Although Mom still hasn’t told me she is kicking the bum out, I feel slightly better. It is funny who reads my blog, because at least three people came up to me today to tell me not to stab my alcoholic roommate. I won’t. I promise. His pathetic life is not worth me going to prison. If shit happens again I will simply check myself into the hospital until I can find better housing. And I will forever hate my mother for putting me in this situation where I had to commit myself in order to keep my life together. It’s just what will happen.
If she chooses him over me then she is not a good mother.
That is a FACT!
I went to see the live music night of Eat Your Art Out Judy Garland, it was really good! I came home early to give the pups cuddles and kisses and snacks and let them out to pee. Some weirdo who said he was from Vancouver tried to follow me when I was walking to the bus downtown, I walked fast and he started yelling “Hey! YOU!” Arg! This is the second weekend in a row I have felt threatened by a man on the streets. I consider myself to have street smarts though, I walked to the bus mall and was prepared to yell for the security guard and I put a key in my fist so I could punch him in the face and have a stabby thing to hurt him. But luckily he didn’t keep following me.
I did take self defense but so far I haven’t had to go apeshit on someone. I am prepared to though, I am just waiting for them to take the first swing. Then it’s open season on their ass. I don’t want to tempt the fates though, but I am ready.
As Spongebob Squarepants says “I’m ready! I’m ready! I’m ready!”
I went to the Field House and worked out, did 30 minutes on the treadmill, going 3.5mph for ten minutes of it, went 1.5 miles, then I did 20 minutes on the elliptical. The elliptical works more of my body because I do the Mix3 mode and it has upper body exercises too, but it doesn’t burn as many calories for me as the treadmill, oddly enough. Then we did ten minutes on the recumbent bike, which was a nice way to end the workout. I gained a pound since the last time I weighed myself. I don’t know if it is muscle or beer.
Speaking of beer, I have begun to realize I don’t care so much about getting drunk when I am out. I had four bottles of beer last night and that was one beer too many, and tonight I had two pints and I was done. Came home with ten bucks still in my pocket. That’s good because it means tomorrow I can get some pop and chips, my original needs!
I used to tell my mum when I was a kid “I have needs!” And by needs I meant pop and chips. I guess when I was 18 those needs turned into beer and marijuana, which used to be fun but have long since lost their luster. Now I am ready to go back to the original needs. I used to have one small bag of chips and one glass bottle of coke everyday. Or rootbeer, or some other pop. I could get used to that routine again. It wasn’t so bad. I was a pretty skinny kid too, because I would bike for an hour everyday in the summer and when I had Wesley, my golden retriever, I would walk him for an hour everyday, even in the horriblest winter weather. And still I had sugary pop and chips all the time.
Once a day anyway.
I am glad to hear again about my future relationships. People keep saying “But you can change it right?” because my psychic said I would fall off the wagon and issues would come up again and I would have a breakup with my next girlfriend. But I dunno, it seems inevitable. And now I feel bad for saying my next relationship won’t last forever, because who’s gonna want to be THAT relationship???? The doomed one. No, it still might be a lovely relationship, and I am sure I won’t regret being close to someone again. Who knows, maybe I will get a girlfriend determined to prove my psychic wrong.
What was interesting was her saying it should have happened already, it’s just these “moths” that I have to stop paying attention to and waiting for. She also said I was going to face some tests, where these moths want to spend time with me and I have to say no because nothing is going to happen anyway. So strange! I hope I smarten up and don’t let myself get sucked into wishy washy thoughts of a future with someone who takes advantage of me and isn’t good enough anyway.
On the bus home the bus driver stopped and asked me if I could smell something burning. Then when I was about to get off he was like “Are you sure you don’t smell something? It smelled like marijuana.” I was so glad I haven’t smoked for 24 days, because I would be all paranoid that he could smell it on me. Speaking of smelling pot, I could smell it when we finished our workout in the Field House. Laurel says she always smells pot there. I have a feeling a lot of people get stoned and then work out. Ha ha ha, too funny. I remember being that stoner!
In my concurrent disorders group they have this thing where you have to play the tape to the end, and by that they mean you can’t just say something fun about doing drugs or alcohol, you have to go all the way through to the consequences of your actions. So yes, the consequences for me of getting stoned were losing jobs, a nice place to live, stopping hanging out with some friends who didn’t smoke up, losing my energy and motivation and having a dreadful lack of hygiene. I have to remember these things.
I don’t want to fall off the wagon. I hope I don’t. And even though my psychic said I would, I am not going to use that as an excuse to get ripped again. I’ve been doing pretty good but I am not going to be overconfident.