Possible hope....

Well I fount out where the bed bugs kept coming from...my text books and notebook...yes they got into those.

I threw them all away and have soaked where the bag (Which was outside of my room) down with some insecticide I bought that killls the little bastards deader then a door nail.

My mother is bringing some powder down they used called DE, it is nothing but ground up shellfish which when they crawl through it ..it sticks to their skin and causes them to dry out and die.

Needless to say my room is going to become soaked in the stuff here soon and I have the OK of the housing department to use it.

I swear Ms.Sledd I am honestly at a loss of words at this point.

I am honestly thinking of going to seek the help of a counselors after this cause I think I have a touch of PTSD....I still wake up in the middle of the night in sweats thinking the guys are crawling on me.

God...my first term at college has been hell! and not even my classes !

Totaled I have thrown away due to these little fuckers....

One tv
Three back packs
D&D Books
A night stand
An I pod dock
An Office Chair
Some of my sanity
My Text Books
My note book
Some pens
Some more of my sanity

And 2000 dollars and counting at the moment.

I am at my wits end I really am...

Read this post...and youll understand why i skipped one...

I know this is going to be a depressing post but I gota vent somewhere...

So 5 or 6 weeks ago I fount out me and my room mate had bed bugs. We bag are shit up and head the fuck out...

Go home find out they have them...help treat my parents house up down and all around for a total of 300 bucks...they havent seen the first one nor been bitten...

Come back from my vacation and sit in my FUCKING AWESOME office chair and find one on my leg, check the chair and its swarming with them I mean HORRENDOUS infestation.

Send the housing office an email, next day get told I am moving to a whole new room and I have to re do all my laundry and all my shit. I end up staying up for 37 hours trying to get moved, finish homework, and wash all my clothes...I also throw away a tv, my night stand, D&D books, and an ipod dock...

Move into new room and get situated everything is fine.

Last monday I wake up to an itch on my chin, thinking its nothing I scratch it, low and behold its a bed bug ON MY FACE....

I flip the fuck out and send housing another email...

They move me back out and into another room and charge me 1300 dollars......

I am like fine as long as this gets rid of them...one of the housing people then helps me to wash ALL my shit again multiple times ...this was friday....

Well today I go to study with some friends in the library as I set my bookbag down to at the table....guess what I see crawling up saying HA HA you cant get me fucker! A BED BUG...

At this point I literally went super sayjinn.......I threw the bag so hard it went through the wall and I raged, I also punched the elevator doors so hard that they're now dented multiple places...I black out and come to driving back from wal-mart...I was so angry

That feels a little better to vent all that out some...sorry for the long post, pray to god you never deal with these little fuckers...

Danny Cox RIP 2010

So last night I got the phone call that my grandpa has finally passed away....

To be honest him were never that close but, we had our own unique relationship so to speak. He was always good to me and never gave me hell.

He even cracked jokes about me getting busted for being high around my parents!

I miss him so much I really do....

I used to call him Papa

and I remember when I was a little kid he was outside in the garden and he was working near the garage and I was next to the water hose...I decided to soak him with the water hose and I SOAKED him....he was so angry it was scary....he took me and beat my ass nearly blood red...I couldnt sit down for 2 week !

Well I was spending the week there and the last day there he took me out for chicken littles at kfc and acted like nothing had happen....

I also remember he took me to see the lion king and after we watched he went and bought me the soundtrack and I played it so much I about broke it !

I still have that cd and I am listening to it right now....

Last time I went home he made me promise....to finish college and keep my shit straight....not fail, not get arrested, to do the best I can....it was one of the first few times hes ever truly talked with some determination in his voice to me...

Man its been a roller coaster of emotions and trying to keep everything together this semester. I so hope that next semester is calmer I really do lol.

Toodles..

Drinking is one of the worst ideas in the world

So this past weekend and the plausible weekend why I missed class today was a old friend of mine came to visit.

We went and bought about 60 dollars worth of booze and went on a massive trip around marietta and atlanta areas.

It was pretty epic.

We return to spsu and proceed to drink.

In total from what I am told I consumed

1 5th of Captain Morgans

Half a bottle of vodka

6 Guinness

2 or 3 White russians

2 Smirnoff ice

and 3 shots of wild turkey.

I am amazed I am still alive at this point in time.

Needless to say my tolerance has been shot to shit since I came to college due to homework etc. (i only drink when I have nothing to do the next day and time to recuperate)

Sunday/Today has been one of the most god awfullest hangovers I have ever experienced in my adult life.

The world hated me and I hated it right back.

I am also told that I attemped to do some pretty horrible things saturday night that I honestly do not remember at all. Saturday from 9 pm onward is one humongous blur and a half

I swear I am never ever getting that drunk again. It was horrible and horrifying. I guess with the bullshit that has happend over the past few weeks the stress finally got to me and well booze was the answer for a little bit.

I am still slightly hungover to this day from the massive drinking spree I had that night. I apologize for missing your class but Ms.Sledd, I never knew I could ever get that drunk to be honest.

And this is coming from the guy who once drank 36 beers in one night and was fine the next day. Damn I am getting old!