Friday, January 30, 2009

A game like thinger (stolen from Westy!)

okay, this part I copied and pasted: The first six people to respond to this post will get something made by me.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

- What I create will be personalized and intended for you.

- It’ll be done this year (2009).

- You will have no idea what it’s going to be. It may be a poem, a story or article collection, a food item, an herbal mix or tea or incense, a recipe collection, a piece of jewelry, or anything in between! Who knows? Not you, that’s for sure!

The catch? You have to put this offer in your journal or blog as well, and make six things for your friends!

This part is totally ME except I can't get the Italics to turn off... damn it... so I'll make it BOLD.

okay, I got the italics turned off, but decided to keep this part in bold so you will READ IT. thanks!

Okay, so I'm gonna do my bestest to follow through assuming that people actually want to participate. I'm not really that creative in the kitchen, and I sure as hell don't know how to make incense, but there is a fair bit I CAN do, given enough time and some cash in a craft store. I'm not the best about getting stuff in the mail (sorry anyone who didn't receive their Christmas cards... those are still sitting on my shelf, I never did get around to getting stamps...)

Anyways, with the time line of the whatever being received, and who knows, maybe I'll write a poem? except, probably not, cause I haven't been doing much of that lately. Maybe a blog? eh... not really a blogger though I do have a digital camcorder I've never used... who knows, I'll think of SOMETHING, assuming that people actually want to participate.


Monday, January 26, 2009

musical survey stolen from myspace

Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and press play. Use the song titles that come up to answer each question.


How does the world see me?
Overweight- Blue October.


Will I have a happy life?
Alone, Together- The Strokes.

What do people really think of me?
Bad Scene and a Basement Show- Less Than Jake

Do people secretly lust after me?
So Nice, So Smart- Kimya Dawsone

How can I make myself happy?
Retro Vertigo- Mr.

What should I do with my life?
Ramona- Guster


Will I ever have children?
Thru The Eyes of Ruby- Smashing Pumpins

What is some good advice for me?
Daria- Cake

What do I think my current theme song is?
Whose Got The Crack- Moldy Peaches


What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
Jesus on the Radio- Guster

What type of men/women do I like?
She's Only 18- Red Hot Chili Peppers.

So... I like younger guys?

What is my day (tomorrow) going to be like?
You Look Like I need a Drink- Against Me!

uhm... sums things up fairly well, me thinks...

Why am I here?
Piano Man- Ghostland Observatory

What will people remember me for?
Nothin' - Reel Big Fish

Oh, dear...

What song will I get stuck in my head tomorrow?
The Space They Can't Touch- Less Than Jake

What will this year be all about?
Good Bye In Gasoline- Less Than Jake

HELLZ YEA!!!! This song is the song I ALWAYS play as the plain leaves Florida...
(if you don't know this song look up the lyrics... seriously, best song for leaving...)

Sunday, January 25, 2009

A dream, dreamt.

[17:14] Clairesey83: I had a dream that I smoked your pot
[17:15] Aunty missi: ok...
[17:15] Aunty missi: I don't have any pot
[17:15] Clairesey83: yea, it was an odd dream
[17:15] Aunty missi: sounds like it
[17:15] Clairesey83: actually, it was your sisters pot, that you bought for her
[17:15] Clairesey83: so then I owed your sister money
[17:15] Clairesey83: and man, she was a bitch
[17:16] Clairesey83: but then, I probably would have been too if someone had smoked my pot
[17:16] Aunty missi: lol, which sister
[17:16] Clairesey83: I don't know
[17:16] Clairesey83: oh, and i'm fairly certain the apartment we were in was somewhere in Florida
[17:16] Clairesey83: and I woke up in your bed, your minnesota bed
[17:17] Aunty missi: hahaha
[17:17] Clairesey83: and got up and sat down at the desk, found a bag of pot and started sorting through the seeds and sticks and packed a bowl and saved some for later
[17:18] Clairesey83: and some guy was like "i'm not sure you should be doing that"
[17:18] Clairesey83: oh, i think there was a party... lots of long haired guys with no shirts on
[17:18] Clairesey83: but like i said, we were in florida, and thats actually pretty common...
[17:19] Clairesey83: we had terazzo floors
[17:19] Clairesey83: well, the guys w/o a shirt is fairly common
[17:20] Aunty missi: you are strange indeed
[17:20] Clairesey83: but you love me anyway, right?
[17:20] Aunty missi: yeah

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

A new post, because well, I owe one?

