Hello, Ello. It's time for another sap-story rant about my life from your's truly.
So, this week has been absolutely insane. Some things were good, other things were not so good. I guess I should start with Sunday night. I had just gotten back from a very bizarre party that I was invited to. When I was invited to this party a week beforehand the host, Ryan, asked me if I could get him so "party favors," and by that he meant weed. So, naturally, I said yes. Sunday morning I woke at 5 to start my 6am-2pm shift. I was exhausted but still determined to go to this party. After running around trying to find weed and a bowl, I had boxed in my grandma's car that she let me borrow right before I went to the party. I hadn't smoked in over a week and this was my first gram I had bought since April, so I decided to treat myself to a pregame. I was so over-the-top stoned and honestly shouldn't have even driven to the party, but I thought I deserved a little fun after getting 35 hours my first week on the job.
As soon as I pull up to the house, I turn around and see Ryan's dad standing in the driveway. I immediately filled the car with perfume and hopped out. The first thing that Ryan's dad had said to me was "I like Christa because I know she'll give me a hug when I see her." Oh god, I thought. I tried to give him a side hug but epically failed and was stuck in an embarrassing embrace of a pretty strict-- or so I thought-- parent.
I go inside and see large Jenga blocks set up next to a bunch of random food from Jungle Jims. I was pretty freaked out about Ryan's parents being there because I thought this party was going to be parent-free. The set up of the game was simple, it's just like normal Jenga except on the block that you pull from the tower of blocks, there was a number written on it. The number then corresponded to a list of food that we were supposed to eat. There were bugs, a coconut (that we split open with an ax), exotic candy, spicy sauces, and most importantly alcohol. I thought to myself "What kind of party is this?" I was so confused because everybody was drinking in front of his parents and cursing. My mom would have killed me. I went along with it though and only got to drink a mixed drink because I had to drive home.
As soon as his parents went to bed, we all dipped outside to smoke. Ryan had bought these comical-sized cigars and I had the weed. No one knew how to smoke and everyone was already so much drunker than I was, but it was very entertaining to witness. I had to help them smoke out of my bowl, but they were clueless. I urged them to take better, deeper hits, but they all seemed extremely crossed. I wasn't sure if it was because Ryan's parents had gone to bed and they let loose or if they were really that fucked up. However, I had a lot of fun and was happy to get some people high.
I got home around 12:30 and smoked a bowl before I had to go to bed to wake up at 6 for my 7am-2pm shift. Around 2 in the morning I heard my grandma in the bathroom violently throwing up and crying out in pain. I woke my brother up and we took her to the hospital. Long story short, she had a minor heart attack and stayed in the hospital for three days. She is home now and is doing quite well.
My aunt and uncle were planning on visiting us from Florida on Thursday but had to come earlier when they found out that my grandma was in the hospital. My aunt is one of those people who always have to be right and loves shoving in your face, while my uncle is a very strange and quiet man. This morning he came into my bedroom and said, "The monsters that eat everything never leave any notes." and left. Now if that's not your definition of strange, then I don't know what is. Anyway, I have learned that the best solution to a judgmental family is to just keep to myself. I do this so I don't have to hear them constantly criticize everything I do. I would rather they just do it silently in their heads like I do.
Besides dealing with my aunt and uncle, I recently learned that my little brother told the other side of my family that I smoke pot and had it in their houses when I went to visit during Christmas break. They are absolutely pissed at me and are waiting to have an intervention on what an awful person I am and how I'm throwing away my future. Blah blah blah. I'm so mad at my brother for telling them because he had no reason to. He had only just found out in April when he looked through my phone. So, I've been dealing with the guilt I have for upsetting my family. Ugh I just wish they would ease up on me, but they are expecting way too much out of me and it isn't fair. College is fucking hard, I hate it. They now worship my little brother, and he loves throwing that in my face. He is always telling me how funny he thinks it is that I am always getting the short end of the stick. But, I'm just going to keep my mouth shut and wait until I can go back to college so I don't have to deal with this.
In other news, I bought my very first car and he's BEAUTIFUL. I'm so in love with it. I never thought I would ever own anything as nice as my car, so like I said, there have been some really good things to happen and some really not-so-good things happen. It seems that life always likes to shit on me as soon as something good happens.