I am being followed by a ghost

 Phrase of the week: "it's been a long day." But how true is it, really? Things that have happened in the last week (some of which are indicative of the ghost of my enemies that is following me). 

It all started with a trip back to my alma mater (high school edition) where I witnessed the most heart-wrenching performance of Into the Woods imaginable. During the intermission, I searched for a bathroom that was not the main one, or the gender neutral bathroom with a lady in her mid-to-late-fifties. I ended up using the teacher's bathroom (life-changing moment, tbr). The girl who played the Evil Witch lady was so talented... she reminded me of myself. I cannot be taken out to see these things because I start thinking things like 'oh, I could so do that' or 'let me write a musical about everyone who has wronged me because I deserve closure.' 

Friday I woke up with the worst headache known to man, and I had to go volunteer with first graders. The activity I was doing was my favorite one ever (we throw feathers on the floor and make six-year-olds pick them up with clothespins). The other girl (who is awesome, and made a genuine, human mistake) had the wrong time and didn't show up – and she had all the supplies. So I spent 45 minutes sitting in a first grade classroom singing and dancing and counting to fifty and sitting in a circle and sharing my favorite animal and why. And then I realized that she wasn't coming. I left and drove home in the most depressing-millenial-silence-ever (for headache reasons). I went to bed. 

My parents left town while I was sleeping and apparently came and said goodbye to me and I answered apparently? I got up at 12:45 and went to get my shellac removed off my two-inch-nails and got them cut, went to the mall, went back home and I went to bed. I wake up to a call from Nonna, the most recent call of 10 missed calls. She told me she thought I was dead and invited me to her sister's house for dinner. there was also a message from Clara and /or Nicole saying: We left our house, see you in 20 mins [at Costco]! That was 10 mins ago... I somehow got there, parked, got a cart, and met them at the front door when they arrived. 

Costco was loud. My brain had forsaken me. Everything was loud. Then I went to Zia Mary's house for dinner. Nonna was there. Their other sister and her husband were there. I had cantaloupe and cake for dinner. I went home shortly after falling asleep on the couch, where I almost immediately crashed for the night.

When I say that this story started on Thursday at the musical, I am a liar. A few hours before curtains open, I am at a coffee shop with Nicole. She goes to move her car and I go to the counter to collect a chicken wrap (special shout-out to Jenna for the recommendation) and who do I see? My favorite gay man, who I was trying to invite to a party at my house. We make crispy eye contact, but it is dark and I am not wearing my glasses, so who knows who that really is. I can confirm it was him because they baristas knew him by name.  He leaves before Nicole gets back. He is truly an enigma. 

Saturday and Sunday during the day went like this: 30% sims, 30% homework, 30% dilly-dallying, and 10% beverly hills chihuahua franchine. Saturday night, Zia Enza told me that we were not friends because I don't check my voicemail ???? has she ever met a person under 25 ???? and then told me to put my phone in a box so I told her it wasn't her house. This is Nonna's sister who was visiting from Toronto. Nonna thinks something is wrong with her because she paranoid about getting sick. I asked Nonna if she outright asked her if she is okay, or what have you... she didn't like that. 

Nonna was also beefing because I invited one of my cousins to Christmas? She asked me why I would do such a thing, I told her that he is part of our family. Nonna is still mad that she did not recieve a happy birthday or happy mother's day call, both of which were in MAY.

Sunday night, my parents arrived home and I went to the coffee shop with Clara. Her mom has expressed interest in my blog it seems. Clara read her my blog post, Baby spaghetti for the vampire soul  and she apparently wasn't impressed with the fact that I am genuinely afraid of people named Ella. She said that it is mean. Clara told her that this is Veronica's sense of humor. So hey Erin, if you're here, I am about to talk about much meaner things that I have done /will do.

Monday ... happened. I picked up a bag of supplies for my volunteer activity that was on Tuesday. It weighed at least 15 pounds. I woke up on tuesday wondering why half of my body was in pain. Then I picked up the bag and went :o . My physiology prof put a youtube video that was '3 hours of ambient christmas music' on the projector and told us that it was going to be on the exam... bless her soul. Tuesday also happened. That brings me to today stuff.

There is something about finishing all your Christmas shopping in November, and performing protective spells that screams: NOT ACTUALLY EVIL. When it comes to me, it is quite the opposite. I am being followed by a ghost and I need to drive her away. You may think that I would have learned how to deal with German-speaking ghosts, sharing a home with an Austrian ghost named Siggy, for eight months once upon a time, but no I have not. Giving the ghost a name and identity makes their spirit stronger. You may be like: Veronica, you're doing this to yourself! Don't give the ghost a name if you know that will power it. IT IS TOO LATE FOR THAT, GENIUS. WHERE WERE YOU LAST WEEK BEFORE THE EVIL STARTED?

Special shout-out to former roommate Michelle, for telling me time and time again that I am not capable of evil. That, in conjunction with the month of June 2021, is the start of my villain arc. Evil has been brewing for years upon years and I am *this* close to cracking. You will know when it happens. In the meantime. I will be performing some protective magic to ward off this evil spirit, and I will be cursing the magic. If you want me to throw in a spell for your most-hated-homie, send me a private message as soon as possible and that can be arranged.

I mentioned going on Hinge a while back, and let me spill. This one man (let's call him Kyle, because every Kyle I know sucks EXCEPT Kyle from survivor season 47, they could never make me hate you) was all up in my business like "i wanna see you" "come over" and even after I told him that I will see him, but in a public location, he keeps on with the "let me come to your house." MEN ONLY WANT ONE THING. I suggested that we get together to study and he said "noooo but then you will distract me." I told him "that sounds like a skill issue." HIS REPLY – radio silence. He sent me a snap of ???? 24 hours later, and then another one 36 hours later. I waited until I was with Nicole to open them because if I have to see a penis, other people have to live through the horrors with me. It was just his face. Then I reported him and blocked him on Snapchat and Hinge. I love the Hinge game. 

CLARA HATES "KYLE" –Clara L

At the end of the day, there are two things that could fix me and my desire to always be evil: facing the ghost (this has transcended from the metaphor) head-on and actually talking for real one-on-one in this day and age, or throwing up at least two times. I cannot justify breaking my 6 (maybe more) year streak of not throwing up, so maybe it is the time I start getting a certain phone number. 

related but unrelated: I forgot my pills today and yesterday ALSO I haven't pooped since last week, but at least my anus has stopped bleeding.