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2012 7 December :: 11.33pm
:: Mood: Disgusted but amused
:: Music: Led Zeppelin
So, after two weeks straight at Job Corps, I came home and actually relaxed a bit. I smoked up, which is nice, and I did some clear, blunt, and realistic thinking. When I look at my life objectively, I want to kill myself. Not literally, I just can't believe any of it. It's all been so stupid and a lot of it embarrassing. I can't help but laugh ( because otherwise I really might kill myself ), but for Christ's sake! Friends Don't Let Friends Date...fill in the blank! EWWW!!! I may really have to leave Job Corps because of this. I'm sure it will never be forgotten, but there's nothing I can do about that. Is it too late to salvage my pride? Hahaha! People suck so bad. I wish Brianna was around, honestly. She, at least, would be honest with me and keep me in line in her own way. Ah well. Guess I'm on my own from now on. That was working a lot better for me than getting involved with people.
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2012 7 December :: 8.05am
:: Mood: contemplative
JC
Anything I pass over the internet may be intercepted and given to authorities is necessary. I heard a rumor that someone got terminated from this program for posting somewhere on line how bad Job Corps sucks. So, if anyone from the US government/Job Corps system is reading this, FUCK YOU. This place can suck my dick. If I find out I have a better alternative when I go home this weekend, I am the FUCK out of here because I am NOT dealing with this bullshit. YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE DOING AND YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE STUDENTS/TRAINEES HERE. My bathroom room mate was telling me this morning about how last week one of the RAs came into her room around 1:30 in the morning and she was basically just creeping around in there staring at her. So the girl started sleeping at a friend's house because she was justifiably freaked out by that. Then Job Corps told her that since she's a resident, she HAS to sleep here. So she has been, but last night she put her desk in front of her door so no one would come in. But when someone checked on her, they told her she had to move it and she did. Then, around two in the morning, an RA and a male staff member went into her room, woke her up, and started yelling at her about the desk that wasn't even by the door anymore. These people are severly fucked in the head. Last night I was so depressed and so stressed out about everything I felt like my head was going to explode. I also have a friend here who has been cutting himself and taking shitloads of Adderoll, smoking weed ( which isn't a big deal ), and taking fucking cough medicine to get fucked up. I'm not mad at him for any of this because I can relate to him very well and very easily, having done all of that shit myself for years. It just makes me feel sad. I know there isn't much I can do. When you have issues like that, you're not going to stop unless you yourself want to. And I'm sure as hell not going to tell any staff members here about it. Not only do I not trust them AT ALL, it would always piss me off when people would rat me out to the staff when I was doing that shit in high school. I love this guy, though, as a friend and a little more, even though he doesn't feel the same, which is fine. My point is, I care about him a lot and I just wish he was happier, even though he is his biggest obstacle to that. ~sigh~ Oh well. Life sucks here so bad, I can't say I blame him. Anyone who was screwed up upon arrival here is only going to get worse the longer they stay. Fuck this place hardcore.
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2012 5 December :: 9.14am
:: Mood: pissed off
:: Music: Bush
JC ( Job Corps )
Also, even though I gave them my health insurance card, which is all the people in wellness told me to do if I didn't need/want MassHealth, they fucking signed me up for MassHealth because I'm from New Hampshire and " if I have to go to a doctor, they don't want to be sending me all the way to New Hampshire. " I told the woman, " I'm on my father's health insurance and I was living in Massachusetts until August and it was accepted by all the doctors I was seeing in Mass. " She actually fucking said to me, " Oh, I wish you'd explained that to me earlier. " WHY THE FUCK WOULD I HAVE HAD TO!?! WHY WOULD I THINK TO BE LIKE, " Oh, by the way... " I HATE THIS FUCKING PLACE SO MUCH!!!
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2012 5 December :: 8.51am
:: Mood: frustrated
:: Music: The voices of assholes
Job Corps
I hate this place so much. Not only am I stuck taking English classes where I don't do anything because I shouldn't be there ( the teacher knows this and said I can do whatever I want in class ), but I found out on Monday that there are no open spots in the trade I want to take. There won't be until people complete. The course is all self-paced so there is no way at all to know when spots will be open. So basically, I CAN'T accomplish anything I came here for. This place is Hell and I chose to come here and live in it to better my life and I can't even do that because of how fucked up the system is. My Enlgish teacher thinks I should take office administration first and then do pharmacy tech, but I beg to differ because I can't deal with this bullshit. My goal was to be out of here by June. That's eight months, more than enough time to get through what I needed to. But now I can't do that and I can't imagine being here even that long, not if I'm not doing what I actually want to, what I actually came here for. Back in Marlboro, MA, the school where I did my cosmetology course has a nine-week night course for pharmacy tech. Yes, you have to pay for it, and yes, I'd have to commute there a few times a week from New Hampshire, but when you compare that to what I am going through here, and consider that at Assabet it would take me about 2 and 1/2 months to complete the course whereas here it's going to take me God knows how long, then fuck this place! I could be done at least two times sooner at Assabet, get a job, work for a bit and then go to college like I was planning to after Job Corps, anyway, and NOT have to deal with all of this fucking bullshit here.
