A Sinking Ship

Saturday 08/11

The current time finds itself to be 11:58 a.m. I’m having mixed emotions about the day. Let’s go through this chronologically:

     -woke up at 3:46 because my neighbor was screaming at her boyfriend…on the phone

     -I had a dream last night but have no recollection of what happened.  Good enough for me. When people talk about dreams, they’re really talking about aspirations of goals they would like to one day accomplish. Dreaming at night while you sleep, well that’s something else. That is a fantasy (just because it’s labeled a fantasy doesn’t mean it is always a positive one, nightmares are fantasies too) your mind has created and placed you in.

     -later woke up at 6:40 to watch the Mexico vs Brazil final of the Men’s Soccer Tournament at the Olympics. Mexico won. I teared up inside. This is a special moment for me as a Mexico fan.

     -10:36 I ate breakfast. Chocolate pancakes with peanut butter. That was some delicious shit.

     -Current time, my parents are off to find a place to live. We might get evicted on Wednesday. The house is officially sold and the new owner gave us the ultimatum that if we would like to stay and extra month, we would have to pay $2,000 instead of the $1,300 we were paying the bank. The other option was obviously, get the fuck out. I don’t feel like checking my twitter, blog and facebook. I honestly don’t feel like doing shit or really talk to anyone but tomorrow is Jaime’s birthday party, which is going to be a cool way to get my mind off of things and on Tuesday I’m going to hang out with Shayna. I hadn’t seen her in two years (since I graduated, but in May I ran into her in Santa Monica and decided we had to hang out one day).  I’m not sure what I feel like doing exactly. The only plan I currently have is to turn an old pair of black shorts (they’re ripping, so I’m putting them to good use) into a carrying case for my phone that I can place on my Chrome bag. I have some pretty shitty sowing skills so this should be pretty interesting/fun/frustrating. They’re currently in the washing machine, so I’ll have to wait until they dry before putting my plan in full motion. I might just go to the science center to kill time. Where else would I go? (America, I’m sorry for not responding to your text, but I’m really just not in the mood for speaking to anyone. Thank you for it though; it gave me just the smile I needed when I woke up)

Sunday 8/12

The time is 12:51 a.m., which is technically a new day even though I have yet to call it a night/morning (pick your choosing cause I don’t really care). So I never ended up going to the Science Center but ended up going instead to eat at a restaurant my works at in Burbank. Without really intending for it, I got further insight into what is exactly going on with finding a new place to stay and call home. So the main problem arising with my mother not being able to get a mobile home to live is that her credit is not high enough to satisfy that of the owners of the mobile home park in Dominguez Hills. When my father made the decision to stop paying the mortgage of the house, (not sure if intentionally or not) it sent my mother’s credit spiraling downwards, while also taking out part of his own. At this point in time, my mother has no real chance to buy a place to live (like I said, because of credit problems) with her only alternative being to rent an apartment, which she is trying to avoid at all costs. I really wish I could understand her sometimes but I can’t because I’m no mind reader. On Monday (tomorrow I guess) we have to make a fully completed decision on if we will stay for an extra month or just move out and hope for the best. But me, I have other problems that don’t only linger in the “what to keep/what not to keep” material world, but the possible end of the friendship between my beloved dog and I. Moving to an apartment has a high chance of saying goodbye to Crunchbite. I could easily say that I love him about as much as my very first dog, Tobi, who was put down after being diagnosed with cancer. I don’t know if I can bring myself to say goodbye to him. If this is our last few days together, then I will cherish them forever. I love you buddy, you will forever be my puppy…(Tonight I’ll cry myself to sleep and hope for better things tomorrow.)