I haven't been updating like I used to.

I have plenty to say, I just can't seem to get it to leave my head.

I'm just bumming around the universe trying to make my own place. You know, the usual.

Except, by universe, I mean this shitty house in this shitty town.
Deep down, I love this house, actually, its the people I love, and the character that we have built here over the the past score of years.

I'm not sure if I used score correctly, its such an underused word. I wasn't sure if I needed to add "years" after it or not.

I received a cheap little digital camcorder for christmas. I have yet to make any type of video of any actual substance. I have yet to even upload the software onto Wembley.

Wembley is this machine, by the way. People seem to find it odd that not only did I name my computer, but I also refer to it by name.

PA is the new WA, for anyone who has any idea what the might mean. The time line is in question and a whole new set of plans has to be made, and executed.

okay, so anyway, eventually i'll get around to making some type of video of some sort.
I took the camcorder thing with me on new years, with the plan of making a drunken video, but well, my new years plans did NOT happen like I had planned.

I can STILL see the outline of the bitemark on my left hand. I have yet to contact her. I'm not even sure what all I will say to her, I don't want to be bitchy, or rude, or sappy or overly emotional. I want to get my point across without being too blunt. I'm not even sure if I should even say anything to her, except well, I think I might want to.

I have so many unfinished projects, and projects that aren't even started, and I just... maybe they will be complete some time, some day. Who knows.

This entry isn't what I planned it to be, but seeing how I started this with no plan, maybe thats okay.

Either way, I'm out.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

guess I have a lot on my mind

because here it is, 5:14 am and I'm still awake.


Well, considering I didn't fall asleep until almost 7am yesterday, and I did sleep until about 2:30pm today, thats really not all that surprising.

However, my alarm is set to go off at 7am, and I'm scheduled in at work at 10.

have I said crap, yet?

yes, I did.

I decided about two (?) hours ago that if I was still awake at 5:30 i'd get up and take a shower, which, really, should have been taken hours ago.

A nice, long shower, get in a good shave, all that, except... that'll knock me out.

I know this because my body is tired. my muscles are sore and achey and i don't have much energy...

but my damn brain won't slow down.

I have a lot on it. Plans and opportunities that have arisen and changed and morphed and been reborn.

cryptic, again, I know. I can't give details out yet, because well, even though mentally I have plans going full swing, I still have to cross check everything and change a few things.

oh. and the fact that i'm broke broke broke.

Oh, and somehow in the past hour, I've started a lovely sounding hacky cough, and the thought of calling out is seeming more and more appealing, though, i KNOW i'm not sick. I'll jsut sleep away the shift, which... my sleep schedule is fucked, but I'm not calling out of work so I can sleep.

I'm yawning like crazy now, but my mind: zoom zooom zoooooooooom, there it goes along.

damn this. 5:20.

okay, shower time. get in a nice shave, cause the only pants I have clean are my capri's. It'll be a bit cool for capri's, but I'll be inside all day, and I can always wear long sleeves, so i'm not too concerned.

so. I'll take the damn shower, then reset the alarm for 9, pray I can crash out, get up at 9 toss the pants in the dryer, cause they're whoa wrinkled, and right now I hate my iron and besides if I sleep til 9, thatll cut too close my ironing time. I won;t have the chance to style my hair like I hoped, but i'll be able to make it look decent, and makeup shouldnt be too big of an issue, I can either go without, (i'd rather not, I was hoping to have a cute day) or just do my usual staple of powder, lipstick, and mascara. I'll eat an orange, have a few cups of coffee, toss a yogurt in my purse and leave the house around 940.

damn. today is gonna suck.

