My Hotel Is Actively Trying To Kill Me

I'm not even kidding.

Last night the weather was intense and crazy and I didn't realise until my car almost blew off the road that it was a smidge on the windy side.

Turns out last night it was windy enough to rip off siding on my hotel.
And try to kill me.

I was out doing rounds and had been warned that some siding had apparently ripped off, but the restaurant guy (who lives in the hotel, coincidentally) had picked it up and put it by the side of the building. Well, more had ripped off and I was picking it up and another slice ripped off. That shit is loud, and it was falling from the sky. Ridiculous.

I obviously tried to catch it, failed because the windy is a tricky bitch, and had to walk an extra twenty feet to grab the siding before I went back inside.

It's been a fairly eventful week, but nothing truly exciting is there to report. I'm waiting, impatiently, for word back on when I have to leave for school if I'm accepted, and busy studying the signs that were practiced in class last week.

SPEAKING OF WHICH.
OH MY GOD.

This is mainly for anyone who watches Sons of Anarchy.
I'm taking classes with Chucky.
I shit you not. I'm going to ask him this Thursday if I can take a picture, but I swear to god, the actor who plays Chucky (Michael O....something, I fail and am too lazy to imdb it) has a twin here in Canada.
I love him. Would possibly have his babies.

That's all the excitement I have for now.

Bloody Fucking Emotions

It's been a bloody weekend, y'all.
I don't know when or why it started to happen this weekend, but my strength just... crumbled.

I've been trying to write about Bug in a more coherent way, without revealing too much, because who really wants to read all about that? This weekend, I watched as something I had building, working on with a new guy, fell to bits in one night. I drove with my best friend to basically America, almost died three times and had to deal with the panic attack I had for going into the hometown of the guy who knocked me up with Bug.

So much sleep wasn't had, and so many emotional girly feelings that I'm not used to...

I'm not a girly girl.

At all.

In case working nights in the ghetto, and my general personality online wasn't a clue, I'm more of a tomboy badass ninja than the tutu and giggly feelings kind of ninja.

Bug... the weight of what happened, the loss that has crippled me and wrapped itself up in a family death, as well as the realization my last ex was such a manipulator that he convinced me to do things and be a person I never thought I'd be.

So for the past week, I've watched Seasons One, Two and Three of Sons of Anarchy. I'm halfway through Four.

It really sucks working nights during times like this. All I have, is time to think. And remember. And remember what I was doing a year ago, on this day. How I'd be rubbing my stomach, and eating fruit and brown rice because that's the shit I was craving, and how I had secretly bought a onesie, even though my friends and family were worried I wouldn't get to keep him. I named him. I had a girl's name as a backup, but I was pretty fucking confident I'd be sprouting a penis from my vag.

I had a plan.

Rockstar wasn't really a plan in it, but... he could have been. Not as mine, because fuck that shit, whoops a baby broke off everything we had or didn't have going.

So much shit has happened, in the last three years.

I'm ready for some good to happen, and actually stick around. Not bolt at the first sign of fucking trouble.

It's gonna be a rough week, kids.