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2012 3 December :: 8.43am
:: Mood: contemplative
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In happier news, I am TOTALLY getting a Marx Brothers tattoo when I have the money! I can't believe I didn't think of that until now.
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2012 3 December :: 8.20am
:: Mood: aggravated
:: Music: None, unfortunately
Job Corps.
These people are seriously incompetent. This morning, they have me scheduled to do what they call a Winn Lab. I come into the classroom and follow the instructions on the board to get to the website. I ask the teacher if I'm on the right website and he says he doesn't know because he's just a substitute for the day. So I try to log on and I keep getting the message " Student not found. " I told the teacher but he didn't know anything about it. At that moment, another teacher walked in and he said I could ask her. So I did. She told me that unless you've been put in administratively, you can't log on. I told her I didn't know what I was supposed to do, in that case, and she said she didn't either. Oh, I am SO glad to be in a place that supposed to train me to have a working fucking life and the people in charge don't know what the hell they're doing! What the fuck is wrong with these people!?! Everyone told me this was a good decision for me and it would definitely be worth it. But is it? I have NEVER heard anyone say, " Job Corps was the best decision I ever made. " This is fucking bullshit. I came here to get my life in order and the people who are supposedly here to help with that don't even have the fucking program in order. I'm so aggravated right now. AND they have me scheduled for two periods of English classes I don't need and shouldn't have to take at all because I got the highest possible score when I took the reading placement test. WTF!?!
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2012 19 November :: 10.37pm
:: Mood: confused
Job Corps.
I'd also really like to know why the hell we can't access Facebook, or OKCupid, which are relatively safe sites when compared with CraigsList, which for whatever stupid reason, we CAN access. What the hell is wrong with these people?
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2012 16 November :: 1.39am
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: The soundtrack of my mind
Job Corps.
This week, I'm in a computer class at Job Corps. It's pretty good, which is a nice change from things being complete crap. The ridiculous thing is that, even though I wasn't one of the ones playing it, anyway, we are not allowed to play solitaire on these computers in our spare time. Why? Because even though the name itself means " solitary " which, in this context, means " a game you are playing alone, " we are not allowed to play it because the center director considers it " gambling. " What the shit is that!?!
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2012 24 November :: 5.36pm
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: Phantom of the Opera soundtrack
Westover Job Corps.
Another thing about this Job Corps: there is a staff member on center who gets VERY angry, or at least likes to give the impression that he does. He screams at us when he gets angry. And it's the kind of screaming that makes you think he's a psychopath. I'm sure it's meant to instill fear in us. But it doesn't because all he can do is scream. We could presumably sue the shit out of him or have him arrested if he ever physically hurt us. I don't think he would, anyway, because when he's not screaming, he seems like a nice enough guy. But at the last meeting we had where he was present, he got so angry that he kicked one of the metal, folding chairs over. That pisses me off for two reasons. One: Because the staff likes to put a TON of emphasis on what behaviors are and are not acceptable in a professional, working environment and clearly this guy has a job and isn't exhibiting professional behavior and yet has not been fired. So that's contradictory. The other reason it pisses me off is because work-environment aside, it is extremely hypocritical. If one of us trainees exhibited behavior like that, we would be required to take anger management or we would be terminated from the program. At least one staff member has said to us, " I wish I had known about Job Corps. when I was your age. " He said that in an effort to make us appreciate the shithole place it is. So I want to be like, " If you really want to understand, why don't you sit the fuck down and we'll talk down to you and treat you like lesser beings than us and THEN you can tell us how wonderful it is and how grateful we should be. " But, of course, it is a free, federal government program, so they can do whatever they want and we just have to take it. They could probably get the staff members cleared of charges if they raped a student/trainee.
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2012 24 November :: 10.26am
:: Mood: determined
:: Music: Tom Petty and stuff
Westover Job Corps.
