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i need to start taking my aderol more so posts like the one below won't keep happening! BUT LET ME TELL YOU what happened after that post! omg such such such such mayhem
i had just gotten into work and i was pissed so i wrote that. than as soon as i was done that work got INSANE. 3 kids had to be sent away for evaluation for suicidal/unsafe behavior. now usually theres like one student maybe 2 or 3 a week (we've stepped up the definition of suicidal/unsafe behavior at work because of all the attacks and stuff on campus) but 3 in the period of 2 hours. it was SO busy busy busy, cops running in and out, hospital psychiatrists and our deans and shit running everywhere. buuut its coo im good with that kind of stuff. i just dont ask questions, and let the councelors tell me what they need to tell me. as incompetent as they are at most stuff when it comes to student emergencies they are very good with student emergencies and student discretion. there was a point where I was sitting at my desk and a pair of scissors were sitting in an evidence bag next to me that I would have liked to have asked some questions but i held back!
than in the middle of all this mayhem my dad calls me, but its insanium in the cranium, dawg, at work so I ignored the. 2 minutes later he texted me asking him to call him back (my spell check just made texted a spelling error? wow behind them times!). I went to text him saying that I was in work and it was too busy for me to step out but than my brilliant mom decides to text me THESE EXACT WORDS
"your brother was mugged. call home asap"
now let me ask this to all those reading this: if you received this text what would YOUR initial reaction be? would it be... oh well thats not too big of a deal since shes texting it to me, she would have called! orrrrr would it be HOLY SHIT I SHOULD NOT HAVE IGNORED MY DADS CALL HOLY SHIT OMFMFMASKDFASDFGGGGGG! yeah mine was the latter too, but apparently my mom decided i would think the first one. i think she likes to over dramatisize things a tiiiid bit and usually i dont mind but not this time. and i knew right away what brother it was, cuz a.) john would never get himself into that kind of a mess haha and b.) the night before I had talked to mike on the phone when I was walking back from a party (cuz I was afraid that I was gonna get mugged walking back, ironic right?) at like 2 am and he was in baltimore at the time so, ya know its kind of 2+2=4 shit (mike out late, weekend means hes drunk off his ass, hes in baltimore AKA a ghetto ass town= it was him). so here i am sitting in the waiting room of the counceling center. and i am just like DONT PANIC JUST TELL THEM YOU HAVE TO LEAVE DONT PANIC DONT PANIC JUST GET UP EXCUSE YOURSELF FAMILY EMERGENCY AND LEAVE but i didnt realize by than i was standing in the corner completely freaking out and sobbing and panting and shit. i calmed myself down as much as i could, but as soon as i turned around to face the counselors i realized there was no way I could just get outta this easily.
let me tell you, when you're near a panic attack and just want to talk to talk to your brother and go home and make sure he's ALIVE the last place you want to be is the rowan university counseling and psychological services center. i got cornered by 2 counselors, one on each arm. I don't even remember what they said I just remember getting out the door pretty damn embarrassed but still completely panicked. I realized than that I couldn't go running around campus looking like I did. so i ran to the bathroom and locked the door so no one could get in. Calling my mom would be a bad idea, I just knew that, cuz as I said, over-dramatic, and thats the last thing I needed so I called up my dad. He answered with a VERY VERY calm hello which just made me feel like a complete idiot cuz I was a complete fucking mess. i think i must have yelled "DAD WHAT'S GOING ON!?" cuz all I got out of him was "woah woah woah everything's ok!" But ok can mean a lot of things and that didn't help much. I asked where mike was and he laughed because my assumption was right, and he said "he's fine, he got stopped last night by some muggers but all they did was take his wallet and his phone thats it." From there I went to panicky mess to crying little kid for about 2 seconds than straight to Hulk-angry hhaha. i dont remember the exact profanities and words I used and what order they were used in, but it was something relating to how I was going to kill my mom or break her cell phone or don't do this to me blah blah blah I hadn't really come up with that at the point.
