In the land of the killers, the sinner's mind is a sanctum.
Omg. First off: Thank you so much, everyone who replied to my last post and who wished me a happy birthday -- it really means a lot. My day, cut because so much has happened and I just need to get it off my chest.
I wanted to go to my World Civ II class, but like an idiot, I forgot to set my alarm. I rolled over this morning and the clock read 10:45. My class starts at 10.
"Well, fuck it," I said, and checked my messages. One New Voicemail. Oh, cool! It's from my mom.
"Happy birthday, Ashton. Blah blah blah cakes I love you, blah blah blah you're eighteen, call me when you get this."
I don't have time to call her back before my phone rings again, a 591 number. It's Regina, one of my mom's friends.
"Baby (the horse) is cut up badly. The vet is just wrapping up. I'll let you talk to her when he leaves."
She'd been trying to get out, and in doing so, had cut every one of her legs up. She was already going into shock when they found her; it was all that the combined force of Regina, the vet, and my mom could do to get her to the barn for treatment. He was there for two hours, and the horse kicked him. ("If I don't get kicked at least once, it's a bad week," he said.)
My mom was crying; the vet bill had been $300, and this means we were fucking broke. No birthday presents, no dinner at Jimanetti's, no gas money for me to come home. I assured her it was okay, that it was just a day, and that what mattered most was that the horse was all right. Then I hung up the phone and started crying.
I walked into the food court, and Jayson sat me down and talked to me and wished me a happy birthday, along with a couple of other people, and I felt better. After helping him with his Spanish homework, I decided that really, class wasn't all that important, and I wanted to be with my mother even if it meant walking back.
Nothing much happened on the ride there, except I decided to take a back road for some reason and found a trailer full of free pumpkins. Needless to say, seven of them are now mine, and a few of them still need carved.
Fast forward through all the embarrassing Mom-time: "yay yay you're eighteen your dad would be so proud of you yay you're such an adult DON'T CUT YOURSELF WITH THAT KNIFE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" no. seriously. that whole spiel was a direct quote.
I went back to Rio, basking in parental love and affection, and talked to some friends for a few minutes before toddling off to shower. When I get back, I keep talking to Jayson on AIM. The gist is "Hey, what's up?" "Nothing, getting ready to take a shower." "Mmn, cool. See you later." *pause* "Hey, come over." "Mmkay. But my hair's wet, you'll have to deal with it." "Don't care."
What is going on? By this point, I had completely forgotten about it being my birthday. Yeah. You see where this is goin'. Good for you, cause I didn't even see it until they shouted "Happy Birthday!" at me.
It was the first birthday party that anyone aside from my mom has ever thrown for me. This being the case, it was also the first surprise party -- they weren't even planning it until they realized what an awful day I was having. Then it was "Cheer Ashton up!" day, and that made me feel all special.
Yay birthdays. Yay you guys. Yay papers to write.
Okay, thanks for listening. :D
It rocked so hard.
I wanted to go to my World Civ II class, but like an idiot, I forgot to set my alarm. I rolled over this morning and the clock read 10:45. My class starts at 10.
"Well, fuck it," I said, and checked my messages. One New Voicemail. Oh, cool! It's from my mom.
"Happy birthday, Ashton. Blah blah blah cakes I love you, blah blah blah you're eighteen, call me when you get this."
I don't have time to call her back before my phone rings again, a 591 number. It's Regina, one of my mom's friends.
"Baby (the horse) is cut up badly. The vet is just wrapping up. I'll let you talk to her when he leaves."
She'd been trying to get out, and in doing so, had cut every one of her legs up. She was already going into shock when they found her; it was all that the combined force of Regina, the vet, and my mom could do to get her to the barn for treatment. He was there for two hours, and the horse kicked him. ("If I don't get kicked at least once, it's a bad week," he said.)
My mom was crying; the vet bill had been $300, and this means we were fucking broke. No birthday presents, no dinner at Jimanetti's, no gas money for me to come home. I assured her it was okay, that it was just a day, and that what mattered most was that the horse was all right. Then I hung up the phone and started crying.
I walked into the food court, and Jayson sat me down and talked to me and wished me a happy birthday, along with a couple of other people, and I felt better. After helping him with his Spanish homework, I decided that really, class wasn't all that important, and I wanted to be with my mother even if it meant walking back.
Nothing much happened on the ride there, except I decided to take a back road for some reason and found a trailer full of free pumpkins. Needless to say, seven of them are now mine, and a few of them still need carved.
Fast forward through all the embarrassing Mom-time: "yay yay you're eighteen your dad would be so proud of you yay you're such an adult DON'T CUT YOURSELF WITH THAT KNIFE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" no. seriously. that whole spiel was a direct quote.
I went back to Rio, basking in parental love and affection, and talked to some friends for a few minutes before toddling off to shower. When I get back, I keep talking to Jayson on AIM. The gist is "Hey, what's up?" "Nothing, getting ready to take a shower." "Mmn, cool. See you later." *pause* "Hey, come over." "Mmkay. But my hair's wet, you'll have to deal with it." "Don't care."
What is going on? By this point, I had completely forgotten about it being my birthday. Yeah. You see where this is goin'. Good for you, cause I didn't even see it until they shouted "Happy Birthday!" at me.
It was the first birthday party that anyone aside from my mom has ever thrown for me. This being the case, it was also the first surprise party -- they weren't even planning it until they realized what an awful day I was having. Then it was "Cheer Ashton up!" day, and that made me feel all special.
Yay birthdays. Yay you guys. Yay papers to write.
Okay, thanks for listening. :D
It rocked so hard.