Monday, January 12, 2009

maybe I'm a bitch. Maybe I'm just me.

He wanted to hang out tonight.

At first I agreed. On my terms.

He could come over, but we would sit on the front porch. He would no come inside.

I told him everyone else was either in bed, or on their way to bed. They got up early, I said. We should stay outside. Keep the noise levels down.

Just sit, and talk. Like old times.

Like, before, when he would sneak over in the middle of the night, parking his car on the county's grass across the street. Sometimes, we would just sit out their for hours and talk.

Later, we would sit out there for hours and smoke, as well as talk.

We had a lot to say in those days. Often interrupting each other, not letting the other finish before we would start in on a totally different tangent. Occasionally you could elbow your way back in and weave the topic back to its starting point.

Usually, the conversation started at point A and wound up somewhere down a few black holes and in a field full of unicorn.

Later, after sitting for hours on the porch, we would work our way inside, to the back, where my room was. It got to the point when the other people here no longer asked whose red car was parked out front. It got to a point when no one bothered asking what time he had arrived, or what we did, or if we had fun.

Then it got to a point when we started changing. Drifting. Growing. Moving on.

Except, now, it appears even though over two years have past, we're back at where we were.

I'm the one that wanted to get back in touch, but now i'm blanching. I should have waited until I had moved on, moved out, left the state and was on the other side of the country.

He claims to have changed, yet when he talks, its the exact same guy that I was infatuated with, except, I'm older, and feel wiser, and he's still talking the same bull shit and telling the same stories and the same lies. I see through it now for what it is.

He says he "loves me to death" and he wants to stay friends. Stay in each others lives.

Yet, after he called back to say he was ot of the shower, and almost on his way over, I waited a few minutes. Thought things through.

Then I called him back.

He was just one untied shoe string away from walking out the door. I told him It was getting later, and that everyone else was on their way to bed, and I wasn't in the mood to talk. I was more in the mood of staying in the house. In my room. Alone. And watching a movie. Alone.

I was backtracking. Apologizing. Saying not to come. Maybe some other time.

He understood. I think he understood better than I could ever give him credit for understanding.

I have forgotten where I was headed with this. I no longer know.

With that, I am out.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

An Actual Conversation (hey look, its an actual post!)

-SoundEcho walks into garage/den blowing heat off a fresh cup of coffee-
-Dad/Garage guru, sees fresh cup of coffee and gets all excited-
Dad/Garage guru: "Why, you made a fresh pot of coffee! Aren't you a chrome plated sweetheart!"
SoundEcho: "Uhm, yea, I did make a pot of coffee, but I didn't bring you any."
Dad/Garage guru: "Well, fine then, remove the chrome plating!"
SoundEcho: "Well, at least I'm still a sweetheart!"

Over a week later, and the bruises are still showing. (we're ignoring the fact that bruises take their sweet ass time healing on my skin) I'm going with my moms advice to "wait until the bruises are completely gone before you send her any type of reply".

I still haven't heard anything from her, except the text message last thursday afternoon. (the one where she said her husband TOLD her what happened and she understands if I hate her.) I just want to clarify that I don't hate her. Hate doesn't begin to even explain anything to do with the emotions I felt the days following the 'incident'. I want her to know this. It's a terrible burdon thinking someone hates you, when infact, they don't. Especially if the person knows the true definition of hate. (I do. I don't know if she does, but I do, and I know that its a highly misused word. At least the way I was raised) I also want to know what her husuband told her of the events.

Okay, moving on.

I think I've been able to convince my yankee manager at work to call me "C.B" instead of the grossly overused pet name that I only allow family and close friends to call me.