Turns out my dad just needed our family credit card number from me so he could cancel it before anyone used it, so I headed back to my room and got that for him did all the cancelling and stuff. That's when I really really just fucking lost control though. Like, everything going on that day, all the stress of being late for class and being behind on my work and than that probably just made everything a whole lot worse, but i dont remember the last time I cried that hard, and my room mate never goes to class anymore so she was sleeping in the room so I had to go in the bathroom and shutup every time someone came in. that lasted about a half hour, than I just tried my hardest to calm down as much as possible (even though I was redder than a tomato) and head back into work. I called alicia on the way cuz I know somehow I could turn the whole thing into a funny story, cuz the whole day was such bullshit it was probably really funny and ironic. I talked to Mike that night online (they stole his phone too, but it was a really really shitty sidekick, and he had no money in his wallet or on his card so all they got were heavier pockets) and he said he cant remember any of it, he was really really drunk. When I called him he was in a taxi, so he assumed that he didn't have enough money to pay the taxi guy all the way or the taxi guy was just abig cunt and the guy mugged him once he got out of the car. he had some pretty big cuts on his face and some bruises, but I bet mike like it... made him look tough haha. Actually I KNOW he liked it. any chance of mike looking a little bit like jack bauer is a good chance for him.
even now though when I wrote some of this I got a little bit choked up. Yeah yeah its cheesy, but Mike's my best best BEST friend. If anything happens to me or him we've got each other's backs. Its that way for all three of us. we can't stand each other a lot of the times, but I know when the boys are fighting in maryland or if they have a problem theyll text me and I'll be that middle-man. and if I have a problem I can talk to them and they fix it, ever since Mike beat up Matt Tams in the back yard for making fun of me when we were 9 haha.
so that was MY friday. this weeks been great, worked ( I love my ornament job soo soo much its so much fun and pats like the easiest person in the world to talk to and work with. she doesn't enjoy talking constantly, like me, so theres no uncomfortable silences, just relaxed silence. and shes hilarious when she makes fun of the mall kids or the 45 year old moms that dress like theyre 17 or the kids dressed really badly or the creepy mall security) and monday i got ALL my work done for the rest of the semester that night so it's been easy street just waiting for stuff to end! home this weekend to work (last weekend of the semester but if you gotta work you gotta work! the moneys too good) and hang out with bgunz and tyyyyguy! ahh can't wait.
so thats life.
i had just gotten into work and i was pissed so i wrote that. than as soon as i was done that work got INSANE. 3 kids had to be sent away for evaluation for suicidal/unsafe behavior. now usually theres like one student maybe 2 or 3 a week (we've stepped up the definition of suicidal/unsafe behavior at work because of all the attacks and stuff on campus) but 3 in the period of 2 hours. it was SO busy busy busy, cops running in and out, hospital psychiatrists and our deans and shit running everywhere. buuut its coo im good with that kind of stuff. i just dont ask questions, and let the councelors tell me what they need to tell me. as incompetent as they are at most stuff when it comes to student emergencies they are very good with student emergencies and student discretion. there was a point where I was sitting at my desk and a pair of scissors were sitting in an evidence bag next to me that I would have liked to have asked some questions but i held back!
than in the middle of all this mayhem my dad calls me, but its insanium in the cranium, dawg, at work so I ignored the. 2 minutes later he texted me asking him to call him back (my spell check just made texted a spelling error? wow behind them times!). I went to text him saying that I was in work and it was too busy for me to step out but than my brilliant mom decides to text me THESE EXACT WORDS
"your brother was mugged. call home asap"
now let me ask this to all those reading this: if you received this text what would YOUR initial reaction be? would it be... oh well thats not too big of a deal since shes texting it to me, she would have called! orrrrr would it be HOLY SHIT I SHOULD NOT HAVE IGNORED MY DADS CALL HOLY SHIT OMFMFMASKDFASDFGGGGGG! yeah mine was the latter too, but apparently my mom decided i would think the first one. i think she likes to over dramatisize things a tiiiid bit and usually i dont mind but not this time. and i knew right away what brother it was, cuz a.) john would never get himself into that kind of a mess haha and b.) the night before I had talked to mike on the phone when I was walking back from a party (cuz I was afraid that I was gonna get mugged walking back, ironic right?) at like 2 am and he was in baltimore at the time so, ya know its kind of 2+2=4 shit (mike out late, weekend means hes drunk off his ass, hes in baltimore AKA a ghetto ass town= it was him). so here i am sitting in the waiting room of the counceling center. and i am just like DONT PANIC JUST TELL THEM YOU HAVE TO LEAVE DONT PANIC DONT PANIC JUST GET UP EXCUSE YOURSELF FAMILY EMERGENCY AND LEAVE but i didnt realize by than i was standing in the corner completely freaking out and sobbing and panting and shit. i calmed myself down as much as i could, but as soon as i turned around to face the counselors i realized there was no way I could just get outta this easily.
