So...hey. I guess. I'm not even sure if anyone is reading this. Dr. Stein said it would be a good idea to keep a journal or something while here. You know, track my daily progress or whatever. Fuck that. Journals are for losers. But he was nice enough to let me keep my blackberry so...I'm kinda blogging through e-mail, I guess. Blogging's cool. Uh, so...anyways...my name is Renae Coleman and I admit....I have an anger problem. But I don't consider myself a nutcase so I'm pretty much confused as to why I had to go to the happy farm and am now here in this halfway house. Ah well...this place is sure to be better than the mental home. At least there isn't a dress code here. Trust me, if you look at enough people wearing the same disgusting shade of eggshell white, you'd soon fit the criteria needed to be in such a place.
I got told that if I manage to keep my temper under control, I should be able to go back home. Well..not home home...I kinda lost my apartment in the settlement. It's not right, I tell you. I paid for that place but that skank got to keep it, just because she got fried when I accidently dropped the toaster oven in the bath with her. Skank...
I was told I'd be living with seven other people but I was the first to arrive. The paperboy was making his rounds. He kept giving me dirty looks. I tried to explain to him that I was only doing this because I had to and that I wasn't insane but the little punk didn't seem to believe me. He just better watch himself. If his punk behavior prevents my escape, I will hunt him down and have him singing falsetto for the rest of his life.
One of my roommates arrived just in time to divert my attention, allowing that little prick to scurry off. She looked...strange but hey, I'm not supposed to judge people, right? Despite her questionable fashion sense, she seemed cool. Her name is Axelle Sullivan and apparently, she is in for being a druggie. Other than that, nothing seems wrong with her so...we got along pretty well right off the bat.
Two of our other roommates got off the bus together and were already arguing. I have no idea what it was about, though. The guy kept blowing the girl off, and she seemed really apologetic about something. My take is she probably offended him. I did get their names, though. The guy's Shura Nielson. I don't know what he's in for, though but Axelle tells me he was part of some hippie movement or something. The girl's name is Riona Holt. Now her I know. She was in the newspapers after she was caught trying to climb into the shark tank at the aquarium. She seems nice but kinda emo. Ah well.
Our other roommates arrived soon after. One of the girls, a girl named Enu Kaur, wondred off into the house before I could say anything. I know about her though. She was in the news for stealing sperm from a sperm bank. Talk about sick. I got to talk to the others, though. The other woman is named Masuyo Tanaka and she, apparently, is a skank. Yeah. She looks like one so I guess it is true. Then we have two weirdos. I think they're the reason I'm a lesbian. One is named Demyon Parker but he insisted we call him Ryu. Yeah...he thinks he's a ninja or some such nonesense. He got along awfully well with Brodie Miller, who looks like one of those creepy guys in the corner of bars.
After introductions, we all sorta just went off on our own. Enu and Masuyo sat down and watched TV, Riona kept to herself and painted, Demyon and Shura played chess and Axelle cleaned up. Apparently, the last residents here weren't neat freaks. There were newspapers everywhere and the counters in the kitchen were covered in dirt...ew. Luckily, Axelle seems to enjoy cleaning. Thank goodness. I know I won't be the maid around here.
As for me? I decided to get some reading in. I probably don't look like it but I do enjoy good literature. It always seems to calm me, you know? The selection I had to choose from wasn't so bad. But alot of the books on the bottom shelf were picture books. ...Yeah. Picture books.
Brodie decided to raid the fridge. Typical man. He leaves the door open and just picks at things. If we get food poisoning because of him, I'm going to lock him in the back patio and make him paint for his food. But seeing him be a glutton made me kinda hungry....
I decided to make me a bowl of ramen. Chicken flavored, naturally. It's the only good flavor. It's supposed to be a pretty simple dish. I know, I know...I should use the stove. But hey, there ARE microwaving directions on the package so...yeah. It's gotta be fine.
WTF!? What is with THIS crap?! I put it on for the right amount of time and didn't over water it! Microwaves are NOT supposed to combust! No no no! The package lied to me!
This is not a good start! Ugh. I managed to find the fire extinquisher, though. But man, I'm so exhausted...what if this happens again? I can't believe I'm the FIRST to cause a fire. How is THIS gonna prove my sanity?!
The fire shook all of us, really. I wasn't the only one who kinda...lost it. Shura, Enu and Brodie all did too. Masuyo, though...that bitch...she just stared at us and laughed. She has no right to call us crazy! Why, she's crazy for NOT being shook up! Most normal people would be terrified of fires. Then again...she's here....in a halfway house. She's not normal.