Now, if I can just get the cute 19yr old country boy to stop calling me that. (he insists he's quoting a movie... i'd believe him except I know that movie, and I did NOT appriciate Chistopher Walkin saying my moms petname for me in his highly creepy Christopher Walkin voice)

Tonight, I am having a girly night. Dinner at a crappy chain eating establishment, followed by the quintesential chick flick. (bride wars)

We don't usually go to the crappy chain place, but we're both between paydays, and she has a gift card. We're going to eat fairly early, and then go to the 'late' showing of the movie (9:45)

We have a LOT to talk about, we always do, because we go weeks w/o talking. Nights out with my girly friend are awesome.

Oh. My ex called last night. I wasn't in the room, so he left voicemail. I was busy playing 'scene it' on the 360 with my bro (and oddly, my mom joined in...) I forgot that the ex wanted to try to be friends. I was perfectly content with seeing him the one time and then going on my little way.

I spoke with my store manager last night. He said he will call the WA store on Monday to see about if I can transfer. I am off Monday and Tuesday, so you can bet my ass will be calling the store on Monday to see if he actually did it or not. I have no idea if I'll be able to transfer. So much is riding on it, and to be honest I have pretty low hope. If theyre store and hour situation is anything like my current stores hour situation, then I won't be able to transfer. Even 20 hours a week, which is what i'm currently getting (and i'm lucky to even get THAT) would be welcome. It would be SOMETHING.

I need my w2. NOW. however, BBB always mails their w2's out, and we never receive them until the end of the month. As soon as I get that sucker, i'm filing my freaking taxes. I don;t think anyone realizses how broke I am. I thought I was broke last year... nope. I need my tax money to finance this trip/move.

All right, I'm out.

Monday, January 05, 2009

okay, okay, I'll finish the tale...

Friday, I arrived at work, trying to stifle my sobs, with my hair frizzy from being air dried and completely un-brushed since it had hurt to much just to wash my hair.

I should have called out, but hadn't and it was made clear very quickly that they all agreed that I shouldn't be there, but we are so short staffed there was no way for me to leave. Thankfully it was only a five hour shift, and they put me to work and kept me busy.

I was feeling much better about things as the night went on, but I still felt like any little thing would cause me to burst into tears again.

After I got out of work at 10, I went to wal-mart to go pick up a few things. It was one of those trips that you know there are things you need, but your not entirely sure what so you just sort of wander aimlessly through the aisles. Mostly, I felt I needed a treat of some sort. I got a new accordion file folder for keeping all of my 2009 paper work in. (I get a new one every year, since 2003. I'm having a hard time finding a new color that I haven't already used. I was very happy to find a stripey pink and brown one. It's cute, and I won't get it confused with a past years file) I also got a copy of the book "Revolutionary Road" which I started reading the other night. So far it is very good. I got a few other odds and ends, some pipe cleaners (called "fuzzy stix") cause I was out, and they come in whoa handy when your a little garage hippy like myself. As I was leaving, I passed by the McDonalds that was about to close and got a whiff of their french fries. I hadn't had supper yet, and I hadn't had any of their fries in months, so I decided why not. I was their last order for the night, and they were probably inwardly cursing that I was able to watch their every move cause they probably wanted to spit in my fries and mcflurry (with m&ms) but since I could watch what they were doing, I got my food spit free.

I got home about 11:15 and munched on my fries and ate my mcflurry and more or less just bummed around. I wasn't able to fall asleep until after 4am, and thanks to my cat, Oscar, I was up again around 7:15.

My sister and her husband were leaving to head back to Texas around noon, so I spent some time with them while they finished packing their bags and whatnot.

Around 1pm I decided I needed a nap, and slept until almost 6pm.

Saturday, like I've said was very uneventful, until around 11:30 when I went out with my ex.

That was fairly uneventful on its own. We drove around and went to a cafe in South Sarasota called "Munchies 4:20" that is open from 4:20pm to 4:20am. Neither of us had the munchies though, so we shared a lemonade and talked. He doesn't smoke anymore and I just ate before we left so yea.