let me tell you, when you're near a panic attack and just want to talk to talk to your brother and go home and make sure he's ALIVE the last place you want to be is the rowan university counseling and psychological services center. i got cornered by 2 counselors, one on each arm. I don't even remember what they said I just remember getting out the door pretty damn embarrassed but still completely panicked. I realized than that I couldn't go running around campus looking like I did. so i ran to the bathroom and locked the door so no one could get in. Calling my mom would be a bad idea, I just knew that, cuz as I said, over-dramatic, and thats the last thing I needed so I called up my dad. He answered with a VERY VERY calm hello which just made me feel like a complete idiot cuz I was a complete fucking mess. i think i must have yelled "DAD WHAT'S GOING ON!?" cuz all I got out of him was "woah woah woah everything's ok!" But ok can mean a lot of things and that didn't help much. I asked where mike was and he laughed because my assumption was right, and he said "he's fine, he got stopped last night by some muggers but all they did was take his wallet and his phone thats it." From there I went to panicky mess to crying little kid for about 2 seconds than straight to Hulk-angry hhaha. i dont remember the exact profanities and words I used and what order they were used in, but it was something relating to how I was going to kill my mom or break her cell phone or don't do this to me blah blah blah I hadn't really come up with that at the point.
Turns out my dad just needed our family credit card number from me so he could cancel it before anyone used it, so I headed back to my room and got that for him did all the cancelling and stuff. That's when I really really just fucking lost control though. Like, everything going on that day, all the stress of being late for class and being behind on my work and than that probably just made everything a whole lot worse, but i dont remember the last time I cried that hard, and my room mate never goes to class anymore so she was sleeping in the room so I had to go in the bathroom and shutup every time someone came in. that lasted about a half hour, than I just tried my hardest to calm down as much as possible (even though I was redder than a tomato) and head back into work. I called alicia on the way cuz I know somehow I could turn the whole thing into a funny story, cuz the whole day was such bullshit it was probably really funny and ironic. I talked to Mike that night online (they stole his phone too, but it was a really really shitty sidekick, and he had no money in his wallet or on his card so all they got were heavier pockets) and he said he cant remember any of it, he was really really drunk. When I called him he was in a taxi, so he assumed that he didn't have enough money to pay the taxi guy all the way or the taxi guy was just abig cunt and the guy mugged him once he got out of the car. he had some pretty big cuts on his face and some bruises, but I bet mike like it... made him look tough haha. Actually I KNOW he liked it. any chance of mike looking a little bit like jack bauer is a good chance for him.
even now though when I wrote some of this I got a little bit choked up. Yeah yeah its cheesy, but Mike's my best best BEST friend. If anything happens to me or him we've got each other's backs. Its that way for all three of us. we can't stand each other a lot of the times, but I know when the boys are fighting in maryland or if they have a problem theyll text me and I'll be that middle-man. and if I have a problem I can talk to them and they fix it, ever since Mike beat up Matt Tams in the back yard for making fun of me when we were 9 haha.
so that was MY friday. this weeks been great, worked ( I love my ornament job soo soo much its so much fun and pats like the easiest person in the world to talk to and work with. she doesn't enjoy talking constantly, like me, so theres no uncomfortable silences, just relaxed silence. and shes hilarious when she makes fun of the mall kids or the 45 year old moms that dress like theyre 17 or the kids dressed really badly or the creepy mall security) and monday i got ALL my work done for the rest of the semester that night so it's been easy street just waiting for stuff to end! home this weekend to work (last weekend of the semester but if you gotta work you gotta work! the moneys too good) and hang out with bgunz and tyyyyguy! ahh can't wait.
so thats life.