Stop staring at the ground!

Last night sucked.

I thought friends of San Diego would come up to LA.

Not the case for $$$ problems.

So it goes a bit like this:

I take a nap.

Wake up and Beniah comes over with Mike's Hard Lemonade.

My little roommate drinks some with us.

We go to the store to get Jager.

I have a terrible gas bubble in my stomach from chugging Mike's

I can't get myself to drink anymore until the carbonation stops hurting.

As we go, I see that Beniah and roommate team up with each other with jokes against me.

I allow this for funny sakes.

We get to the room.

I lay in my top bunk bed...they join.

Until I realize their hands constantly touching. 

I hide under the blanket and attempt to call Lucas.

He gets pissy at me for not being with them/allowing my roommate to possibly like Beniah.

I tell him it is too late since they already started to lay on my other roommates bed.

He hangs up with me...and I feel very very alone.

I creep down...start to email Gloria.

My roommate had already blasted Sublime...but inbetween the song breaks..I hear the movements!

I can't turn around and very nervously run out the door.

I try to call Lucas again...he gives me too much shit for allowing it to happen.

I cry and hang up.

Well throw the phone at the wall.

Get myself back together and call Daniela.

She had to go.

Called Destiny...she was very very good to me.

I feel bad she still has it bad for Garrett. Can I say love sick?

After about an hour ..I call back Lucas and we talk until about 4am.

By this time, I bet they are done if anything happened.

I crept into the room and they are just standing there!

WTF 

She wants to smoke but is out of cigarettes.

She demands we walk to the store.

Beniah lays there pathetically on the floor.

Im not up for it but she is quite demanding.

So I get my phone from the bathroom...apparently

I took too long and she tries to close the door on me before I go into the bathroom.

My poor toe got hit and bleed everywhere.

They were too drunk to care and I was too swollen in the eyes to give any tears.

We got outside...Beniah puked in the bushes and she found a cigarette on the ground.

That walk would have been at least 40mins...thank god for her finding it.

I really need to go home.

This week isn't that bad but I need to escape. 

I'm here now because I WAS going to go to the design team training...

I said fuck it, I can't give up. I'm a fucking photographer. Design is bullshit compared.

I'm going to a gallery...write a response and get on the train home.

I don't understand this...I swear I've never felt this alone and not doing the things I like. 

WTF