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Grandma Piñata

Journal Entry 29


-Never argue with an idiot. They will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.

The mom started going through my suitcase again. I kept hoping that she’d find my tampons, and then do something that would get me out of here today. The shower isn’t clogged anymore, but it’s still disgusting, and the water is still nasty. If I could get out of here fast, maybe I could focus on doing something other than bitching and moaning. And now the music is back. I can feel it, and hear it, and even Metallica can’t drown it out. There doesn’t seem to be much left for me to do. All of the clothes from the laundry basket are spread across the floor again. At least I finally have new sheets on my bed, and a new “blanket” which is just a second sheet again. Read the rest of this entry »

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Me in my uniform

Journal Entry 4


-If you’re traveling upstream in a canoe, and a wheel falls off, how many pancakes can fit in a doghouse?

So, going by the time on my nook(as I do not yet have a cellphone), I woke up today at 4am. I really am hoping this is incorrect, seeing as I spent most of the night awake.

Just looked at the clock during breakfast (which was fried food AGAIN). It said 6:48. Which means I must have woken up at 6. This comes as a relief. Not much of one, but still.

My sister spent much of this morning trying to get me to take a shower. I do not like showering out of a bucket with smelly water, so I will do it as little as possible. Plus, the fan kept me cool last night (I even had to use the sheet as a really thin blanket), so I don’t smell bad. Then again considering the water, I don’t exactly smell good. Also, it’s been 3 days or so since the bus, and I still do not feel well. MY stomach keeps cramping, and I’ve thrown up twice. Once in the shower, and once last night. Read the rest of this entry »

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Carol and a banana

Journal Entry 3


-Sometimes, I pretend to be normal. But then it gets b-o-r-i-n-g, so I go back to being me.

I really don’t know that I can do this. The bed might be the final straw. It’s very uncomfortable and the springs keep poking me. I just want to go home and see my family, use my own shower, wash my hair, use a flushing toilet. I really don’t want to be here. I want my own room back, and some place I don’t feel like I’m melting. Somewhere where washing your hands after using the restroom is common. That would be nice.

I wonder… if I copy the data from the internet key, all the files, and put them on my computer, would I be connected to the internet? I’ll have to remember to ask dad. That and how long I really have to wait before I can come home. I did not foresee this potential future, and now that it is a reality, I can’t stand it. Read the rest of this entry »

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