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Dear Diary,

Saturday started crazy. A message from someone leaving a Mexican song about lost love on the answering machine from our area code. So I thought this for sure could be Lorenzo. So I had already thought about going to Alex's. Besides, if there was a day he'd strike, a Saturday after a few drugs would be the day. In the meanwhile, me and Michelle went the college, then a supermarket. Bought a few things and then I decided to call Alex.

I go outside and give the Salvation army guy a few coins and attempt to call Alex. Then, there was this older guy, early 40's. He came up to me and asked me if I had any money. *I didn't have that much in the first place* I offered him a buck and he said he needed more. He said "I have a quarter tank of case and I have to go ****" That place being about 150 miles away. He then said he needed more. I thought about it and said I'll give you a couple bucks if you come with your car. *I try to help here and there* So I call alex and his parents allow me and michelle to stay there. He don't come back around and Michelle wasn't too happy I offered him money at all. She said that she works hard for her $7.00 an hour and he needs to work for his money too. I then remark to her that she is greedy. SHe said she don't care. So we head for the bus stop and head for downtown. The guy stops with his car right next to the bus stop. *he must've been looking for us; creepy* He then asks for some money. I tell him we can't and we have to pay for a ride *implying alex* He said if I had any ATM/credit cards. Me and Michelle both say "I wish". He drives off. After that, Michelle had remembered he said something about him being with his girlfriend and the passenger was probaly a guy. *it was hard to tell, looked like the passenger was deformed and retarded* We finally get on the bus, what a relief, it was cold outside.

We eventually get to downtown and ask Alex's dad for a ride from there. He does it. I explain the situation. He then specifyies that Michelle had to sleep in a seperate room. *as always* So we get there.

We talk to alex about being roomates. He said Tuesday he will talk with some disability advisor. *sounds positive* Michelle clogs thier toilet and dirties thier bathroom. They obviously didn't like that. *we couldn't unclog it even with the plunger* We then watch Finding Nemo. It's a cute movie. A lil sad at the beginning. Michelle loved it. I liked it alot. We then sleep.

Next day, later on, we go home. Find out there is another message on the machine. It definately was from Lorenzo. He IS in Mexico. *how I know you ask* He gave my mom a mexican phone number to call him at. *he's in guadalajara* My mom was too scared to call but I'm sure by next entry she will have.

In other news, I'm not so sure about the UCLA thing. Neither is Michelle. She wants a B.S., not a B.A. They do not offer that at UCLA. I'd perfer UC Davis myself. Easier to get into. Only 2 extra classes for the transfer. We'll see. I'd like to have my diploma from a prestigous college though because it'd be easier to get a job and boosts the self esteem. Though it'll be awhile. Psychology generally requires a M.A. as a minimum. Ph.D as the norm. *OUCH, long time* I hear I could get a job as a professor in community college with a M.A. I wouldn't mind that. I'd settle for that for atleast a few years. I have a good idea on what my doctoral could be about. If anything else, I could do a disseration about the psychology behind online diaries. HEH. That'd be too funny. I'd have to pull mines if I got far. I have too much here that could hamper a potential great career. Anyways, that is all for the moment. Thanks kaliko for the comment last entry. ~END~

Comments (1)

Michelle (Unauthenticated) (Legacy)

First of all, I did not mind you giving money to the salvation army. I mind to give money to some guy who come up to us and say "hey are you guys stranded and if you are I can give you a ride if you offer me some money". So, let say we dont have money and we could of help me but we can't, he wont give us a ride anyway if we are really stranded. And that disgust me. And his story sounded fishy. First he has a car and he has a cell phone. If he need help, why don't he call someone for help. He got his family and his gf family and his friends/ her friend. I mention who would drive out to 150 miles and without gas to begin with????? And what more is that when we ask him to drive up to us when we are at outside of the supermarket at the payphone, he didn't. So, either he want to rob us by thinking that we will go to the parking lot where no one is around and get into his car??? And his gf look like a GUY. I know for sure that is not his gf and it is a guy. And give the fact, he already lie to us. And he does not sound geninune with his story. We only have a few dollars anyways. And I didn't spend those few bucks which I could have at the supermarket for lunch since they sell fast food. I did bought something at the fast food but I didn't spend all of those few bucks I have because I work hard for those money. I mean $7 dollars a hours which is really nothing when you have to pay rent, food, supplies. And not forget to mention that to buy lunch is expensive at school considering I only get pay $7 dollars a hour. And lunch cost around $5-$7. That is already one hour from my paycheck. And I only work part time.And you don't work and that is not to blame you.I would make lunch for myself to bring but sometimes I can't because when we come home it already 10pm and just as we step into the door your mom yell at us for no reason. Just because she stress, she get her stress and put on us and after making dinner it and eating it is already 11-11:30 and we never have left over for dinner anyways. And your mom always say hurry up are you guys done yet? And after that we really tired and we want to sleep and sometimes I got to stay up and do homework and study. And sometimes I do make lunch. And I have to wake up 5:30am to go to work. Just baby I got lot of stress and no one is there to help me, but you. I mean people are cold. Remembering just last night that my math professor won't even let me get half credit on my late homework and I turn it the next class meeting day because of all this is going on. Even if I tell him the whole situation, he probably won't give me more credit. Probably think I just another student try to get full credit on late homework and making up an excuse when he ask me you could have tell it earlier, I told him there been a lot of things going wrong at home. He didn't even want to hear it because he just like at me and say oh. Didn't even ask me what's wrong. It is not like I am slicking off at class because my score was in the 91% range before one test he just pass back. And I always do my homework. And what is more, after talking to my math professor and getting out of my math class, we saw your math professor and he ask me how did I do on my statistics test. I say not that great because there been a lot of things going wrong at home And he say well move out then without saying are you guys alright. That is a slap in my face/insult because I am trying. If it is that easy, I would have done it already. But it is not that easy. It is not enought that our life is being endanger by this man. And going throught that threating, the police, and getting that restrain order. Then when I thinking about this, I started to cry. We only got each other really. And we can only do so much.