So here's the deal: I've been enrolled at Westover Job Corps. center in Chicopee, MA since October 25, 2012. What led to me enrolling there is a combination of things. I didn't have my priorities straight when I tried going to college those two times and then my drug addiction and lack of prioritizing led to me squandering all the money I could have used for college. So now I'm Job Corps. It's a very sketchy place. Given that there are 620 ( at least that's what they told us ) trainees from the ages of 16-24 swarming all over the place and that Job Corps. is often a last resort for people and sometimes the only choice if you don't want to go to jail ( from what I hear ), a lot of the trainees are immature assholes. They run around campus and up and down the halls screaming, which is unnecessary, and it's always about nothing. Everyone is SO concerned about people saying bad things about them behind their backs. I've never understood that. So and so said something bad about you to someone. Why do you even care? How does that in any way impact what you're trying to do or how you plan to live your life? There is no reason to get into a fight about it and cause a huge scene that everyone is going to watch because it's just like watching TV in person. Everyone feeds off of each others pointless drama because apparently no one has a satisfying or interesting enough life to just shut the fuck up and get on with things. Almost everyone there has a severe attitude problem. Do they think they can behave like that if they even manage to make it through Job Corps. without getting terminated and get a professional job? And culture has made everyone talk like uneducated morons. I often wonder if people are still going to be saying things that don't make sense and sounding completely stupid when they are 40 and 50 years old. If some of the staff members are anything to go by, then unfortunately, yes, all of these idiots will still be outwardly projecting that they are idiots when they have all the influential life experience the staff ( or at least the center director ) likes to rub in our faces that they have. At the CPP luncheon, the center director said that she saw us as adults and would treat us like them. She then immediately contradicted herself by saying, " How many of y'all think you know more than adults do? " I'm sorry, but did you just tell us you saw as as adults and then imply that we aren't because we don't know as much as you? I SO wanted to raise my hand, but I knew it would just lead to more lecturing and bullshit, so I didn't. She was telling us, " I've been 16-24, I got a baby daddy, I know... " blah, blah, blah, telling us she and all the other staff have been through everything that we have, we are, and we will be going through. I very badly wanted to ask if she or any of the other staff have woken up on a dead body, but you know, contradiction and skepticism about what the staff thinks is very much frowned upon. Besides looking down on us, some of the staff members are straight up assholes. I went to their after-training-day art class on Veteran's Day and this male staff member, who is apparently the overlord of the Dungeons and Dragons club/class, came into the art room because some trainees were having a pizza party in the room they usually have D and D in. He was going to ask us to leave if we didn't have some kind of clearance to be in the art room ( where the hell else would art class take place? ), so I asked him if he wanted to see the booklet where it listed art class and he said, " Yeah, let me see it. " Mind you, the ONLY thing the booklet is is the schedule of the evening classes. So I pulled it out and started saying, " See, it says here that art class starts at... " And he cut me off and said, in a very rude and condescending way, " I'm quite aware of the schedule, thank you. " Then why the fuck do you want to see it!?! And why do you have to be a dick when I try and show you!?! He is an asshole. Don't get me wrong; there are some really cool staff members, too, but most of them don't understand us at all, despite what they say, and some are straight up condescending dickheads. I have been there for a whole month and I have essentially accomplished nothing. The staff likes to tell us not to complain because everything is free and if things were so bad there, we wouldn't still be there, but like I said, it's a last resort, and since when was anything free of particularly good quality? It sucks. Never, EVER run yourself into the ground so low that Job Corps. is your only option. And raise your children to think that way, too.
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2012 12 October :: 4.31am
:: Mood: bouncy
:: Music: Violent Femmes and Co.
Love?
Alright, so I met this guy through a dating website. I told him I was just looking for friends in the area, which was true. So we talked back and forth, in great detail, well thought out intelligent messages, not about sex or about things that don't let you get to know anyone at all, but about our own personal issues, what we're doing with our lives, how we feel about religion and other things. This all started on Sept. 30. I noticed he was cute, of course, and when I noticed that he was only 18, that peaked my interest, too. To be continued...
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2012 9 October :: 3.06pm
:: Mood: pissed off
:: Music: Korn-Issues
Fuck You!
I understand that smoking is a stupid addiction and it's my fault for not quitting, etc. And I understand that it's not my parents' responsibility to pay for my cigarettes. But today my dad took my mom's car and I'm not allowed to drive his unless my mom is with me. So I wanted to go around to a few places that have smokers' outposts and things, which would have taken like 20-30 minutes. But my mom is too " exhausted " to sit in the fucking car doing nothing for me to go around and do this. FUCK YOU!!! I wouldn't be so pissed if she didn't ask me to drive her every single fucking place that's further than 20-30 minutes away because she " can't " drive that far. So fuck her! If she can't so much a sit in the fucking car so I can get whatever I can to smoke, then she can drive her fucking self to Marlboro, MA every weekend like she wants to. Or to any doctor's appointments that are " too " far away. Fuck this bullshit!