He's still... him. full of the same shit and exaggerated stories and lies. It's good to know that he's still around if I need someone to listen, that is, if I can get a word in. I wasn't feeling very talkative, which struck me as odd, because when we were together all we did was talk, constantly interrupting the other. we were always fighting to get another word in before the other took over the conversation

I never fully relaxed the entire time we were together, keeping my cellphone within reach the entire time. If he noticed, he didn't say anything about that. Mostly, he kept the music so loud in the car that it was hard to keep a conversation going. That was fine.

Sunday, I worked. I had another coworker tell me I seemed traumatized by the events of new years, and well, I honestly think I am. When I went to work yesterday I made certain to dress extra nice and that my hair was brushed and I had makeup on. I wanted to show them that I was at least capable of looking semi human. (sadly none of the others who saw me Friday were there on Sunday. dang)

I am off today and tomorrow. I think I want to get my hair cut/styled. I haven't had it styled in over a year. My mom cut it for me a few months ago, but we opted to keep it all one length. I think I want some style to it, and I want to dye it. I'll dye it myself, but leave the styling up to the professionals.

so, that's whats going on in my land.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

First Saturday of 09

Is pretty tame, which, honestly, is perfectly fine with me tonight.

I had enough excitement Thursday Morning that I'm content to lay low for awhile.

I think I'll more or less begin where my last entry ended.
Thursday morning, I woke up after a few fitful hours of sleep, and my parents, sister, brother in law, and brother were all home getting ready for their days.

I had to work at noon, and because I woke up over two hours before I had planned on, I took my time getting ready. I had absolutely no energy for anything, but I was too uncomfortable to be able to go back to bed.

My parents and sister and BIL were all headed up to Orlando for the day, for a party with my sisters family. It was a combination house warming/80th birthday/christmas/new year party with everyone from my sisters family. My brother and I were both invited, but I had to work, and he abhors Orlando, so he opted to stay home and get me to and from work, since I don't drive.

I couldn't talk about anything at work, except what had happened to me the night before. The bite marks were still fairly fresh, my head was very tender, and it hurt to brush my hair, or even wear a hair tie. My whole body ached, and I was going on just a couple hours of sleep.

That night my brother picked me up from work, and knowing that the rest of the family wouldn't be home until fairly late, we decided to go through the Wendy's drive thru. (his idea of eating out...) We got some chicken sandwiches and teeny tiny little things of fries, and went home to eat.

We hung out in the garage for awhile, smoking a bit, then decided that we should try out the DVD player he got me for christmas, with his digital projector. He had also gotten me the movie 'kung fu panda' and since neither of us had seen it before we decided to watch that. We set up the big screen (literally, a big screen) and my new dvd player and his projector, smoked another bowl or so, and then went inside to watch the movie.

I was beginning to realize how exhasted my body was, but I wasn't ready for bed. I curled up in my dads recliner with a blanket my sis and bil got me from Mexico, and enjoyed the movie.

It was a VERY nice night, that I needed. It allowed me to relax and enjoy myself.

I noticed during the movie that the back of my head was being aggrivated by the back of the chair, and it occured to me that it was very likely that my scalp was BRUISED.

Not too long after the movie the rest of the family came home, and my mom looked over my bruises and helped me brush my hair. It hurt to brush my hair, no matter how gentle we were. Mostly on the side that got pulled, but all over.

I didn't have to work until 5pm on Friday, so I looked forward to sleeping in.

Friday, I woke up about noon, after a very restful 11 hours of sleep. I felt much better in a lot of wats, but I still felt horrible in many others.

The emotions from the evens finally set in with me as the day went on, and I found my self openly sobbing over little things.

My sister had admitted to me that Wednesday night while she was using my laptop she somehow managed to DROP IT. It appeared to be okay, so I didnt think much of it. Thursday night when I went to bed, I shut it all the way down, and closed it. Friday when I got up, I opened my computer, and turned it on and immediatly noticed that the colors were VERY wrong. What should have been black was BRIGHT GREEN. Now I LOVE bright green, but not when its supposed to be BLACK. What should have been dark blue, was light blue with stripeys all through it.

