10/27/25

welcome to my first and only blog, this entry is gonna be about three different days rather than a single day, so anyways I went to California for the weekend and it was mostly alright EXCEPT for the fact that there was some total bullshit.
I was supposed to get to california on friday night, BUT my flight had a delay. Normally this wouldn't be that bad except I had to go to Phoenix first and then take another flight to San Diego, but because of the fucking delay, I would miss the flight to Phoenix and have to spend a day in that shithole just to get to San Diego so i had to go back home and leave the next morning which PISSED ME THE FUCK OFF.

Like I really fucking hate where I live, it's a disgusting dry ass desert where there's nothing to do but spend money or get shot by teenagers so it pissed me off that I had to spend like 8 more hours in this shithole (really long time, I know) if I had a gun in that moment than I would put picasso to shame the way i'd be painting the wall, but anyways I got to the airport the next morning and it was mostly alright but at the security checkpoint I had to get my dick touched cause the fucking metal detector detected something in that area, without going into much detail, that also made me want to kill myself :3

The first day I was in california wasn't too bad, I first went to my great grandfathers house because my grandpa who may or may not die soon was staying there but also it was one of my cousin's birthday and there was a small little family gathering there. I say that the day wasn't too bad because I got a little frustrated cause I don't know much about my grandpa and he doesnt really know me, but i'd like for him to know me a bit more and shit, he's into music and shit so i tried showing him some music me and a friend made but like he just seems completely uninterested.

Every time i've seen my grandpa i've tried talking to him about shit but he never seems interested, whenever i've tried starting a conversation about anything he doesn't respond with much and just starts talking about other junk with his wife or other family members and I'm starting to wonder why I even bother trying to speak to him at all cause he just doesn't fucking care, anyways I didnt do much else that day, I went to one of my aunt's house while she and my mom and a few other people went to go bar-hopping, at her house I just binged smiling friends while I carved two pumpkins [click to see pumkin o(*￣▽￣*)o)]

My second day in california was kind of shitty. it started off alright, I went to this resturaunt called JRDN with my mom and she got some espresso with a little bit of alcohol and let me have a sip (UNDERAGE DRINKING FTW) we went to this store for a little bit called The Black and I spent the rest of my money on a Bauhuas patch, Gorillaz poster and this small book that was a collection of Alice in Wonderland with Through the Looking Glass and a biography of Lewis Carroll, and after that is when it got kinda shitty. My cousin had her birthday party at her apartment or whatever an my grandpa and a few other people were there, I didn't really do anything or talk to anyone but it was hot, everyone was pissed off and my cousin's mom and dad were being bitches. my bitch of an aunt was gone for the whole thing for god knows what and my cousin's dad took FOREVER to cook jackshit and when he finished it was just these shitty looking fries with cheese and meat on them and clearly they looked like it should've taken a whole HOUR

There are other reasons why that fucking "party" sucked but I'm not entirely sure why cause I didnt really talk to anyone, there is more context to what my cousins parents are like and shit but I don't know a whole lot about that either and I don't feel like going too deep into it, later on in the day I went to the hotel room i would stay in until this morning when I had to get back home and there was a resturaunt, I don't remember the name of the resturaunt and two of my aunts and my mom ate for a bit, as per usual I didn't talk much but this time it was because my mom had my dad on the phone, I don't really like my dad and I'm not open to really talking to him much and shit so I just felt like I couldn't talk the whole time and now I feel like I just wasted more of my time there.

anyways blah blah blah, I left my phone at the San Diego airport and I feel stupid as fuck, blah blah blah.

moral of the story is that you need to remember to brush your teeth and make your bed every day.