I love writing in this particular blog, because it's the only one I've been recently keeping up with. And yes, I know I'm months behind, but you know what? I have a darned good excuse.
I don't know if those last two entries were some sort of gut instinct or something but...maybe it did prepare me for the worst. That night I was worrying about my grandma because she is so loved and needed, but I didn't even put that much thought into it.
I'll just break it down.
I was sick of giving Russell's dad $900 a month for a tiny space so I begged my grandma to let us move into the downstairs area on my house. My mom agreed and we tore out the carpet in my old room and repainted the walls.
Her room turned out really nice and I think it's better that she's upstairs rather than being down in her dusty room that she only used the bed for.
We cleaned up downstairs really nicely. The bar is actually being used as a bar instead of a box storage area, and the salon is being used.
But anyway, we moved in late November, early December. I forget.
Anyway, I wanted to have a Christmas "get-together" as a sort of house warming party.
Since it was Christmas time, it reminded me of one year where Allison and I spent Christmas Eve at Rite Aide and walking around Fairmont Center.
When I called Allison I was like, Yeah, party at Rite Aide! Let's hangout at Rite Aide again and then come to my house warming get-together!"
Somehow she interpreted that into stealing stuff at Rite Aide for me? Hah..So when I wanted her to comel to my get-together I went to pick her up because I knew she hated taking the train.
But when I went to get here...it was this whole huge ordeal.
First I picked her up at this drug-dealers house so I had to drive around and look for her because she couldn't give me a precise address. She was sooo thin. Last time I saw her she must have been 310 pounds and like 4-5 months later she looked to be 140 pounds. I asked, "How the hell did you do it!?" Taking a bite of a big burrito she was eating, she jokingly said, "Diet and exercise!" So sad...Anyway, and then she wanted to go get some money from some guy, but she didn't know what house was exactly his so she did a lot of walking around this neighborhood while I finished this burrito she was eating.
Finally, after she came back with about $100 and a handful of quarters, "Hah! I stole all his change!"
We wanted to venture out to Target, because she said she'd get me something there.
Allison, terrible with directions, had me searching for Target for nearly 40 minutes, and it was dark and I wanted to get to my get-together.
Finally, I saw Wal-Mart and decided to be like, "Okay, let's just go there!"
I had to pee really bad when we first got there and Allison told me to meet her over by the electronics. I found her and she was wearing two new sweatshirts. We just giggled.
I picked out some Christmas DVDs and the AC/DC track pack for Rock Band, exclusively available at Wal-Mart.
She brought a fat magnet and put a lot of stuff in her purse in the baby clothes section.
I went to the car and she ran out and met me there like 40 seconds later.
We started giggling and screaming.
"Do you still get a rush?"I asked, since she steals very often.
"Oh! I need a cigarette!" She exclaimed.
We drove around some more.
She popped in P!nk's new CD and started sticking her head out the window and dancing and singing along to So What?
It was all and all, a frustrating and fun day.
"Well, I don't think I'll be able to make it to your get-together but we should do something soon. Tea and crumpets?"
I dropped her off and hugged her.
"Ugh! Your bones are poking me!"
And I told her I loved her, and she said she loved me too.
A week later, on the morning of January 1st, I was working super early at Office Depot. I went on my first break and my phone rang.
Her mom called me and said how Allison got hit by a train.
For some reason, I was thinking, "Oh my God, what hospital is she at so I can come visit her?"
But I obviously wasn't putting 2 and 2 together.
She then added,
"Allison was really depressed lately. She was feeling down."
As I began to realize what she was telling me, my eyes began to water.
I told my manager I had to go home. I drove home with tears streaming down my face.
My buddy I had just seen a week ago...gone.
About 2-3 weeks later I went to her services with Krystle and Keith. Awkward, but I got to see her mom and she squeezed me and cried with me.
I gave her a picture of Allison that was really beautiful.
I didn't cry at the funeral, I still wasn't ready to let Allison go.
I went to Dundracon on Valentine's Day weekend.
Fun times, played some Cthulu and some D&D, learned how to play Munchkin.
The day I left my friend Brandon texted me saying he say a paper on my manger's desk saying I was going to get fired the next day.
I was glad I knew before hand, I was able to tell my grandma I wasn't going to be able to pay her rent anymore and I decided I wanted to go to school and no longer work shitty part time jobs.
My birthday came up in mid-March.
I had a really fun party.
Horrible pictures of how fat I was arose and I've been trying to exercise ever since. Been keeping up, pretty well..
I applied unemployment and am now receiving it.
Going to attend an Intro to Cosmetology class this summer and hopefully take the entire year long program in the fall.
I think I've caught up..
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