My mom and sister leave at five o'clock in the afternoon this Monday; I had already planned to go out that day but it seems I might have to either come home early to see them off or not even leave the house at all.
I'm getting the chance to finally be by myself this week. My dad has gone out of state for the army and my mom and sister are going to Mexico to see our relatives. I opted out of joining to take advantage of an entire week by myself.
I've fantasized about getting to do what I most desired as a teenager. Home alone with booze and weed, going out to friend's houses and sleep over without my parents saying no, having girls over and having sex with them before going to bed and doing it again after waking up, eating whatever I want, almost anything you would've seen on any Home Alone film if Macaulay Culkin was twenty one rather than seven.
The moment I knew this was going to be cemented I immediately sent a text to one of my best friends Roberto Para. I texted him with the expectation he'd be coming back in time to spend the week with me getting fucked up and getting fucked. He's been in Mazatlan for school since last July, only having returned back in March to fill out transfer papers to attend CSUN in the fall.He and I saw each other nearly every weekend he was here and we smoked weed every time. I wanted to do that again. Unfortunately he doesn't come back until the end of July, so that's off the table.
I could call Laura, she and I are always smoking pot on our meet ups. Usually I'd have some on my person to share with as a courtesy to her so that she doesn't feel like I'm mooching off of her. This time I would be; I don't have any drugs, nor a dealer, and she between the two of us is the one who can buy booze. What exactly do I have? That's something to revisit later.
No way I could see Zack; he doesn't answer his Kik, facebook, nothing. The only thing he'll answer is his door, and I don't think he can go anywhere after that if he does. But that seems like the only thing I can do.
Abel and Ozzy? Abel is in San Francisco and Ozzy is leaving for a convention this weekend.
But that's all something to figure out on Sunday. Tomorrow I'm going to see my sister receive her diploma. And I have the same emotion that I had about my own ceremony: I don't care. She seems happy to be receiving her diploma, but she always had a guarantee for that prize. And looking back, it really was the easiest part of my life. I know because I met Giselle.
If I new that at the end of high school I was gonna meet the best person in the world, I would not have cared about pleasing the people I killed myself for. I would've focused on my work, not cared about the popular kids, parties, or anything like that I would've had it better. (But at the same time what happened then helped shape me into who I'm slowly becoming, which is also who Giselle was attracted to).
Alicia did her absolute best and it was good. I'm happy for her if she needs me to be, but I really don't care about her school, her classmates, most of her teachers or even the building itself. I really don't want to be there, but it's only a few more hours that I realistically have to spend around that shit.After-which I don't have anymore business there and I'm free. I can see either Keller, Werhem or Meyer outside of school and not have to set foot back in the school. Plus if I go with mom tomorrow we're all going to Outback Steakhouse right after, so that's a plus.