I started sobbing... My sister promised to get it fixed for me, and asked if I ahd trried to shut it back down and restart it. I hadn't, so I tried that and... when it started back up, everythjing was a-okay! woohoo! So I informed my sister, and apologised for freaking out. She understood and asked me to keep my eye on it to make note of any other odd behaviors for her.

I had a few hours to kill before I needed to get ready for work. My head was very tender after sleeping on it all night, and my arm and hand still urt quite a bit even though they looked much better.

About two hours before work I decided to go take a shower. I hadn't washed my hair since before new years, and I thought the hot water would be relaxing.

I was WRONG. Oh. My. Goodness. Washing my hair HURT like insanity. Not to mention I was still shedding a good deal. I very carefully conditioned my hair and very very carefully combed it in the shower.

My afternoon went downhill from there. Every little thing was setting me off. I had about four sobbing fits before work, and I was still crying when I arrived at work. Not to mention that I hadn't bothered to do a damn thing with my hair. I let it air dry...

okay... uhm, total change of direction.

My ex just called and wants to hang out tonight. I have been trying to get in contact with him again, so, i'm gonna get going.

I'll finish this at another time.

2009 didn't start so fine...

Okay, so my new years was way more wild than I anticipated and a LOT less fun.

Loooong story short:

Right after the ball fell, I made plans to meet up with and stay the night with two good friends of mine, who are married. I was IN THEIR WEDDING, back in Feb of 07.

They live about 20 blocks away, and when they called it was very plain that neither of them was in any condition to drive. Because my original, and back up plans for the night fell through I was game to do... SOMETHING. I didn't care, I just wanted to go have fun. Anyways, because they were not in shape to drive, we agreed to start walking towards each other, that way, I wouldn't be the only walking and I wouldn't be by myself for too long.

I quickly packed an overnight bag, grabbed my brand new, obnoxiously pink, mini mag (its a flashlight for those not in the know) and after explaining my plans to my mother and brother, both of who weren't fond of me walking, but neither wanted to drive me, I headed out.

The walk was fairly uneventful. We met up about half way, and as we approached their apartment we saw their neighbors outside enjoying a fire in the pit in the front yard. We hollered back and forth to each other "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" And went inside and had a shot or two of goldschlager. (i don't really recall how many shots)

At one point, I had a shot of Hot damn, schnapps, and then another shot of after shock.

The neighbors saw us moving around the apartment, so they hollered at us to come join them. It was a Mexican family, most of whom lived in the house next door, but a couple lived in the apartment below my friends. They brought out some chairs for us, and we introduced ourselves all around. It was a fun, cheerful time. They were out of milk and were sad cause they wanted more white russians. My friends had milk, so me and the wife ran upstairs to go retrieve it. When we came back down, two of the ladies happily took the milk and declared it the perfect amount for five drinks. (one for each of them, plus me, and my married friends) They went inside and made the drinks and brought them to us in plastic tumblers.

It was becoming very clear that my female friend was VERY VERY VERY drunk. She was on her 7th loop about how she wanted to learn MEXICAN Spanish. I quickly calculated how drunk I was, and realized that she had had as much to drink as I did, plus who knows how much more.

It was decided that we should go back to the apartment after she fell out of her chair and her husband couldn't get her up. One of the men there helped me stand her up, and as soon as I took the first step, she fell back down. Her husband could do nothing but laugh at the situation. The neighbor scooped her up in a fireman's carry, and brought her up the stairs.

By this time, she had started to freak out, and managed to bite his arm, THROUGH his leather jacket. He showed me the teeth marks while he was telling me that I needed to TRY (his words) to keep her inside. I told him to wash his hand and put ice on it. He wished me a good night, and I switched the deadlock on the door.

