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One Random Month
Tuesday 6:13 am - What a perfect time to start a new journal; moving into a brand new house in a brand new city. Actually, this house isn't that new, but it's in fairly good shape, and is cheap enough to afford, even on my limited income. The yards are a bit overgrown, but its nothing a lawn mower couldn't cure. Not that I own one yet. Anyway, in comparison to my next door neighbor, who has no grass, my little shack looks like something out of Better Homes and Gardens. I wasn't even sure that's someone lived there until I noticed that there lights flickering behind those boarded up windows.
Anyway, tonight I get the couch; I don't feel like going through the endless boxes looking for my bed stuff. I'm too tired to unpack ANYTHING, and with no TV as of yet, I have nothing to do BUT sleep. I hope there's something to do downtown.
Wednesday 8:37 pm - Spent all day yesterday and most of today unpacking stuff. I was hoping that some friendly neighbor would come over with a jello mold and maybe help me but alas...no one left their house at all. It rained all day. But, I got some things accomplished. I went downtown to check out the scene and bought a decent pair of jeans from some trendy store. They were on sale and looked durable. I'm sick of wearing the Salvation Army all the time.
Mom phoned me today, asking me if I needed any help getting "settled". She really disliked me leaving the rest of the clan so far behind, but I was really craving a change. This place is okay so far...The neighborhood is nice and quiet.
Thursday 10:41 pm - Met one of my neighbors today. The one in the house with no grass. I saw him leave around 9-ish with a backpack, so I decided to leave the safety of my house to introduce myself.
I can't accurately guess his age, but I'm going to guess that he somewhere between dumb angry teenager and angst-y adult. He's got the recently-deceased look down pat. He looked like such the gothling! I didn't know people still wore knee high buckled boots! Still, I was once an angry teenager and don't think I've gotten over my interest in the goth guys. I am a loser, I am such a loser.
Anyway, I introduced myself, he introduced HIMSELF ("My name is Johnny but you may call me 'Nny'"), we made some meaningless small talk, parted ways...he was quite the oddball but I'm not one to talk.
Friday 3:11 pm - Found out house 781 is empty. Broke in and spray painted a big purple smiley face on the living room wall. Now I feel somewhat accomplished. I'm going to reward myself with a movie night. Is there a Blockbuster around here?
Saturday 4:23 am - God what a friggin' night. I found a local video store and rented two monster movies. Come midnight, I pop the first one in and settle down, only to be alerted an hour later to loud noises coming from somewhere down the hall. Since I had just spent an hour watching a violent slasher monster flick, naturally, I flip out and try to find a weapon of some sort.
I wander over to the kitchen and pulled out one of the kitchen knives in the drawer, angry at myself for leaving my baseball bat in one of the boxes in the garage. Anyway, the second I turn around with it, I bump right into Gothling Johnny. I scream so loud I think I scared the piss out of him. He kung fu's the thing out of my hand and I think I shit myself right there. He holds up both hands, palms out (in the universal gesture of "I'm not armed").
Once I stopped hyperventilating, he calmly explains that he came by for a can opener. I must have given him a really stupid look because he stared at me for 5 seconds, then repeated his inquiry, this time accompanying it with an obscene gesture that was supposed to mimic a can opener.
"You broke into my house," I ask, "for an can opener?"
"Um...yes," he said slowly, "I got this can of chicken noodle that's been sitting for three days on my counter and at this point, I would really like to eat it...oh, here it is." he opened a drawer, reaching around my person to do so, and pulled out a brand new can opener that I haven't even removed from the packaging yet.
"You don't mind, do you?" he asked casually. I found my voice again and was about to calmly explain that I did NOT appreciate him entering my house without my permission like this, but he waved off my speech as though it was nothing.
"Yeah, sorry about that...but I do appreciate the opener. I haven't eaten in a few days."
Days? No wonder he looked sick. He excused himself from my kitchen and walked himself out, stopping only to comment on my choice of movie.
After he left, I seriously contemplated calling the police. But then again, I didn't want to make trouble in a new neighborhood...but if I didn't do anything, this guy might break in all the time for stuff. Anyway, upon further inspection, I noticed that he didn't actually BREAK in, he slipped through my window right above my bed...how he slid it open, I don't know, but nothing seemed broken. In the end, I decided to just call it a night and get some sleep...in the living room. With my doors locked.
Sunday 7:01 pm - Hey! There are actually kids in this neighborhood! Which sucks cuz I really hate kids! 2 houses down there's this little kid who rides his tricycle up and down the sidewalk in front of his house only. He's also a neighbor to Mr. Psycho Johnny. I wonder if his house got broken into. I want my can opener back, I have this can of broccoli and cheese soup I wish to consume. I HATE RAMEN.
Monday Noon-Thirty - so Johnny shows up around 3 friggin AM to return my opener. I was actually almost asleep, in my pj's, hair and face a complete mess, and he, at least, does me the favor of knocking on my door this time. I thanked him, told him to "get off my lawn" and promptly went back to my room and passed out. Of course, I woke up not 3 hours later to the sound of a woman making the loudest, most traumatizing moaning noises I've heard. Ever. Johnny must be one HELL of a lover. I wanna stab him though, because he kept me awake from 6-something till...now. I need a nap.
Tuesday 8:57 pm - Whoo! My first week on Vasquez street is complete! To celebrate, I took myself out for a fancy diner to Nicey's, A family oriented restaurant downtown. Damn they have good burgers. Also, I asked for an application. I need a job. And a boyfriend. And...a life. That last one comes with the money and boy-toy however, so I have to be patient.
Wednesday3:33 pm -I planted some flowers around the house today...mowed the lawn with a borrowed mower from the people ACROSS the street cuz I doubt Mr. Johnny is very adept with power tools. His yard looks like a battlefield. BUT I will have to mosey on over there eventually cuz I got to listen to the moaning again last night and I'll be damned if I'm gonna lose anymore sleep over the thought of HIM doing...things...being so skinny and deathly looking as he is. Argh but the images keep coming. It burns.