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Heya! Soooo some stuff happened. Not alot of stuff...but enough to talk/point out/rant..and yeah so here I go.

First of all, I GOT MAH UNEMPLOYMENT MONEYS! And it's alot...I won't say the exact amount, but let's just say it's double the amount I use to make in 2 weeks...almost triple. So I've been buying a new wardrobe (I'm in desperate need of new clothes. I'm tired of wearing rags...) And it feels really good updating my look and wearing nice, new clothes. I was extremely excited when packages started arriving at my front door..(I only shop online. I hate shopping in person) I actually had a mini fashion show in my apartment. My mom was the only audience, lol. But DAMN I looked good! hellz yeah!

But yeah, now to the shitty stuff. Unfortunately, Allen's house got infested by fleas. My legs were so chewed up, I got seriously connect the dots...it was horrible. Allen's legs looked just as bad. And to make matters worse, my poor legs got eaten up by mosquitos. I actually sat down and counted the bites all together. I had a total of 21+ bites on my arms and legs. I wanted to cry...

So Allen and I dedicated a day...and night to flea bombing his house. We planted 4 bombs in the house. 2 upstairs, and 2 in the basement. The stench was so bad, we had to retreat to the upstairs balcony with barely any clothes on...(we left most of our clothes inside because we were super paranoid and thought they had fleas on them) soooo that whole mess took 4 hours to clear up. Allen and I sat on the balcony, looking at the stars and watching our drunk Mexican neighbors hoot and whistle at various girls as they walked by. The ghetto was in full swing that night, and there were ALOT of parties going on at once. Of course, we were practically in the heart of Mexico, and there were SOOOOO many of them crammed into these old houses, so there were bound to be several birthday parties going on at once. Their crappy mariachi music...or what I call circus music was blasting the whole night.
Since we were stuck on the balcony for over 5 hours (the mosquitos feasted on our flesh too....yippee...more bites...) We decided to order some pizza and eat it on the balcony. It was our personal "victory" feast...even though the battle was far from over. We were so tired and delirious after the smoke cleared, that we took a shower and passed out. Laundry was going to have to be put off for another day.
The next day, Allen claimed that he saw a "small bug" in our bed. I brushed it off thinking he was just seeing things and that he was paranoid. But then my paranoia kicked in and we really believed that the fleas were still alive and were STILL biting us in our sleep. This created a super miserable weekend for the two of us. We were couped up in his house...alone...NOBODY was home. Just us, and we were pissed off. We were mad at our neighbors because they were blasting their crappy music for 3days straight. We were made about the fleas still being alive and biting us every night. We were mad due to lack of sleep and food. And I was especially mad because it was my time of the month, and I was sick. It was the most miserable weekend ever....

So yeah, I'm trying to brush those horrible memories off my shoulders and moving on with my life. Good things are yet to come...I always tell myself that. And it's true.

Kay I'm tired of typing...BYEEEE