Super exciting week

So I had to go to the ER on Sunday night because I was having serious stomach pains. The pained started around one, but only got really bad around eight. The problem was that the pain was shifting to my lower right side and was getting really severe. We thought that I might have appendicitis and the only place that was open at ten was the hospital. We got there and spent forever trying to figure out what was wrong. I got my first IV and CT scan. I was in so much pain until they gave me morphine. We found out that my bowels were infected and awoken lymph-nodes were causing the pain. The real problem was that I had my first day of school on Monday and couldn't go because I didn't get home till 3 an I was on pain medication. I went to school on Tuesday, but the first and second class had the same lecture so I went home early. I had my first full day of school today and since I really like history it was fine.

Wtf boys

My boyfriend's definition of spending time with me is being at my house. He plays games, is on his phone, is sleeping, or were at the movies and the only way I gat to be with him is if I physically am sitting there next to him amusing myself. He hardly ever listens to me and he doesn't seem to appreciate all the things I do for him. I didn't put gas in my car because I forgot so naturally I asked him to drive me. He got annoyed that he had to drive me to my school which is literally 5 minutes away so that I could go to class. He says he kept telling me to get gas but he only told me twice and that wasn't even during our break times so there was nothing I could have done in that moment. As if he's never forgotten anything before, an as if i wouldn't have driven him if he didn't have gas. He locked his keys in his room and I got ready just to drive there to give him his spare and he can't take a few minutes of his precious time to drop me off to school! He doesn't do homework till the last minute he has plenty of opportunities before then to do it but he crams it all and that's why he has no time. I love him, but damn, I'm sorry that I wanted a few minutes of your time.

Are you for real?

I was pissed off last summer when you sent me away to San Diego with about 50 people that I absolutely hated and now your making me go to mexico. Honestly, the people I can avoid, the sun, sand, and water, I can't. I am already making myself a happier person but on the inside, I'm not doing so great. I finally got to a place where I'm feeling good, loosing weight, dieting, happy, making friends, and all around better that I was senior year and you decide to drag me away from the only thing that's making me happy. For what? To keep me cooped up in a hotel room for a week because I'm afraid of water, hate sand, and get serious rashes not to mention serious burning from the sun. I mean honestly, what compelled you to want to drag me to a place that is not only all those things, but JUST all those things. I honestly feel like I"m alone here. Do you not see how I'm going to suffer. I see how you really care, you're just ignorant at times. Try looking at things through my eyes. I'm no a happy person in a happy place, I'm miserable  and to take me somewhere for a week where I'll hate even more than San Diego, is cruel. It's not that I don't love you or think that you don't love me, it's just that sometimes I think you'd rather throw me under the bus to make you three happy then do one thing to make me happy.

26 going on 4

Who gave you the fucking right to be acting like a four year old? Your 26, your the eldest of the three boys, and you live at home. Mind you this is under your mothers roof and since you don't help her out in any way even though she's loosing  her house, you have to live under her rules. She wanted to get rid of the dog, and we were tired of seeing it being neglected and shoved in the garage for 12 hours a day. We were trying to help her for the better of her health because you didn't have the time to take care of her. You can't be mad at us for doing what your mom asked, and frankly doing the right thing. So what do you do to get over loosing your dog? You don't talk to anyone that's for sure. No. Here's what you do. You disappear for a few days, then lock yourself in your room and change your mother's WiFi password. The worst part is you start taking out your rage on another poor innocent animal. You take my bf's cat and you pour water on her, push her, throw away all her food, shove her food bowl in the kitty litter, throw away all her extra liter, her litter box, her brand new scratching post, and anything else you can find and then you decide that since your huge pitbull that was living in the garage all day had to be sent back to the pound because of neglect that your brother's cat who is well taken care of and well loved and even easier to take care of because cats don't need walks or as much attention as dogs, should now also be taken, not to the pound, but so that you can drop her off on the street somewhere far away. What the hell is wrong with you. How could you possibly think that it's o.k. to take out your anger on animals? I mean really are you four years old? You need to grow the fuck up honestly because your sick. That cat did nothing to you and you have no right to take the anger that you have because of something that your mom and your brother did out on an innocent animal. Also, just to let you know, if I decide to call the cops, as of 1988 in California you can receive up to a 3 year sentence or a $20,000 fine for animal cruelty.

Amber Alert

They made a film about the amber alert and this event that happened because of it. These teen kids followed this car that was listed on the amber alert signs and ended up not receiving help all day no matter how many times they called the cops. So they follow him to his house and go in and find the girl in a cage and take her out and their almost out of the house when the teen girl is shot in the back of the head. The teen boy then shoots the guy and the guy shoots him. All three die but the little girl is found and returned to her family the next morning. Then I watched this movie on 9/11 and I realized that I watch all these things and cry my eyes out because that's all I want to do in life. I want to help all these people who don't get the help they need. I want to go into the Criminal Justice Career and take it seriously. I want to  help people who can't help themselves. People don't take their career seriously enough to take the calls and warning signs that they are getting as a serious threat because they think they are better than that. I think watching the plane crash into that building caused more emotion for me than I have ever felt in my entire life.

...and I was like, why are you so obsessed with me?

I mean really, you texted and called me for a year after we broke up trying to get back together. It got so bad that I blocked your number. Then, you started harassing me on Facebook, sending me messages and posting on my wall so finally I had to block you. Now all those guys that you used to be friends with talk to me at school all the time about  how much of a douche you are and how they found god and all that. Honestly, I'm tired of hearing about you. I don't give a shit if your a satanist, and I don't care if you still live with your parents. I hate that they feel the need to walk up to me when I haven't talked to them for over a year and remind me of what a shit head you were and still are. What the hell is going through their minds. I broke up with him why the fuck would I know how he's doing or whats going on in his life, and why would I even want to know. He was manipulative and almost abusive. I don't care. Stop bringing it up Shitheads. Love Audi.

I've been thinking too much

So since I only have classes on mondays and wednesdays really, I should be writing more often, but I've been thinking a lot lately. I know that I want to go into forensics, and I know that I want to move out into a small apartment. One of the ones where you walk into the kitchen and the living room, and then theres a small hallway and on one side is the bedroom and the other is the bathroom and thats it. I want to live in an apartment even after I get married, until I have kids and getting a house is an absolute must. I like small spaces. Big spaces really freak me out. I don't really make friends in class because I feel like they would be a distraction and I'm trying my best to give my classes everything I have so that I can finish school and get my amazing dream job. I feel like all success means to me is to be happy with myself, and where my life is going. I want to move in with my boyfriend and be happy and together and honestly not be so scared all the time. I've had a really amazing school year and I feel like this new year has really proved itself to be better than any years before and when I move out it'll only get better.