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So I'm actually pretty exhausted and probably going to go to sleep right after this.
BUT FIRST THIS!
I spent my weekend in jail. I missed a piss test. Completely ridiculous. I totally called and listened and did not hear them call my color, but apparently I just wasn't listening or something because I missed it and got to spend 48 in the big house because of it. It was boring as shit. First of all, I sat in booking for 3 hours just sitting. After that I got a delousing treatment where I had to strip naked, squat and cough and be showered down by some jailer lady. However, in this unhappy exchange I had my anklets on (they are superglued at the knot and non-removable) and the lady said I'd have to take them off and I said I'd need a pair of scissors and she said she would get them after I showered but she forgot and I got to keep them (tiny win!). Then I got my non-fitting, falling off orange scrub pants and top. I shared a block consisting of four cells. each cell had 10 to 14 women in it. each cell had a single toilet with no walls and a sink for which to get water (and a shower, but I didn't use it. I just stuck out the two days). I got a top bunk (everything is assigned) that was made of a sheet of metal and I got a mat that was about as thick and a folded over sweatshirt. Needless to say I was uncomfortable. Our tv was broken (one for the whole block) so there was nothing to do and the guards wouldn't let us go into our little outdoor area. There were phones to call people, but I didn't have anyone I needed to call and most of the time someone who was going to be there a long time wanted to use it so I just stayed out of the way. I ended up doing what a lot of people bored in jail do, I worked out. Not like hardcore shit or whatever, but I did v-sits and pushups in my bed to help tire me out so I could just sleep the time away. The worst part was the food. It was just terrible. It wasn't much to begin with but it was so bad (like the food in the high school cafeteria that nobody dared to eat) that I didn't ever finish it. I'd eat maybe half. So I was hungry the whole time I was there. It would ruin my appetite and I wouldn't feel hungry until I was sitting in my bed again and I would get hunger pains. I think I lost a couple pounds (which I am not complaining about). The other really terrible thing is that since I had to take out all my jewelry, my industrial and my belly button ring closed up. Annoying. I'll just get them redone in one sitting sometime.
Now I call and write down all the colors to double check myself again to make sure that I am definitely hearing all of them and not missing one or muddling one or not catching one. I will not be going back there. I just have to make it five more months and I'll be home free.
I found out it is a lot cheaper to get an Australia visa than I originally thought. I think I'm gonna sell some stuff at 2nd & Charles to beef up my fund some. I'm gonna take all the help I can. Close to before I go I'm gonna sell my car as well. That'll be a good chunk of money to help fund my way. I thought maybe I'd get a scooter or something while I was there. maybe I can lease something. I don't know.
I had my first Life Skills class today. It wasn't as painful as I thought it was going to be. I felt a bit out of place though, because I feel like in my circumstance I really wasn't in the wrong. I know that's what everyone says and that everyone else says admitting is the first step, but that's just not the case this time. I'm not dumb, I'm not addicted, my not muddled by drugs. I've been clean for 4 months and I believe now more than ever I just got seriously fucked over by circumstances. It doesn't really matter. In 5 months I'll be free and hopefully in the next 10 months I'll be out of here and on to new adventures.
Maybe I had less to talk about than I thought. I'm just tired. Gonna ask the school if I can still take classes if I am out of the country. I hope I hear back from these magazines I submitted my poetry to soon. The suspense is killing me (though I know they will probably all be rejections).
Shout-out to my facebook friend (you know who you are) for helping me out and donating to my fund! It is much appreciated, bra!
Running Out of Air by Love & Theft
Sleepily,
Mav
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