I heard was Michael getting into a fight with a cop, Michael saying that he did not get out of control, while Dane was saying that Michael to be held back. What truly happened, I will never know. The Police came into the house, were apparently very rude to everyone, demanded to see ID(Which would have been unfortunate because both Andrew and I are underage), and searched the house. Andrew and I were awfully frightened in our little closet, especially when we heard the police come in the room and rummage around. But we stayed quiet and didn't leave until Michael came back up to get us. When we returned purses were torn a part. One girl in particular found her purse contents all over, and her weed gone.

Over all the night was fun but a complete mess. Too many fights, too many cops, too many creeps, and not enough dancing. But I did enjoy myself.

This week had been pretty bland. I have just been doing a lot of work. I stayed up all night working on a paper, and went to class today to find out the teacher was not there and papers were not being collected. Tonight I will be cleaning my apartment, dying my hair, and getting ready for the week a head. Hopefully this weekend will be simple. I've had too much adventure lately.

~The End~

NO NUMBER NO NUMBER

This boy and I are in trouble. More trouble...if you asked me 48 hours ago, when I was in his arms talking about how much we cared for one another, I could have imagined. I love him more than anyone I ever loved. I call him my sunshine for a reason. Yet yesterday a hurricane equivalent to Katrina whipped into my life, leaving my life much like New Orleans.

Yesterday around 6:00 pm Michael called me back. I teased him like I normally do, this is not out of the ordinary for us. This time wasn't his normal laid back, "Oh Tricia...are you serious?" which he always gives me. It turned into an explosion that could not be walked away from.

Apparently Michael's entire family is against me, saying I am: no good, have lots of baggage, and I do not treat him correctly. Anyone who reads my blog knows how I adore Michael, and what high regards I hold him in. How I am basically just weird...how I play with toys, my bulimia, and my foul language. I guess they forget the time I cleaned their house, because their son was passed out drunk. I guess they forget that every weekend I drive their son around so he can get drunk. I guess they forget I calm Michael down on a regular basis and talk sense into him when he gets a bit too out of control. I guess they don't realize that I give him anything I have to give. I also guess they forgot to be nice to him, since on regular basis the people who are saying I treat him badly, call Michael a: failure, bitch, cunt, and other lovely things. These people who judge me, call each other awful curse words with such feeling and on such a regular basis it is repulsive. They are all so disgustingly self-centered and in apparent denial of their own treatment of each other, including Michael. All I ever hear is ME-ME-ME, what about ME. I tease Michael and I ask him to do things for me....what does that make me...a typical girlfriend?

Overall, these people need to look over their own problems before passing judgment on mine, since out of the lot of us(his family & I), I am the only one trying to make Michael happy, from what I've seen. I am not taking him for granted..just taking him as he is. Yet apparently.....because I am not disgustingly fake and pretend to be something I am not....they chastise me. I tease Michael and I do ask me to get things for me in his house...or to get my things when I don't want to lose my train of thought. Oh, I curse too. BTW, my curses are never directed towards people...maybe if you weren't so busy calling each other Dyke and bitch...you'd realize that. Hypocrite isn't a pretty color on anyone. If they, for some reason happen to read this, and get offended...I do apologize. But these are the observations of an outsider. And...isn't that what you did to me? Observed me from a distance and passed judgment...all I am doing is returning the favor.

I have the tendency to block out fights. Because they depress me to much to reflect on. But the gist of the entire experience is...I am an awful, bossy, foul mouthed, too-weird, too-eccentric girlfriend. Forget all the good things....since only appearances matter. If they appearance isn't pretty....what does it matter that the inside is good? That is what this entire situation taught me.

The worst part of this whole thing was Michael didn't believe me. Some how vomit or diarrheas ended up in the toilet, when I was at his home. I honestly have no idea how it got there. I, personally am a compulsive flusher and if I did throw up, I can promise you not a trace of it would have be left. Yet, Michael did not believe me when I said it wasn't me. What hurts about this, is I am always completely honest about my bulimia. If I throw up, I tell Michael. I have been trying to use him as a rock to kick my bad habit. I tell him everything. I tell him when I throw up....I have always been honest about when I threw up....why would I lie this time? I wouldn't, if I had vomited I would have been like..Yeah..I vomited. Sorry, I thought it flushed. I am not ashamed of my bulimia...I just don't like taking the wrap for something I didn't do. I ended up sobbing hysterically before Michael believed me. It's like..how can we have a relationship..without trust? I love Michael too much to lie to him...it was just totally disgusting. I am not saying anyone did that..I don't know who. Fuck it could have been matter that was blocking the drain for who-knows-how long. I don't get why it mattered so much. But it became an issue, and a catalyst to our huge fight.