Dr. Stein came by to check up on us and really helped us all out. He's a very strange looking man but he knows his stuff. He helped calm all of us down and even treated us to ice cream! He says it's a happy food...anywho. Yeah. Kudos, Dr. Stein.
I took some time to really spend time to myself and get a shower in. Trust me, in this place, it is reeeeeally hard to get a moment to yourself. The toilet and shower are all open-ended so anyone can just waltz in and see your business. I don't mind much, though. I'm comfortable with my body.
Though, some of my roommates aren't the brightest bulbs in the box. Riona had just finished cleaning the shower for Demyan but he instead decided to take a sponge bath...with her still in the room. Poor girl. I think her brain died a little. Seeing a naked ninja-wannabe is not really the cure to depression...
I decided to get to know my roommates since..well...gonna be spending alot of time with them, might as well make friends. Shura seemed pretty normal, you know. When he's not talking about trees and pollution. We had breakfeast together and he told me about his house, which is apparently better for the enviornment than every other house. Uh...huh. Did I forget to mention he still lives with his mom?
But you know, he's still pretty weird. I went to get something to drink late at night and I saw him on the back patio, talking to a volleyball. I couldn't hear much (the walls are soundproof) but I think he was calling it Al Gore...yikes.
He was telling Axelle about what got him in here. Apparently, he tried to kill off some government offical who was going to pave over a park and make a new mall. This guy is very serious about his beliefs, huh? Axelle sorta zoned him out but poor Riona tried to climb out the window. The door was currently being blocked by Enu, apparently.
Riona keeps to herself alot. She is friendly and all but...you know....only talks when talked to. I think I gave her a scare when I suddenly asked her if she'd seen the remote. She was busy writing in her journal at the time. Geez, no need to be surprised...I found it, by the way.
I do try to be nice to her, though. I didn't really plan on it but...she's just so young and pathetic. I tried my best to keep my temper under control when she set the stove on fire. Poor girl was in tears. I couldn't find it in my heart to yell at her. I dragged her away, had Axelle give her a pep talk and I put out the flames. Score one for Renae. Score zero for her temper.
I mean, she's not totally useless. Unlike the others and Axelle, she does things around the place. She often helps Axelle clean and, when I had to leave before the grocery truck arrived, she made sure to greet the deliverer and pay her.
That's right. I get to actually leave every day! I don't get to go anywhere special, though. Dr. Stein thought it'd help if I fufill one of my life's dreams. He sat me down and we went through each one. I've always wanted to be a doctor, you know. I actually went to college for it but I had to drop out when my family fell on hard times and couldn't help me pay for my dorm and such.
So, Dr. Stein is helping me out. He got me a job as a nurse at the local clinic and is helping me to finish my education here. I really appreciate it all. Not just because I get to live out my life's dream but because it gives me something to get away to.
I mean...it's starting to get to me. Ninja boy is the weirdest of us all. Always crocuhing down, peeing himself (don't ninjas use toilets?) and trying to attack us from the shadows. He hurt himself yesterday. He tried to climb the tree outside but, naturally, gravity made him its bitch.
He also tried to remove Enu's bra. Srsly. I'm not kidding. He made a really sucky smokebomb and tried to steal it. But she caught him and yelled at him. For someone who has alot of kids, you'd think she'd enjoy male attention. Huh.
Brodie isn't as annoying but he is pretty blah. He often makes fun of the way I smell when I come home from work. Well, Brodie, you try dealing with sick old people all day and smell like roses. Prick. He's still on my list...
But we do have some things in common...we both love money. On one of the days where he wasn't being a total douchefunnel, we hatched a plan to get some cash. He wandered outside and tried to beg people for cash. Didn't go so well so I tried next. Funny...I got some money. Maybe it's the power of my breasts?
Brodie and Axelle get along better than he and I do. Axelle is just a friendly person so it's no surprise. But something about them pillow fighting in the bathroom reeeeally upset Enu. She's a weirdo, she is. She spends all her time crying in corners or sleeping on the couch.
But she does have her pros. She, along with Riona, paints alot. And I didn't know this but there's alot of really fancy shmancy art collectors who totally dig crappy art made by mental cases. I learned this while helping some debutant recover from a botched nose job. I showed her some of Enu's paintings and she actually bought them. Ka-ching!
Anyway, that's it for now. My fingers are hurting from all this typing. Guess I'll pick back up later. I gotta get dressed. Dr. Stein wants us all to do a group meeting to discuss our problems. Yeah. Sounds fun.