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so my strep throat is finally feeling better. thats good, yes yes. haven't been too much fun this past week cuz i've been grumpy cuz i was sick and jesse was sick too with some kind of stomach flu so we've just been bumming around his house watching movies but we're both pretty healthy now so that's good.
i loathe school. but who doesn't? i have a job interview march 2nd. woo. it's for server at this local rich people's wicked nice nursing home. shouldn't be too bad. and i'd only have to work at meal times. i would be surprised if i didn't get the job. but with my luck i won't get it. i've been looking for almost three months now and have come up with nada.
i think i hit josh's car last night. wait no i know i did. i was backing up jesse's huge ass Yukon Denali (ok this thing is freakin huge it is not my fault i can't see crap when backing up) and i could tell i kinda hit something and i was like oh shit and went out to look if i did any damage to jesse's car. it was dark but i couldn't see any so i looked at josh's and i had like scraped some of the paint off and dented a little bit of the back, or so i could see in the dark. so i am walking back around to get back in jesses car and jesse comes out and asks what i'm doing and i didn't tell him. so now i feel so guilty. but i am keeping quiet for several reasons
- josh's car is really old like an 80-something and he wants to get a new car anyways and he hasn't even been driving it for the past few weeks cuz he has a flat tire
- i obviously do not have the money to pay for it
- i don't know how to apologize
- there is no damage done to jesse's car
i went out this morning to look at jesse's car and there was streaks of red paint on his bumper and on the side of his car, but no scratches or dents. i tried scrubbing the red paint off but no luck. so then i was freaking out thinking i am so gonna get caught so i tell my mom and she gives me this scrubber thing and this super cleaner thing and i go back out and scrub it off and it worked. but i feel soooo guilty. if they ask me about it i will probably tell them. i know i am being a crappy friend :-/
in other news, i was just sorta thinking about it and i am going to try harder to be a nicer person (yeahhh after this whole josh's car thing blows over). cuz i am too sensitive. i don't want people talking about me, i get really offended. so i don't want to give anyone reason to talk about me behind my back. so i am going to try to be super nice.
and oh it was pretty scary last night i was at jesse's (he lives with his sister and her husband, who are currently separated) and amy (his sister) came by the house cuz her and her husband are getting back together, or trying to. and they got in a big fight and he started flipping out and swearing and yelling about him being the devil and he's going to hell, saying this stuff about himself (they are a REALLY REALLY strict christian family) all in front of the kids who were all bawling and then he started pushing her it was scary. So Jesse and I went out there and Jesse told Jon to calm down and Jon said he's about to rip Jesse's fucking head off and Amy is standing there crying cuz he's pushing her and he is pissed and throws her out the front door and slams the door on her. he phsycially pushed her out, with force. and so she is on the other side of the door bawling and her stuff is all scattered on the ground cuz he threw that out too. jesse goes upstairs to follow jon and talk to him and i go outside and pick up amy's stuff and listen to her and try to calm her down and put her in the car cuz jesse and i were gonna bring her to wear she was staying. i sat with her in the car for awhile while jesse talked to jon then we brought her home. i was shaking i didnt really know what to do but i acted really calm. i had never been scared of Jon til last night. he has such a bad temper.