Okay, so I'm not going on disability.

My doctor advised against it, and in the end I agreed with him. He said that with my b12 being out of whack, this is the last obstacle I need to overcome before I can do something like school or work.

Mom said that she and Grandma would front for my college education if I wanted to get one after I'm all better. I'd pay them back, of course. Pi thinks that I shouldn't take them up on it because he thinks that they're unreliable. I might try to trust them with this because I'd really rather go to college instead of working at some shit job. I've been asking around for good jobs, but I haven't come up with anything yet. I think that what will probably happen is that there won't be any classes until next year, so I can go get a job while I'm waiting to go in.. and then I probably can pay for most, if not all, of my college fees.

On Thursday night Pi and I went to this Ridván thing. I talked to this girl with a guitar for a while about how I'm not religious and she is. I never got to finish my conversation with her. It was a potluck dinner thing, so we ate. After dinner I was starting to develop a headache from all of the little kids coming to the table, and Pi was pretty much falling asleep, so we left. Nika was there, but all we really said to each other was stuff about the textbooks and a little about how her wedding has no reception yet. I might just take the money back and get Rockboy to get an Amazon account so that he can get them for me.

On Friday Neko came over. We went for a walk and ended up at the park. There were people drumming and playing with fire, so we stopped to watch for a while. Rookie showed up, but I never saw him face to face. We left, and headed for the river. We met Austin down there. I haven't seen the kid in years, so it was sort of nice to catch up. The last time he saw me, I'd been a depresssing, whiny bitch; at least this time I gave a much better impression. He was on shrooms at the time, so I don't know if he'll remember seeing me or not. We talked about Wicca, about homosexuality, et cetera.. we just had this really good conversation. I got his email address for later.

Neko and I headed back to the bandshell. The fire guys had stopped by then. We sat around on the stage, just hanging out with the drummers and the kids on E, and it was nice. I met John, this guy from Montreal/Quebec; I met Sky, and a bunch of kids who were drunk or stoned. Everything was fine until this kid came out of the field with a small passed-out boy in his arms. He ditched the kid on the stage, saying, "Take care of this kid", then left back in to the field. A bunch of us crowded around this kid. He looked no older than 14, he was passed out and sweating, and his pants were pulled down around his knees. We pulled him over to the wall and put a blanket over him. He puked a couple of times, so we had him on his side.

A few minutes later someone claiming to be his sister showed up. About two minutes after that, someone claiming to be his brother came. The "brother" freaked out and tried to pick the kid up, almost dropping the boy on his head. We tried to get him to pull up the kid's pants, but he wouldn't do it. He couldn't hold on to him properly, so he put him down and put the kid's head in his crotch. The "brother" kept squirming around, and it was making the kid scream like a cat. The "brother" and "sister" took the kid away into the field. They dropped him on the ground. Austin suggested casting a circle to make sure that the kid didn't leave the field. John called an ambulance and we ran out to guard the kid from leaving. They took him out to the playground. The ambulance came. We ran out to it. Neko ran back to stop the kids from leaving.

I'll finish this later.

Monday, May. 05, 2008

Okay, back to this now.

Neko ran to the kids. John and I led the ambulance people through the field to where the kids were. We caught up and the "brother" was all like, "You can't take him, I won't let you" and, "Back off, we're taking care of him". The one guy got someone to run back to the ambulance to call the cops. They came pretty fast. The "brother" decided to leave when he found out that cops were on their way. He said that he wasn't really the brother, and told the ambulance people the little kid's name. The kid was hidden in some playground equipment. They took him out and put him on the stretcher. We went back to the bandshell.

I asked a cop for a ride home, but he said no. John offered to take us. We got his phone number off of him before getting the ride. John drove fast. Not exactly scary-fast, but more we-shouldn't-be-going-this-fast-on-these-streets fast.

Neko and I never got around to watching any movies. We both pretty much just went to bed from there. Neko figured that John had been hitting on me that night.

Saturday: I went to Walmart with Neko to get new shoes and two new shirts. She had given me a gift card to there that she didn't want, so that's why I was able to get the second shirt. Mom had given me money for the shoes. I only had to pay $13 on my own to get the stuff.

Neko went back to her dad's when we got back. Dad called to move the guitar lesson from 2:30 to 6:30. I decided to call John and take him up on his offer of coffee to kill some time. He came to my house to pick me up. He met Pete and Pi. Pi said he seemed nervous about that or something. He didn't have any money for coffee, so we went to the park. For most of it we hung out with a male prostitute with Klinefelter's Syndrome. I felt sort of uncomfortable because John kept flirting with me. John's a really good looking guy, but too muscular for my tastes. I'm just not interested in him like that. It's so hard for me to make friends in real life these days. I don't want a different boyfriend.. I just want more friends. Better friends than the ones I lost after high school.

I got home pretty much just in time for Dad to show up for the lesson. He showed me the basic chords again, because I'd forgotten them all. I'll have to practice for next week so that we can move on to something else. (Or the week after, depending on how busy he gets.) Dad said that he can't do this every week, but I'm going to try to make it close anyway. I'm looking for a little bonding time, and this seems like a good enough way to get it.

I had a freakout on Saturday night. All I really remember about it was that it was because I went looking for underwear after a shower, and Pi woke up and talked to me, so I hugged him. I found that I couldn't leave, so he got mad at me. I started crying and saying that I'd go to my mom's. I forget how it ended.

Sunday was worse, but I'm saving that for next entry.