Molestation, the Catering Job, and the Promiscuous Bounce House *plz excuse the retarded blurp of emotion at the end of post*
On Saturday, I went to renae’s birthday party which was at king’s super buffet - so yummy.
Then nicole, vanessa, ben macheila (from WCS and work), and I went to Ross where I got two pairs of black pants (a nice pair that I needed for the catering job and one for casual wearing). Then ben drove me to the mall and dropped me off there *how sweet.*
I got a white button-up long-sleeve and adorable suede black heels from charlotte russe, both that I also needed for the catering job.
While waiting in the longest line of my life, I decided that I wanted underwear, since the bin was so close to the line and I could easily step back into the line when finished.
So I’m looking through and have picked out some cute ones that I liked and all of a sudden I hear this voice saying, “Christine.”
I look up and there’s FL austin with his sister, shopping.
He comes over to me, hugs me, and starts talking to me.. or, not really saying much and trying to.
He’s like, “so what’s up,” and I feel my face start to flush b/c I was surprised, and of all people, I did not want
austin to see what my dresser drawers would soon contain and what cute patterns would hug my hips and curve around certain areas, *ahem, ahem.*
I was like, “..uh, nothing.. Just looking at underwear..” and then he goes, “what? There’s nothing wrong with that,” and laughs.
Me - thinking, “get the hell away from me you freak!”
After some silence, he said, “..we still don’t have anything to talk about..” and laughs. I was like - uh yeah, of course.
He reached out and tugged at my shirt playfully near my belly button a few times.. I was like *EEK! don’t touch me! MOLESTER! MOLESTATION!”
He finally left me alone, I paid and left the store.
it was so WEIRD.
Ugh, I wish I had had daniel with me.
I then went to tyler’s parent’s party to help cater.
His parents host this party every year for his dad’s company friends. tyler’s sister, who is much older, caters the party *Special Occasions Catering* and tyler helps out. They needed some more assistance, so tyler had nicole, me, jamie, josh parsels, and will smith to help out with the tasks.
It was so much fun - even the working. I was in charge of the table of sushi and “oyster shooters” for the beginning of the party. It was rather exciting seeing some of the prim of society throw back shots of soy sauce, sour cream, caviar, seaweed salad, and of course, oysters.
Then I took around some trays of desserts like chocolate covered strawberries and chocolate dipped apricots.
I got to sample some of the food throughout the night - sneaking it half the time until I got to eat when the party was slowing down and guests were departing.
Then I washed some dishes then went hunting and gathering for dirty plates, glasses, and silverware and disposed of them at the dishwashing station. I really was delighted in how tyler’s sister called the dishwashers “sanitation engineers.”
Josh and Will were hilarious throughout the night and we all throughly enjoyed ourselves.
I wonder what we’re getting paid.
I’m guessing a nice amount since it was for such a nice party and tyler’s family is mucho rico – they have the most gorgeous house, as you already know through my earlier noting in a previous post that dates back to the era of robert, and other several houses *or guest house
s* along their own private alleyway; the party was conducted everywhere about their property.
And to add some several cherries on top, they also had a valet service *where they had the road closed to the public*, a piano player, a caricaturist, and even a fortune teller *all to go with the theme of the party, of course - “Adventure into the Unknown.”*
OMG - my feet were KILLING ME. Would I do it again in those shoes? Of course - they were too cute.
Some girls really do kill for beauty.
Today, I went to 9 a.m. mass (omg - I know) so that I could go to emily’s party in Dreher park and “help out” (aka: hang out with the guys and give a hand only when needed). Emily is dan’s niece, the daughter of his much older sister.
Did I tell you that dan is adopted? yeah -
so adorable.
Dan, eric, and damion picked me up at 11, right as mom and john were leaving for church, which is really good b/c mom can never meet damion b/c she’ll get all judgmental b/c he has his ears and eyebrow pierced. She can never judge based upon the inside - she has to look on the outside and base
everything upon that. This
sucks.
