Nottelmann’s on now.

Because I napped so long yesterday I was up till 5 AM. I chatted with Jones. She’s gay, too. After just 4 hours of sleep, the usual commotion woke me up.

Barajas caught me talking to next door on my hour out, and me talking to Teresa on her hour out.

“You should know better,” she said in a shame-on-you tone of voice. I laughed in her face real loud and she shook her head and made like she was going to tear the hair out of her head.

Then when I saw her downstairs passing out aspirin, I called out that I wanted some. “You’re not getting anything, S!” she jokes.

Right before she left I asked her if I drove her too crazy, and she surprised me by saying no and that she’d put in a request to come back before I left. “I promise you,” she said, “but you have to behave.”

A hearing officer came to see me about a grievance I had put in. This is the first time one’s ever seen me about a grievance. It was the one bitching about how long it was taking for my last inhaler. Anyway, I told him I received it right after I submitted that grievance. “That’s how it always works,” he said.

Jill made her rounds today. She shocked me by stopping by to see me, saying it would be a while before she’d see us again (I guess she won’t be rearranging us any time soon). She said to put in a tank to her if I wanted out.

No way will I return to Tent City! The bugs alone are enough to keep me indoors.

I asked, and Nottelmann said that Rosa went to GP, but that was months ago and she doesn’t even know if she’s still here. That’d be a damn good sign if she wasn’t here because that’d most likely mean they dropped her case because she couldn’t have made the million-dollar bail, and she wouldn’t be convicted and DOCd that fast, either. If she’s free, I doubt I’ll ever be able to find her, and if she is, she probably went back to Mexico. I’ll ask Tom to check, but she could be in the tents. According to Jamie, I dorm is now for unsentenced tent people.

You can’t always trust what Jamie says, though. She’s so contradicting, saying she hates noise and is a quiet person. As Hope pointed out, she’s not quiet. And if she hates noise, how could she stand the tents?

Why can’t people just admit what they are?

Last night I told the juvi next to me to tell Maria, the girl that Laticia’s been yelling with, that her friend went to A Tower. I guess she’s buying it so far because I haven’t been sandwiched between any shouting matches yet today.

Today I splurged and bought a strawberry and a grape soda along with my hot chocolate.

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I’m sooo fucking pissed! Just when I get unpissed, something goes and pisses me the fuck off again! Aaarrrggghhh!!!

I flushed the fucking hot dog down the toilet as soon as I got up here with my tray. I’m so sick of even seeing the fucking things!

Joe, have I got plans for you, you mother-fucking, scum-sucking deranged dickhead from hell!

Oh, what I would give to shove these fucking weenies down the throats of every sick, demented shithead involved in putting me here! Better yet, I’d just cuff them to a chair and pour pepper straight from its container right down their slimy little throats, and I’d make sure to get plenty up their noses, too. The fucking psycho judge expects me to live on spice and dead salad for half a year, then live my life according to a script that he and others who don’t even know me write out for me? I don’t fucking think so! They can all go fuck themselves and shove these weenies up their assholes while they’re at it!