Late-night entry

Monday, 3:24am
Listening to: "Having a Bad Day" by Blue Flannel & "Vitamin R" (acoustic) by Chevelle

It was a crazy-ass weekend. "Having a Bad Day" pretty much describes how I felt the entire fucking weekend.

Friday, I get done w/work & Shaun tells me that Erica (the neighbor from HELL) isn’t moving out on Monday. Instead, Chase is going to be her roommate, so she can afford to stay. This just pissed me off. Chase came over & I just wanted to scream at him but didn’t b/c I know I had no right. His place sucks & I can’t blame him for wanting to get out of there. Plus, he’s been through some really hard times lately, so I didn’t want to make him feel worse.

Rebecca comes over & I make the stupid decision to drop the rest of my cash ($7) on alcohol to get wasted w/Rebecca & forget about how angry I am about the whole situation. Didn’t work. Not long after I started drinking, I started feeling sick (not from the alcohol, more from lack of sleep, food, stress). Rebecca crashes at our place for the night. Jon goes down to spend the night w/Erica. (There are not enough words to express how disappointed I am in Jon for "hooking up" w/her).

Wake up early Saturday morning (after falling asleep on the living room floor–again, not b/c I was drunk. I didn’t even get buzzed. Fell asleep watching Orange County, actually) & make eggs & blueberry muffins for breakfast for Rebecca & I. She takes off, I fall back to sleep.

Fast forward. Saturday night Shaun & I get into a huge fight about Erica, among many other things (NYDB). Shaun accuses me of only disliking her b/c she’s a slut. I insisted this wasn’t true. I told him it’s b/c I’ve always gotten bad vibes off her & she’s in the process of self-destructing. Problem is, she’s trying to take everyone down w/her. Fight ends. Erica’s loud at 11:30pm, I call the cops. Someone begins banging on Erica’s door & ringing her doorbell endlessly at 3:15am. I call the cops again.

Fast forward. Sunday night. I’m nearly done closing when Shaun asks if he can come over & talk to me. Apparently Erica went psycho on Shaun’s ass while I was at work. Guess Jon found an empty coke bag outside her door. She shoved her way into our place. Shaun told her to leave. She stood out in the hall & screamed "Fuck you, Shaun D!". Then went down to her place & kept screaming it loud enough for him to hear. She started breaking things & throwing them against the wall & screaming. Shaun calls the cops. They threaten her & tell her they know she’s hiding something.

I fight the urge to tell Shaun "i told you so". Succeed.

Neighbors are talking about there being undercovers watching our building the last two days.

I’m getting too old for this. I’m 26. I want to settle into a quiet life. I’ve never been too much for raising hell past the age of 20. Chase has backed out of moving in w/her so my fingers are crossed that she will still be moving soon… then I don’t have to constantly be reminded of her whenever I’m home.

I love acoustic music. It reminds me of being 13 years-old & laying in my bed, listening to my brother play in the next room as I drift off to sleep. One of the few warm, comforting, peaceful memories I have from my childhood.

Well, my wrist is aching from writing all this. (Sorry for all the drama..)

Peace.