Humph.
Well, that was fun to come home to.
I leave Los Angeles again, for a much needed break from society to figure out what to do with my life, and to hang out with Ashton only to come back to news that...
I WAS LISTED AS A MISSING PERSON AND ASHTON HAD A WARRANT OUT FOR HIS ARREST FOR POSSIBLE HOMICIDE.
A SEARCH WAS PUT OUT FOR ME IN THREE STATES: CALIFORNIA, ARIZONA, AND TEXAS.
And apparrently, it actually did get media attention, but just a little blip in Tucson.... *cringes* but still..............
You fucking idiots.
I keep trying to call the Southwest Division's detective office because I really, really want to know how a 5 day trip, that I TOLD TWO ROOMMATES ABOUT, got blown up into an idea that I got KIDNAPPED AND POSSIBLY MURDERED?
Who seriously had that idea in their heads? WHO?! Was it my cokehead roommates? Do you know how badly I'd like to file a fucking police report on these bitches for possesion of illegal drugs for this?
THEY WENT THROUGH MY STUFF. MY ROOMMATES --WENT THROUGH MY STUFF-- Aubry grabbed my box of Qtips that are like, from freshman year, and a pitcher with really old can of raspberry lemonade powder was sitting on the kitchen counter... I mean what the fuck, was this "Our roommate's dead! let's SCAVENGE for FREE SHIT!" day? MONTH? Because I have another story about these girls scavenging through other people's shit after leaving, well, in this case, getting kicked out of the house, but that's for later. I also have a story of how I got sexually molested in my own bedroom in that house, but I'll save that for later too.
My roommates went through my stuff AFTER LAPD KICKED DOWN MY DOOR and went through my stuff for "clues!" because my roommates thought that I had died in my bedroom.
Yes... this is what a USC education gives you.
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OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!! I mean seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1) I tell my roommate Laura that I'm leaving for Tucson and I'll be back in a few days.
2) I told my roommate Aubry that Ashton was coming over earlier in the day and that I'd be going to Tucson.
3) My roommates were obviously not worried until THE DAY OF THE POLICE REPORT and THE DAY LAPD KICKS THE DOOR TO MY ROOM DOWN TO SEE IF I'M ALIVE to call me to see where I was.
4) My phone died in Tucson because I left my charger in my room.
5) I have e-mail.
6) My parents are supposedly the ones who filed the police report.
1A) Unfortunately, she was probably the worst person to tell that to because, despite looking COMPLETELY SOBER and IN CONTROL of the situation, she had just come back home from a party and the friend she had brought with her was mugged by a guy who stabbed her friend with a rusty screwdriver. Apparrently the wound "wasn't that bad" because it only had a bandaid on it. The girl was frantic, half laughing, half crying (boy do I feel your pain). But for someone to take care of a mugging victim and walk them back home, you'd think they were in their right mind, right? Especially at first sight? I mean, I've seen Laura coked-out, and she did not look coked-out, espeically for someone who decided to walk home at night from a party. She did not look drunk, and I thought I knew what she looks like when she's drunk, but I guess I was wrong. Or maybe it's because she's slightly psychotic (true), or MAYBE she didn't want to be involved with the police so she lies about not knowing where I am or makes up some shit-filled fun family friendly story about me? Yes, see, this is why I'd like to have a talk with the detectives. I want to know who blew this up. Did my landlord call my parents? Did my roommates just simply not want to be involved? Did something happen at home that my parents were that desperate to get a hold of me that they filed a missing person report on me?
1B) Immediately after the girls went upstairs they started yelling at each other, so I -really- wanted to get the fuck out of there. Crazy bitches.
