Peacocks, Pills, and Parents

This past week has been pretty eventful in a way. On Wednesday night, I got super drunk and took some Oxycotin which I regretted the next day because I can't remember if I added this guy on Facebook and then cancelled the request which would be awkward because I've never actually talked to this guy he was just someone from my school that I find attractive. Also the next day I was super shaky and almost threw up. I ended up hanging out with Tianna that day, and I told her this story from when I was a little kid. If I remember right I was probably only about four years old when my family decided to get some peacocks, this was when we lived out in the middle of nowhere with a huge yard, but no land. Anyways, we were in our truck, and my brothers were holding onto the peacocks. When we got home, my parents told my brothers to make sure they had a good grip on the peacocks because the doors to the truck were going to open. My parents open the door, and out fly the peacocks except the babies. My parents chased after the peacocks, but they weren't able to get them. I remember for the longest time we had peacocks just sitting in the field by our house, and somedays they would be in the trees of our yard. I don't know what ended up happening to any of the peacocks, but I do know that one night when we came home my dad was driving. We pulled into the driveway, and we see a possum in our yard. Instead of parking the car my dad starts to speed up. He chases the possum through our yard in the car until he leaves. He was disappointed in the end because he was trying to kill it. 

On Friday, my dad and I were at the bank together when we started talking about my brother, Josh. I was saying I was concerned for him because of his problems with substance abuse, and as usual my dad just brushed off saying he thinks Josh is doing just fine. He also said that Josh needs a nice woman in his life because apparently she will solve all his problems. He then proceeded to ask me when I was going to find myself a nice man. I told him I was going to be like Coco Chanel and never get married. He didn't say anything to that, but it made me mad that he expects me to find a man and settle down after all these years of him telling me that marriage and having children was for boring people. So I guess he wants me to do what everybody does regardless of what I want. I let it go at the time because we were going to see The Avett Brothers, but if he brings it up again I might say something more about it. 

Also The Avett Brothers concert was absolutely amazing like they always are. I love those guys so much I wish I could spend the rest of my life following them around. They make me so happy. 

Chenowith Flu

For the past week and a half I have been sick. I haven't been this sick since I worked at this day care the summer before my senior year. I got sick from Brandon's son, and then I proceeded to get my dad sick. I got a sinus infection on this past Wednesday and it went finally went away today. I'm almost over all of it except today I had a little bit of a cough and my voice gave out on me a few times today. When my dad was sick, I'm pretty Sharron gave him Jack Daniel's at 8 in the morning she called it, "cough medicine." He was pretty loopy saying he had a face cancer, and the only way to get better was to give him meth because he had the Chenowith Flu. According to him if you have the, "Chenowith Flu," you need meth to feel better. Luckily, meth was completely unnecessary to get over this flu. Although if it had persisted for much longer I might have been willing to try it that's how terrible I felt.
In other news, I found out I did not get the campus apartment I wanted for next year, so I have to live in the dorms for one quarter, and then hopefully if I can find a place, I can move into my own apartment. My mom is hopefully going to give me her car since she's moving to the Marshall Islands for two years. She's also going to give me some furniture and kitchen items which will be useful. I'm really nervous about this upcoming year because I'll need to apply to my major at some point, find a job, find a place to live, have a new orchestra conductor, and get a better handle on what the fuck I'm doing with my life because I have absolutely no idea. I just need to stop thinking about all this stuff right now though. I should be focusing on the fact that in five days I'm going to see the AVETT BROTHERS for the third time. I love them so much, and their new album. They truly are the most amazing band of all time. I'm sorry, Dad, even though you're not reading this, but Bruce isn't my favorite musician of all time, Scott Avett is. 

A Good Last Day

This year's Fourth of July will be one I never forget. It started out with me going to work while my family went rafting, and I was at work until 3:30 after Nick decided it was an acceptable time for us to leave. After work I went to the BBQ Brandon and his girlfriend were having at their house. I was only there for a little bit to see Josh before he drove him and my nephew. I went up to my friend Tianna's house to see her and another one of my friends. The two of them had to leave at 9, so I went back to Brandon's house to watch the fireworks with him, his girlfriend, and my nephew. I ended up getting home around 11, and my dad was still up. He'd been waiting for me to get home. I went to my room, and I heard him call my name. At first I thought I was in trouble, but for what I had no idea. When I walked into the living room he told my dad Tweakers had died after they got home from the BBQ at Brandon's house. He was laying in his bed, and he stopped breathing. My dad buried him in the backyard before I got home. The next day we went and bought some flowers to plant around his grave. My dog was ten years old when he died. He was the most loyal dog. All year he would run away from my dad's house to my brother's or my mom's looking for me. I'm going to miss him. I was planning on getting an apartment so he could come live with me, but I guess that's not going to happen now. I'm just glad he got to see my whole family one last time and chewed on a rib bone on his last day. I think he had a good last day.