My friends had gone into their bedroom, and he collapsed on the floor next to the bed, and she on top of him. He was yelling that she was hurting him and to call the cops. I knew they were both just very drunk and that he wasn't actually hurt. After a decent work out, I was able to drag her up on the bed.

By now she was moaning and sobbing and incoherently yelling. I lay down ext to her, and was trying to sooth her and calm her down. My hope was that she would pass out, and then I would go crash on the couch until about 11, when I'd wake up and they'd take me to work. (that was the original plan) this did not happen.

I was trying to calm her down, the way you would a child whose been throwing a fit and has collapsed into hysterics. (anyone with a toddler knows what I mean) however, this was someone my own age and even though shes 6 inches shorter than me, she's still got all the strength and force of a healthy 25 year old.

While I was attempting to calm her, she swung her arm and WHACK! she clocked my on my left cheek. I was stunned momentarily, I had never been hit with such force before. I saw her swinging at me again (we were laying down) and I moved to constrain her arms. I was able to block any other hits, but I had forgotten that she had already bit the neighbor from down stairs.

She bit me, threw my sweater, on my left hand between my thumb and pointer finger. I was MAD. I yelled at her "NO Ma'am! You will NOT bite me!" Just like I used to when I taught toddlers. (actually, I yelled it MUCH louder) She bit me again. This time, on my right arm, above the wrist.

She was still crying, sobbing, screaming, yelling. I was trying to make just as much noise as she was. I was mad, shocked and in pain.

Then she grabbed my left braid.

I never wear braids, or pigtails, but this night I had. My sister was visiting and I asked her to braid my hair before she left to go out for the night.

I've had my hair pulled before, but never like this. This was a grown women throwing every ounce of strength into pulling my hair. I was crying, it hurt so bad. I was openly sobbing and screaming at her husband to wake up.

He did, and started yelling at us for making too much noise. I screamed again that she was puling my hair, so, to stop her, he started pulling on HER. So then I had the strength of TWO people pulling on my braid.

After he got her off of me, I quickly got my sandals on and found my hat that had fallen to the floor.

After throwing the vacuum at the wall, she ran into the kitchen, which is where their door is. I ran after her, because I remembered the neighbors requesting she stay inside. I started telling her to get away from the door, to stay inside, to go to bed.

She was between me and the door, and between us was the knife block.

She grabbed the largest knife, and holding it in a death grip, came at me. She was still screaming and moaning and crying. The look in her eyes was crazed and maniacal. This was not my friend.

By now I had sobered up, and had that on my side. I was able to dodge her and make my way to the front door, where I briefly fumbled with the deadbolt, opened it, and screamed at the top of my lungs "HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME SHE HAS A KNIFE SHE HAS A KNIFE HELP ME!!"
I couldn't tell if anyone was still outside, but I prayed they were.

I was able to knock the knife to the ground, and I stood on the blade. She fell to the floor and kept trying to pick up the knife. Her husband ran into the room and started screaming at me for calling for help. He picked up the knife and threw it into the sink, opened the door wide and screamed at me to leave.

I asked if I could get my bag and jacket, which were in another room. He said yes, and to get the hell out of his house. He was holding her back, I ran into the other room, grabbed my bag, and ran down the stairs as fast as I could. I heard the door slam behind me. I could still hear her yelling inside. Moaning, sobbing.

As I ran into the front yard, I saw the downstairs neighbor on her cell phone, and I heard her describing the scene to 911 dispatch. At this point I realized I was sobbing. I ran up to her and the guy standing next to her (i cant remember if he was a son, a friend or her husband...) I told them I had been bit, and my hair had been pulled. I told them about the knife. They asked what size of a knife and I told them a large kitchen knife. The guy immediately asked whether I knew if they owned a gun or not. I told him I wasn't certain but I didn't think so. The lady neighbor stayed on the phone with dispatch until they told her that the cops were on their way.

I noted the time at 3am, right after I got downstairs. I had managed to get my cell phone out of my bag, because I knew I would have to call someone, I just didn't know who.