1C) Why is it that the one time I think it'll be okay to take a break from life, I come back to see that my world exploded because I wasn't there to suffer through it for five days. I mean, shit, people take quick trips to states next door all the time and only tell their friends or roommates in passing that they're going for a quick trip pretty often, I'm sure. People don't always leave written notes. I left a written note for Iowa because that's a pretty big trip. But Tucson is just an 8 hour drive. I would be back in less than a week. That's like driving up to San Francisco from Los Angeles. HOW DID THIS GET SO BLOWN UP?????? Answer: miscommunication. But I really can't even think this, this huge hullabaloo, is in anyway my fault. I'm trying to see it, trust me. I'm really trying hard to see how simply not writing a note that I was going on a quick trip, after telling my roommates, is my fault. Maybe it's my fault for believing that my roommates are in anyway intelligent? Maybe it was no one's, I don't know, I almost don't even care anymore, it's just completely STUPID.
2A) I'm pretty sure Aubrey was high since she smokes pot everyday, even in front of our landlord, who obviously doesn't give a rat's ass about what kind of people he leases his properties out to as long as they are WHITE, OR RICH, OR USC STUDENTS. Why did I think that she would still understand me or listen to me while high, even if she was a 7 year veteran of weed? *sigh*
3A) I checked my phone immediately when I got back and charged it up. Not one single call from any of my roommates until, interestingly, the day of the report. GEE, hmmmmmm... I think that if you were seriously concerned as to whether or not I was ALIVE, you'd be calling before the police came into your home to knock down your roommates door. Thanks for showing the love ladies!
4A) Huh. Some detective work there, eh? NO ONE THOUGHT THAT MY PHONE COULD HAVE SIMPLY DIED? No, they just thought -I- died. AAUGH. I hate discrediting cops... I'd like to take that back, but FUCK, I'm SO PISSED STILL!!! THEY THOUGHT ASHTON KILLED ME!!!
5A) Did anyone try e-mail? No. Not until April 26th. I don't check everyday, but lately, I check every other day because I'm jobhunting. STILL, MY PARENTS HAVE MY E-MAIL ADDRESS. MY SISTER HAS MY E-MAIL ADDRESS. SHE LIVES WITH MY PARENTS. WHY DIDN'T THEY E-MAIL ME IF I WASN'T ANSWERING MY PHONE? What if I lost my phone? What if I broke my phone? What if I just simply got busy job-hunting? Jeebus.
6A) I find this extremely unusual, because I have gone without calling my parents for two weeks, multiple times, and yes they will tell me they get worried because I didn't call but THIS TAKES THE CAKE. They have also e-mailed me in the past when I haven't called... soo??? What the fuck happened to make them freak out like this?!? FIVE DAYS? I swear I talked to my parents just a few days after Easter.. Let's say, April 19th? One week later, April 26th, they apparently filed the police report. I come back into town, from my break with society, at 1AM the very next day after the report was filed. This makes me think something bad happened at home (God no more shit please!!!!) or my landlord called them because my rent check bounced and he thought calling my parents for money would be a great idea, even though -I- am responsible for my lease, not my parents.
6B) Also, asshat, why is your number unlisted when you call me? I don't like that. I've had creepy people calling me recently with unlisted numbers, so I don't answer. Why didn't you try calling my roommates and telling them to tell me to call you? Why didn't you try e-mailing me? I'm almost positive you have our e-mails, but maybe not. Still, my roommates could have passed your message on to me. Oh that's right I forget, half the time they probably don't answer the phone, either, or are to high to want to deal with you.
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So, once again, I am moving out. I thought I would have landed a job by now. Once again I couldn't do well in school because I didn't have enough money to support myself. I'll be giving a call to my landlord tomorrow morning and work out a deal to break my contract, because I simply can't pay this rent. I haven't found a job yet and I could not live with these girls.
What follows next? Who knows? Thankfully a friend of mine and her roommates are being ridiculously kind to me and are allowing me to stay at their place for a few weeks until I figure out what to do with my life.
It's interesting, lately, just chatting with my friends, whether we were supposed to graduate but aren't or luckily ARE graduating, we are all questioning what this damned degree is good for. Well, heh, except for five of my friends: one guy is going to medical school to become a doctor, one girl is going to London with three or four of her friends to live there and pursue her Entertainment PR career dreams, another guy already landed a job in his fall semester with a business consulting company (oh my God the money), and the other is going to work for Christie's in either New York City or London.