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2012 7 October :: 12.26am
:: Mood: blah
:: Music: Explosions in the Sky
Lack of sleep/stability
I called a crisis hotline for the first time till I could stop crying hysterically. I need to sleep on a regular basis again. And seek therapy. Maybe some meds, as much as I don't like the idea.
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2012 6 October :: 6.00am
:: Mood: bouncy
:: Music: Everything I can think of
Stuff
The point of last night's entry was to say I cut myself. And I liked it, as I always do. And I know and am glad that people care, but if they don't like it, I don't give a shit. I know it's unhealthy and fucked up, but it's my thing. It has been for 11 years. And I don't cut veins. I think I might have once, because I bled a lot and my hand started to go numb, but I wasn't trying to kill myself and I just applied pressure and held my hand over my head till it stopped. I've had to get stitches twice from it. I permanently fucked up two of my tattoos because of it ( one on purpose, the other not paying attention to location ). Granted, they are two tattoos I regret and plan to get covered up, but still. I totaled my last car because of it. My point is, I enjoy it and that's that. The most fucked up thing is that I don't just like it when I'm upset. I like it when I'm happy, too. And I don't do it all the time like I used to. Once in a while. The sad thing is that I did it so much over the years that back in February, when I was having a mental breakdown on 900mg of DXM I gave myself 50 cuts. FIFTY! I counted. And when they healed, you couldn't even tell a difference from before I'd done them. People used to tell me, " Don't do it; it leaves ugly scars. " First of all I'm thinking, " Yeah, no shit, don't you think I went in to this knowing that? " And now I'm thinking, " At this point, it doesn't make any difference whatsoever. " Anyway, today ( which for me means the last 14 or so hours because I didn't wake up until 4PM ) has been pretty cool. My mom took me out for Burger King, where at least THEY have popcorn chicken. KFC can suck my dick for getting rid of theirs. I made an appointment for a manicure and a pedicure. This will be my first pedicure EVER. I'm also getting my blonde highlights redone. I used to love getting actual color put in my hair, but these days I never do. It's not natural. Neither are blonde highlights, but I feel better about them for some reason. And since you're getting color taken out and not put in, you don't need special, expensive, designer shampoo. I found a great hall or previously smoked cigarettes. I know it's gross to some people, but when you're addicted, taking butts out of ashtrays isn't really a big deal. It's the only way to recycle in New Hampshire, anyway. They don't believe in that kind of thing out here. Later, I was looking for something in my room and I found this Mario themed wallet I had stolen from Wal-mart back in Mass. I've never used in all the months I've had it and it was too long for a pocket and I don't carry a purse anymore, so I really had no use for it. I remembered this waitress at Applebee's...to be continued.
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2012 5 October :: 1.57am
:: Mood: Self-destructive
:: Music: Dark/sad
Life sucks
So life has been up and down lately. Yes, some of this is due to the fact that I have been avoiding sleep, but also, other things. And not sleeping allows me to feel what I knew was inside but couldn't feel when I was sleeping. I slept a lot in the past few days, but not much in the days prior, and I didn't sleep last night and clearly haven't tonight. But on Saturday, my best friend Jessica came over. I hadn't seen her in literally nine years and we picked up right where we left off. We talked ALL day and a lot of the night. We went and walked around the city a bit. I saw her smoke a cigarette for the first time. It was cool to me because when you've been away from someone for so long you can't imagine the things they've done that you haven't been there for. Like when i found out she lost her virginity. Of course it happened, but it seemed unreal because we hadn't been in contact when it happened. We met a really nice homeless girl and I gave her all my change and four cigarettes. She was cool. Told me I was a sweetheart and asked for my name. I hope I see her again. Her boyfriend was sitting on a bench, wrapped in a white blanket, looking so desperate and hopeless. It was sad. I've been trying to get in touch with the local homeless shelter, Hundred Nights, to volunteer, but no one answers the phones or calls back. I suppose I will just have to go down there some night. My application has been sent to the Westover Job Corps. center in Chicopee and according to my admissions counselor, Ms. Byfield, the should be calling me soon. I've been calling them, too, but again, to no one answering phones or returning calls. They'd better get back to me before August or I'm fucked. I really want to do Job Corps. before college because of the age limit for Job Corps. and because then I can be trained as a CNA, youth counselor or whatever the hell they call it now, AND a day care teacher. From there, I'd like to study creative writing, psychology, and philosophy. I'd also like to take keyboard/piano lessons at some point, and some dance. Before I get my teaching license, though, I want to save up and move to Florida. That is where I belong. I applied for a job delivering newspapers, so hopefully I get it, but I won't find out until Oct. 15 at the earliest. I've been applying and looking for plenty of other jobs, but none of them want me, the douche bags. Oh well. The only reason I need money is for cigarettes. I almost prostituted myself to some 45 yr. old the other day. How sad is that? Anyway, last Wednesday my mom and I went to visit Goose and Corey and I just had this awful feeling of realization. I wasn't even visiting them; I was visiting hunks of stone with their names on them. Will up date later maybe, Tired as HELL!