Our fight went round and round for about two hours. Until we were both too exhausted to think straight. So..at the end of this..what was I? A liar, abusive, awful girlfriend.

Could this be from the man who told me this weekend, I brought happiness to his life? The same man who said I made his life fun?

Weird no? How views could change so quickly over night?

Well..thats what happened. I don't know what to do..because...I love Michael with my entire heart. He is my sunshine my dinosaur even...and him not being in my life is such a painful thought. But him being in my life is just as painful. Because he whether through the words of his family or on his own insulted my entire characters and way of doing things. It hurts so much, I have become numb at this point. Why could he have not waited until the 24th? When I had time to be heart broken? How can I move past this? How will I ever be able to trust him with my heart again?

BTW he admits he was in the wrong.

This Would be 19

New entries arriving soon. Sorry Popettes, October is awful for Rutgers.

Eighteen

Summary of the Cherry Hill Weekend

The details may be rusty. But, I am O.K. with that.

Though I am entitled this Cherry Hill, the weekend started out in Ole Bricke Town. Mother bought me some charming new outfits from the new Target line. Bash Target if you will, I am a sucker for puffy sleeves and sweater vests. My becoming temporarily ill from Chinese food lead to a huge argument between Mother and I. Since apparently, I cannot figure out for myself if I am too sick to go out. If I didn't feel better by 7:30, I was planning to not go out anyway. It ended up becoming the principle of the matter.
I picked up Matthew around 7:30pm and we headed to Ice Cream on the 9. If I had one really ugly child, I wouldn't have anymore children. Ice Cream on the 9 has the best ice cream and the ugliest children. My Pol American Cap teacher calls me Robo-Trish because I seemly have no feeling. But you know what, if the ugly and stupid were sterilized, the world would have been a better place. The reason we live in a mutha fuckin' republic is because the majority is too stupid to make good decisions by themselves. They only have the knowledge to haphazardly vote for people who are smart enough to make decisions for them. Call me heartless, because I am.

Anywho, Matthew and I went to Ice Cream on the 9 and we ate ice cream obviously. I regaled Matthew on my apartment troubles and in all honesty, we basically talked shit. Since, we are basically better than everyone else. We then went to Best Buy and Target....on our way back from Best Buy we frightened hooligans who were sitting on the roofs of cars. Blasting L.A. punk can scare the shit out of anyone. Since both of us had school work to do, we peaced.

Friday morning was spent diligently working on my Jewry report. Then I headed over to Michaels. We went to Philadelphia just to walk and eat ice cream and get big earrings. Since that is what Michael and I do in Philadelphia. Michael got me the largest piece of Pizza I had ever seen in my life, and possibly the loveliest thing I ever saw in my life. Michael got a falafel and we sat in the falafel place and had dinner. For some reason this image of eating pizza and falafel together is very pleasant in my mind. After we walked to Franklin's Fountain and I enjoyed a chocolate cone. After our adventures in Philadelphia we went home and I did homework.

Michael is an awesome boyfriend. The weekend of the 9th to the 11th I was suffering from a severe until bacteria in my vagina. It created an orange goo to form on the inside of my vagina. It really sucked and felt mad disgusting and uncomfortable. Michael was sweet enough to Medicate my vagina. Of course he should have because it was his dirty dick that got my vagina all fucked up to begin with. But, I would like to take this space in my blog to say, thank you Michael...for fixing my vagina.

The next day was spent reading reading reading for my classes as usual. We ate dinner with Michael's friend Samir. I had half a cheese burger, it was delicious. I had no had a real cheese burger in forever, and I found it quit enjoyable.
After that we went to Dane's house. Dane was having himself a little Beerfest to go with the movie that was rented. I've watched these boys consume a lot of alcohol in my time. Yet this was one of their brightest moments of beer and whiskey consumption. All in all it was a boring night minus minor antics from my favorites drunks. I watched two hours of Dinosaur Jr. concerts during this time, I have never been so close to committing suicide. Now I am not saying about Dinosaur Jr. I just hate watching concert footage.

Sunday was lazy, like most of our Sundays. We watched the series final of Rock of Love. I did a lot of ready and we went for walks. Over all it was a very nice weekend, simple..but enjoyable none the less. I didn't get fucked...since I am sure some of you were wondering this. Especially due to my goozy vagina. But no, I did not get fucked up.