Boy I feel inadequate.
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I leave Los Angeles again, for a much needed break from society to figure out what to do with my life, and to hang out with Ashton only to come back to news that...
I WAS LISTED AS A MISSING PERSON AND ASHTON HAD A WARRANT OUT FOR HIS ARREST FOR POSSIBLE HOMICIDE.
A SEARCH WAS PUT OUT FOR ME IN THREE STATES: CALIFORNIA, ARIZONA, AND TEXAS.
And apparrently, it actually did get media attention, but just a little blip in Tucson.... *cringes* but still..............
You fucking idiots.
I keep trying to call the Southwest Division's detective office because I really, really want to know how a 5 day trip, that I TOLD TWO ROOMMATES ABOUT, got blown up into an idea that I got KIDNAPPED AND POSSIBLY MURDERED?
Who seriously had that idea in their heads? WHO?! Was it my cokehead roommates? Do you know how badly I'd like to file a fucking police report on these bitches for possesion of illegal drugs for this?
THEY WENT THROUGH MY STUFF. MY ROOMMATES --WENT THROUGH MY STUFF-- Aubry grabbed my box of Qtips that are like, from freshman year, and a pitcher with really old can of raspberry lemonade powder was sitting on the kitchen counter... I mean what the fuck, was this "Our roommate's dead! let's SCAVENGE for FREE SHIT!" day? MONTH? Because I have another story about these girls scavenging through other people's shit after leaving, well, in this case, getting kicked out of the house, but that's for later. I also have a story of how I got sexually molested in my own bedroom in that house, but I'll save that for later too.
My roommates went through my stuff AFTER LAPD KICKED DOWN MY DOOR and went through my stuff for "clues!" because my roommates thought that I had died in my bedroom.
Yes... this is what a USC education gives you.
...
OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!! I mean seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1) I tell my roommate Laura that I'm leaving for Tucson and I'll be back in a few days.
2) I told my roommate Aubry that Ashton was coming over earlier in the day and that I'd be going to Tucson.
3) My roommates were obviously not worried until THE DAY OF THE POLICE REPORT and THE DAY LAPD KICKS THE DOOR TO MY ROOM DOWN TO SEE IF I'M ALIVE to call me to see where I was.
4) My phone died in Tucson because I left my charger in my room.
5) I have e-mail.
6) My parents are supposedly the ones who filed the police report.
1A) Unfortunately, she was probably the worst person to tell that to because, despite looking COMPLETELY SOBER and IN CONTROL of the situation, she had just come back home from a party and the friend she had brought with her was mugged by a guy who stabbed her friend with a rusty screwdriver. Apparrently the wound "wasn't that bad" because it only had a bandaid on it. The girl was frantic, half laughing, half crying (boy do I feel your pain). But for someone to take care of a mugging victim and walk them back home, you'd think they were in their right mind, right? Especially at first sight? I mean, I've seen Laura coked-out, and she did not look coked-out, espeically for someone who decided to walk home at night from a party. She did not look drunk, and I thought I knew what she looks like when she's drunk, but I guess I was wrong. Or maybe it's because she's slightly psychotic (true), or MAYBE she didn't want to be involved with the police so she lies about not knowing where I am or makes up some shit-filled fun family friendly story about me? Yes, see, this is why I'd like to have a talk with the detectives. I want to know who blew this up. Did my landlord call my parents? Did my roommates just simply not want to be involved? Did something happen at home that my parents were that desperate to get a hold of me that they filed a missing person report on me?
1B) Immediately after the girls went upstairs they started yelling at each other, so I -really- wanted to get the fuck out of there. Crazy bitches.
