I get word that my USC community would like to do something to help me. I'm yet again stunned by the outpouring of support.
Going to school is actually "normal" and it feels good. I'm trying to throw myself into learning a new subject and I'm struggling.
After school I need to get some school supplies, so I head out to do some shopping. And while I am shopping, I go to grab something and my brain says, "Oh I already got that and it's in the school supply box". Well, the school supply box was in my home in Oakridge which means I don't have those supplies.
While I am out I hear from the fireman again. We have a good talk. I get a few text messages from others as well and it's nice to know that those I am hearing from are those "good friends".
I get back to the apartment and start to work on home work. I am back on instant messaging sites so I am able to communicate with those who I don't have phone contact with. While I am printing out my flash cards to help me study, I get an instant message.
It is from someone that the fireman and I mutually know. And it seems the fireman has told this person that he saw me right before I evacuated and fought the fire on my home. His statement couldn't be further from the truth. He was in Anaheim at Disneyland a Motley Crew concert with his girlfriend. I am pissed beyond words. Mr. Fireman is using my loss to try to get himself some cyber pussy on the side. What the HELL is up with THAT?!??!?! What a jerk! I notify him that I am aware of his little game and that I refuse to be a "prop" to help him score desperate chicks on myspace for one night stands. He claims he did nothing wrong.....yeah well, I warned him of karma. Plus, I can be one angry bitch and I cannot wait to get around other fire fighters and share his name and location and what a jerk he is.
Don't you think those firemen who actually were risking their lives to save the mobile home park would be happy to hear this story?
Inside I am starting to dread going up to the house on Friday. I do not expect to find anything but I just keep wondering what will happen when I see the unit for the first time.
Going to school is actually "normal" and it feels good. I'm trying to throw myself into learning a new subject and I'm struggling.
After school I need to get some school supplies, so I head out to do some shopping. And while I am shopping, I go to grab something and my brain says, "Oh I already got that and it's in the school supply box". Well, the school supply box was in my home in Oakridge which means I don't have those supplies.
While I am out I hear from the fireman again. We have a good talk. I get a few text messages from others as well and it's nice to know that those I am hearing from are those "good friends".
I get back to the apartment and start to work on home work. I am back on instant messaging sites so I am able to communicate with those who I don't have phone contact with. While I am printing out my flash cards to help me study, I get an instant message.
It is from someone that the fireman and I mutually know. And it seems the fireman has told this person that he saw me right before I evacuated and fought the fire on my home. His statement couldn't be further from the truth. He was in Anaheim at Disneyland a Motley Crew concert with his girlfriend. I am pissed beyond words. Mr. Fireman is using my loss to try to get himself some cyber pussy on the side. What the HELL is up with THAT?!??!?! What a jerk! I notify him that I am aware of his little game and that I refuse to be a "prop" to help him score desperate chicks on myspace for one night stands. He claims he did nothing wrong.....yeah well, I warned him of karma. Plus, I can be one angry bitch and I cannot wait to get around other fire fighters and share his name and location and what a jerk he is.
Don't you think those firemen who actually were risking their lives to save the mobile home park would be happy to hear this story?
Inside I am starting to dread going up to the house on Friday. I do not expect to find anything but I just keep wondering what will happen when I see the unit for the first time.
