OMG WORK
So, I have been out of school for a week. I had just caught up too, isn't that always the way? If anybody has some good advice or good liquor either or both will be appreciated. I am tackling this head on and doing my best. But its so overwhelming!! I mean every class is now catch-up and I still have to pick a room, pick a schedule and figure out the rest of summer. Oh and refix my sleep and eating schedule. And attempt to stay sane.
I had completely forgotten till it was the day, that the anniversary of Orlando's Suicide was on the tenth. So I'll post a picture of him. He was an amazing artist and a crazy guy. We had our fights and lots of them, but I considered him a good friend. It still shakes me down to the core he did what he did. I never seen more of a wreck of human beings then his parents on his funeral. I had the most surreal experience of my old highschool friends most I had avoided meeting in our friends basement as we used to sans Orlando after we found out and swapping stories. It felt like a premature high school reunion. I honestly don't know if a picture exists with me and him in it. Which kinda sucks. I want to visit his parents but never can, cause I know that means actively going somewhere that will make me cry my eyes out and that also sucks. But they miss him so desperately and I miss him too.
The house next to his used to have Donald Olivo in it. However, while Mal was dying this summer I found out from my mom that Olivo overdosed on Heroin and they found him dead in the back of the NJ transit. Olivo was prolly about 20. So on this one street that if I go home I drive past all the time is Olivos house and next to is Orlandos. It makes you feel like death is creeping up the street. Orlando's death still hits ahrd though. Jumping in front of a train? Damn.
Let's see happy thoughts. My aunt Bernadetta and uncle jeorge (not related to me really) have offered to let me stay with them for portions of the summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This rocks because they have money and no all their kids have grown up. I'm poor and homeless!
Also, I'm getting a shitty phone that at least works, so yay! Thank god for small favors.
I had completely forgotten till it was the day, that the anniversary of Orlando's Suicide was on the tenth. So I'll post a picture of him. He was an amazing artist and a crazy guy. We had our fights and lots of them, but I considered him a good friend. It still shakes me down to the core he did what he did. I never seen more of a wreck of human beings then his parents on his funeral. I had the most surreal experience of my old highschool friends most I had avoided meeting in our friends basement as we used to sans Orlando after we found out and swapping stories. It felt like a premature high school reunion. I honestly don't know if a picture exists with me and him in it. Which kinda sucks. I want to visit his parents but never can, cause I know that means actively going somewhere that will make me cry my eyes out and that also sucks. But they miss him so desperately and I miss him too.
The house next to his used to have Donald Olivo in it. However, while Mal was dying this summer I found out from my mom that Olivo overdosed on Heroin and they found him dead in the back of the NJ transit. Olivo was prolly about 20. So on this one street that if I go home I drive past all the time is Olivos house and next to is Orlandos. It makes you feel like death is creeping up the street. Orlando's death still hits ahrd though. Jumping in front of a train? Damn.
Let's see happy thoughts. My aunt Bernadetta and uncle jeorge (not related to me really) have offered to let me stay with them for portions of the summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This rocks because they have money and no all their kids have grown up. I'm poor and homeless!
Also, I'm getting a shitty phone that at least works, so yay! Thank god for small favors.