*as christians, aren’t you supposed to
not judge??* so, what does mom have to say to that? and allen has his eyebrow pierced,
dot, dot, dot - YEAH.
Jeff and aaron were also there, sharing the equality of merriment.
We played in the bounce house that was rented (it could have been promiscuous.. if we had done something about it ;-) oh well, I’d like to believe that it was b/c the opportunity was open for the drama, we just decided not to take action. But wouldn’t that have been so cute for daniel as a memory of his first kiss {did I tell you that he hadn’t had his first yet? I think that’s
so cute}, and our first kiss together, to be in a bounce house?! aww..), played with a nerf vortex, a football that whistled while flying great distances in the air, ate, and enjoyed each others’ company.
The ‘rents picked me up earlier than the party was planned to end (at 5ish - I had to leave at 3) – she’s been so PISSY about the math test I had failed last week.
I fa-reaking HATE math and her stupid judgements towards my scholarly excellence, or lack-there-of, I guess.
I feel so oppressed.
Can’t I just live out my friendships, and relationships, as long as I want? Why is that such a problem...?
I just want to live
my way. I don’t want to live my youth in regards to her requests; I don’t want to waste my adolescence away b/c you want to shun me from everything.. from everything that I have mostly already experienced.
She tells me, and I quote her verbatim on this, that “they aren’t King’s kids.” well wtf?! Is it really my fault that I find the people of greater artistic intelligence, that is, other than what is projected in visible form, more interesting and appealing to who
I AM?!Like I have explained with kids from the school of the arts - these type of kids are my people –
MY PEOPLE. You’ve even said it
yourself. So how can you dare deny me of that rare privilege of finding these people and then passing such harsh judgement on them that makes it impossible to make you happy for me to hang out with them! I thought my happiness was a valuable thing - I thought maybe you
at least cared, even just a little bit.
But, I know that from before, of course you don’t.
You think, “ok, as long as my baby is inside this house, locked up and away from disasterous people, she can never be touched.” well, you obviously haven’t gotten the clue that my mind gets to me easier, quicker, harder and worse than any other obvious damage.
You don’t even know that I used to abuse myself..
And it was for reasons like this.
Do you wish to continue your actions and end up bringing more harm to me?
Hey, all I’m sayin is that it’s your choice.
Well, we might be back to square one.
Let me be who I want and maybe I’ll let you know who I am.
*...you still don’t know me.. you just don’t know me at all.*
I’m beginning to cry.
~I’ve been bleeding for days,
but you can’t see,
you don’t want to feel, you don’t care for me.
you refuse to look past my mask;
you swim in the shadow of my silhouette, but you’d never guess you were dwelling in the aftertaste of my black tears.
tell yourself you know everything, inside and out.
But all you know is the surface and the surface tells of nothing.
These bruises show my insides are leaking out.
You refuse the fact that there’s so much black.
You think I’m emotionless, you treat me like I’ve never been hurt.
Well this one says he has and has the hole to prove it;
no heart and nothing to put back in it’s place,
it remains empty and cold.
The ignorance floats above the conception of gullibility,
and you take it in pride.
You’ll never return the feeling of guilt for me b/c you’ve never had it in the first place.
You don’t know who I am, therefore, you don’t know of what you should regret.
If you only knew, oh wow would you flip.
You’d send me straight to therapy, thinking that I need it now, and when I actually did cry for help, you couldn’t hear my suppression of desperation.
You couldn’t hear the cut and you didn’t see the slip;
You asked but believed what I told you.
I can’t believe you believed me when I said I dropped incense on my wrist.
How stupid are you really?
You know, I used to keep a journal of what days I was depressed and for what reasons.
I even included how many times I cried.. and other things pertaining to that nature.
But you don’t know.. And I don’t care.
It may be better this way. I don’t want to give you a heart attack - I know you’d resent it.
You’d hold it against me and drag it through all of my future, skipping what’s important in the present, skipping anything that’s necessary for later understanding and conception.
But, of course, like it matters to you anyway.~
happy
irritated
not sure
down
lucky