The commissary they do here just flipped the script* on me I think and now I am just confused, and I don't have any stamps at all, and I am not sure if I am going to have enough money to cover the last order I put in. I made a new order because I thought the order I made before would be thrown out but only part of it was and...yeah I'm just confused. Now you probably are too.
You wouldn't believe just how crooked the ordering and commissary system is here. Well, of you course you would, this is the OCSD we're talking about! But I am going to stop myself on that subject because I still have two more weeks in here and I don't want to get in anymore trouble while I'm here. Now I had a slightly...odd experience today. Not bad, don't get me wrong. It was just unexpected you could say. I got called to a visit, and when they do that they say over the little speaker in our cells what numbered booth I am to go to. I was told to go to #5, and when I walked up the stairs to where the visiting is at, I was fully expecting to see my parents there. But instead there was an early twenties looking brunette girl who I did not know awaiting me. I thought maybe there was some mistake, but then she waved at me. What is the meaning of this?! I don't know this girl! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY PARENTS????!!!
She is the same girl I mentioned yesterday who wrote me and is a reader of the blog. It was bordering awkward for me for a second there. She was very nice and all, that wasn't the problem. It's kinda that, I like to make good impressions on people if it's at all possible, and having never met this girl before today, our first introduction being through glass, in a county jail, wasn't an impression I am stoked on. But you know, she was really nice, and it was very sweet of her to come and visit me, even though we didn't know each other. And she had nothing but good things to say about my blog, and hopefully despite the fact that I had just awakened and was wearing orange clothes that say "OC JAIL" on them, I was able to make a good impression for out first time meeting.
I mean hell, I have friends I have known over ten years who are my "best friends" who haven't written or visited me. And here, this girl who only knows the guy whose blog she's seen takes it upon herself to come down and visit me.
My "best friend" (who will remain nameless because his title is currently in question due to his actions, whom I have known over a decade, who I share the same birthday with and everything. I would die for this guy, I would kill for this guy, I would do anything for him) hasn't returned a single letter in almost four months. I even got a Christmas card from his family today. And still no word from him. I still love the guy, don't get me wrong. I can be mad only so long before I have to remind myself that we are all human, and we all do selfish things that hurt others, even our best friends.
Geez, I am not sure where I was going with all that. Did I just do a kinda mini tangent that branched off from me talking about how nice it was for this girl I didn't know to visit me? I did huh? Why didn't any of you stop me? Just say,
"Hey NightHawk, uhh you're getting a little off subject here man. Sorry to hear about your best friend and all, but focus would ya?I must be more tired than I thought. Anyway, thanks for coming to visit me today, and for the letters and everything. That was sweet of you and I really do appreciate it.
Well with that there is absolutely no denying just how tired I really am. So I am going to check off another day on my little calendar here. There we go. One more day down, one more day closer to home. And I am going to bed. Goodnight.
*To do the unexpected. To deviate from the norm.
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