1C) Why is it that the one time I think it'll be okay to take a break from life, I come back to see that my world exploded because I wasn't there to suffer through it for five days. I mean, shit, people take quick trips to states next door all the time and only tell their friends or roommates in passing that they're going for a quick trip pretty often, I'm sure. People don't always leave written notes. I left a written note for Iowa because that's a pretty big trip. But Tucson is just an 8 hour drive. I would be back in less than a week. That's like driving up to San Francisco from Los Angeles. HOW DID THIS GET SO BLOWN UP?????? Answer: miscommunication. But I really can't even think this, this huge hullabaloo, is in anyway my fault. I'm trying to see it, trust me. I'm really trying hard to see how simply not writing a note that I was going on a quick trip, after telling my roommates, is my fault. Maybe it's my fault for believing that my roommates are in anyway intelligent? Maybe it was no one's, I don't know, I almost don't even care anymore, it's just completely STUPID.
2A) I'm pretty sure Aubrey was high since she smokes pot everyday, even in front of our landlord, who obviously doesn't give a rat's ass about what kind of people he leases his properties out to as long as they are WHITE, OR RICH, OR USC STUDENTS. Why did I think that she would still understand me or listen to me while high, even if she was a 7 year veteran of weed? *sigh*
3A) I checked my phone immediately when I got back and charged it up. Not one single call from any of my roommates until, interestingly, the day of the report. GEE, hmmmmmm... I think that if you were seriously concerned as to whether or not I was ALIVE, you'd be calling before the police came into your home to knock down your roommates door. Thanks for showing the love ladies!
4A) Huh. Some detective work there, eh? NO ONE THOUGHT THAT MY PHONE COULD HAVE SIMPLY DIED? No, they just thought -I- died. AAUGH. I hate discrediting cops... I'd like to take that back, but FUCK, I'm SO PISSED STILL!!! THEY THOUGHT ASHTON KILLED ME!!!
5A) Did anyone try e-mail? No. Not until April 26th. I don't check everyday, but lately, I check every other day because I'm jobhunting. STILL, MY PARENTS HAVE MY E-MAIL ADDRESS. MY SISTER HAS MY E-MAIL ADDRESS. SHE LIVES WITH MY PARENTS. WHY DIDN'T THEY E-MAIL ME IF I WASN'T ANSWERING MY PHONE? What if I lost my phone? What if I broke my phone? What if I just simply got busy job-hunting? Jeebus.
6A) I find this extremely unusual, because I have gone without calling my parents for two weeks, multiple times, and yes they will tell me they get worried because I didn't call but THIS TAKES THE CAKE. They have also e-mailed me in the past when I haven't called... soo??? What the fuck happened to make them freak out like this?!? FIVE DAYS? I swear I talked to my parents just a few days after Easter.. Let's say, April 19th? One week later, April 26th, they apparently filed the police report. I come back into town, from my break with society, at 1AM the very next day after the report was filed. This makes me think something bad happened at home (God no more shit please!!!!) or my landlord called them because my rent check bounced and he thought calling my parents for money would be a great idea, even though -I- am responsible for my lease, not my parents.
6B) Also, asshat, why is your number unlisted when you call me? I don't like that. I've had creepy people calling me recently with unlisted numbers, so I don't answer. Why didn't you try calling my roommates and telling them to tell me to call you? Why didn't you try e-mailing me? I'm almost positive you have our e-mails, but maybe not. Still, my roommates could have passed your message on to me. Oh that's right I forget, half the time they probably don't answer the phone, either, or are to high to want to deal with you.
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So, once again, I am moving out. I thought I would have landed a job by now. Once again I couldn't do well in school because I didn't have enough money to support myself. I'll be giving a call to my landlord tomorrow morning and work out a deal to break my contract, because I simply can't pay this rent. I haven't found a job yet and I could not live with these girls.
What follows next? Who knows? Thankfully a friend of mine and her roommates are being ridiculously kind to me and are allowing me to stay at their place for a few weeks until I figure out what to do with my life.
It's interesting, lately, just chatting with my friends, whether we were supposed to graduate but aren't or luckily ARE graduating, we are all questioning what this damned degree is good for. Well, heh, except for five of my friends: one guy is going to medical school to become a doctor, one girl is going to London with three or four of her friends to live there and pursue her Entertainment PR career dreams, another guy already landed a job in his fall semester with a business consulting company (oh my God the money), and the other is going to work for Christie's in either New York City or London.
Boy I feel inadequate.
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