I live in a magical world where my forest is surrounded by skyscrapers, hot dog venders and the unfortunate zombie-like creatures called tourists. Where I reside bullets are confused with fireworks and at night what comes out aren’t vampires but hookers. I’m a redheaded Puerto Rican with an overactive imagination.
I have a cupcake named muffin. A purple rocketship for my stars, a ginger eating an octopus and two bipolar clouds that scowl as much as my skull and crossbones. I ♥ vampires, werewolves, zombies, dinosaurs, the fae, robots, social networks, museums, photographs, music, hello kitty, my iPhone 4S named Bones, and my Nook Color named Zsadist.
It’s almost been a week since my Grandmother arrived here and since then I’ve tried sleeping in my Dad’s room (with no such luck.) and since I gave up my bedroom for my mom and grandma to sleep in… I’ve been trying unsuccessfully to sleep on the couch. Today after we went to see the apartment my parents are going to be soon signing the lease for, we had to rush to the hospital because my dad couldn’t make it to the appointment. The minute I sat down next to his bed I fell asleep. I was startled awake when they started yelling at me to go home and sleep. I was pretty pissed off. I finally was able to just knock out and they tell me to get on the bus for over an hour and expected me to go and nap? Ugh. I left and was in a really bad mood. When I finally got home I (not surprisingly) couldn’t get to sleep. But when I eventually did I was knocked out until almost 7pm. Meaning I missed my lil’ monster’s graduation from pre-k. I suck. But omg my body and mind really needed the rest. I’ve been so snappy and bitchy and I just can’t deal with people without some sort of rest because I feel like JZB’s beast (inside joke, well not so inside if you’ve read the Fever series.).
My Grandmother has been driving me crazy with her little annoying remarks and just in general I don’t think I can take much of her. Like it makes me want to slit my wrists. My mom said I’m jealous. Well, a bit. Think about it, I try talking to my mom and here’s the old hag automatically starts talking to her even though she wasn’t even talking before I began to try and have a conversation with my mom. She’s going to be moving out soon and I’ll be by myself. I really wanted to have a good last few days with her but it’s not gunna happen. But whatever. I guess I sound childish. I don’t care.
Yesterday after my interview I was so hungry so I went to Chipotle.