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2012 27 September :: 1.19am
:: Mood: Amazed
:: Music: The Cure
WoW!!!
Alright, so to start with, I am a member of the Plenty of Fish dating website. My profile on there clearly states that I am looking for a long-term relationship and that I am not interested in hook ups. Naturally, the only guys who contact me being there conversations with " Wanna hook up? " and they don't give a damn at all about who I am as a person. I decided that I did in fact have an urge to have sex with a man, and it didn't really matter who, so I did the easy thing; posted an ad in the " casual encounters " section on CraigsList. I got TONS of replies! It was a nice self-esteem boost, I have to say, however shallow. But it was ironic because every single guy that responded and obviously KNEW I was just looking to hook up showed a lot more interest in me as a person than any of the dickheads on Plenty of Fish. I replied to every single person the responded to my add. Every single one. It was actually fun and interesting. One guy kind of stood out because he was looking to take me out to dinner and for drinks and get a hotel room and everything. But as I kept exchanging e-mails with him, I wasn't getting a strong impression that he had considerations for my personality. So I think I'm just going to ignore him because since he's not particularly respectable, the only way I could justify sleeping with him would be if he was good looking, and he isn't, at least not enough so. This other guy impressed me because he introduced himself very respectfully and was honest and reminded me of myself. We ended up talking back and forth quite a bit and at the very least I have made a cool friend. Whether we sleep together or not, it doesn't matter. The third guy, well, he is something special. In my ad, I had mentioned that " I'm looking for some NSA/FWB fun with attractive, respectable ( and respectful ) men between the ages of eighteen and thirty. You must be disease free ( I am, too ) and you must be single or at the very least not married. Please send a picture with your reply. I'd like to get to know you a little first and if I like you, maybe we can have some fun. I cannot travel and can only host at certain times. " So we e-mailed back and forth for a while, without exchanging pictures, and started to get to know each other. He asked if I am instant messaging because it is so much quicker so I gave him my screen name. I told him that I appreciated him taking the time to get to know me and let me get to know him. He said that it was what I had said I wanted and he respected my wishes. So we ended up chatting for four hours and when we felt comfortable enough with each other, THEN we exchanged pictures. I told him that I hoped it didn't alarm him when I said that I was very much looking forward to running my hands over his body ( we had already both contested that we were willing to hook up with the other ). He said he was looking forward to it, too. So after we finished chatting
( he had to go to bed ), I was overcome with the most amazing feeling. Even if this is not some lifetime commitment or if it doesn't turn into a long-term relationship ( which is very well might because he clearly stated that he'd like this to be an ongoing thing ), I am just blown away. I feel like a giddy school girl, like I want to dreamily doodle his name all over a notebook! I haven't felt this way in years. I didn't even remember what this felt like. But now I do. And I am very hopeful because this is the same way I felt about Corey in the earlier stages of our relationship. I am ecstatic just because this has renewed my faith that I CAN still have feelings like this with someone who isn't Corey! And very ironically, this guy plays the drums, too! He even kind of looks like Corey! Not in the same way that guy I was in my last psych ward with did, but in a way where it's a good reminder of Corey but obviously a completely different person, if you can grasp what I'm talking about. I was looking at his picture and as I was looking into his blue eyes I was just.....drawn in. He is beautiful. And actually nice. And smart. And interesting and interested! In ME!!! No matter what comes of this, this is a beautiful, beautiful and I'm even willing to say miraculous thing. I just feel so much lighter now. And after such a hard, emotional day, him and my two other awesome guy friends just really boosted me up and I didn't even notice at the time that I was being boosted! Even if I were to never speak to this man again, I will cherish this experience for the rest of my life. It was breath-taking.
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