I called my brother, even though I knew he would be asleep. I knew that he would be the one most likely to answer his phone. He had known where I was going and who I would be with. He sounded groggy at first, but after hearing me sobbing into the phone, he woke up pretty fast. With help from the neighbors I told him the exact address I was at, and that the cops were on their way.

We could still hear her sobbing and moaning even though we were outside and downstairs.

While still on the phone with dispatch, The husband came downstairs and ran in the direction of his car. We could tell from how he moved that he was in no shape to drive. Then, his wife threw their fire extinguisher outside. It landed with a thud in the grass down below.

At one point I realized I was babbling to the neighbors. Then to the cops when they came.

I had decided early on that I did NOT want to press charges. I even told that to the neighbor when she was on the phone with dispatch and she repeated it to them. My reasoning was that there was enough mess already, and besides being scared more than I could ever remember being scared, I was okay.

True, my arm and hand hurt from where she had bit me, and my head was throbbing from having my hair pulled so hard and so long, but I was okay.

Hell, I had had someone run at me full force with a chef's knife, and not only managed to get away, I had been able to get the knife away too.

I wasn't bleeding. I saw no point to press charges.

After talking with the husband, and going into the apartment to find his wife (he gave the cops his keys) and I guess more or less trying to talk with her, the cops interviewed me. I signed some paperwork waiving my right to press charges, gave them my license number and phone number, and I was free to go.

By now, my mom and brother had arrived. I hadn't known at the time, but my mom hadn't gone to bed yet, so while still on the phone with me, my brother went and got her. They came in her car, with her driving because she was more awake and had a better since of direction.

I crawled into the backseat and started sobbing all over again. I wasn't even crying, just dry sobs were all that could come out. When we got home my mom undid my braids, and ran her fingers through my hair. quite a bit came out from the side that had been pulled. She helped me wash my hand and arm, and got some ice packs for me. We then went into another room where we could sit and talk. She wanted to make sure I was calm before going to bed. She kept trying to divert my attention to another topic, but I kept going back to the same one.

I was finally able to go to bed around 5am. My sister and brother in law were visiting and staying in my room, I was sleeping in the guest room on an air mattress. I hadn't packed any pajama's in my overnight bag, so my mom lent me some of hers since I couldn't get in my room for my own.

I woke up at 7, with a nasty headache that was ONLY on the side of my head where I had been punched, and my throat was parched. I got up and had a large glass of water, and decided to go back to bed for a few more hours. My entire body ached, especially the back of my head and my arm and hand.

I woke again not even an hour later. This time with the chills. The guest room has a tendency to be a bit chilly, and I didn't have any socks and was only wearing a short sleeve shirt and Capri pj pants. I heard my sister in the hallway, so I called for her to go get our mom. I was too cold to get out of bed. Plus, my head was throbbing.

Now I was realizing I was hungover on top of everything else.

Mom came and brought me a pair of socks and another blanket, which I wrapped up in and decided that there was no way I could go back to sleep. When I sat up I noticed that I had shed more hair than I usual over night. I went out and sat on the couch with my dad, and watched some TV. I was able to get a cup of hot tea, and a piece of bread. (that's what I requested. I knew I needed something in my stomach)

After taking some aspirin and spending some time in the bathroom, I wasn't feeling hung over anymore. I just felt like I had been in a fight, and well, I guess I more or less had.

Sorry, this didn't turn out to be short. I more or less gave the whole tale.

I haven't spoken with either of them, nor do I really intend to. I received a text message from her yesterday saying that her husband told her what had happened and that she was sorry and understood if I hated her.

Hate does nothing to describe how I feel.

I do no hate her or her husband.


These were two of my GOOD FRIENDS. Both of them were. I was in their wedding. I was the maid of honor.

I feel victimized, and feel as though I am in a state of mourning.

I regret saying I didn't want to press charges, only because you can always drop them later, but you can't take back a waiver. I honestly don't know what happened after I left. I'm not sure I even care right now.