Washington D.C.

I came back from Washington D.C. yesterday, after a semi sad goodbye to everyone in the program. I ate.

I don't know if our director just has horrible taste or Washington D.C. just has bad food.

Pretty much everyone agreed. The food was just not good. Not like my Houston food.

We went to this buffet the first day.

God awful.

It was like this place called Golden Corral here and most of us hate that because the food isn't great.

Yeah... I will never say another bad thing about Golden Corral. The buffet we went to, Old Country Buffet, was terrible. I don't know how it was edible.

As fucking disgusting that was, our last day, we went to. Hard Times Cafe.

That was throw up material.

We get there, the food is on the counter(granted we got there late), the place already looked sleazy and jank from the outside and inside, as we wait after we get our drink this small roach appears on the wall next to our table. So we thoroughly freak out.

After it is out of sight we calm down and we start receiving our food.

My 3 friends at the table with me got this burger.

It was burnt.

Pretty much everyone's burger was burnt.

I got the boneless wings.

The sauce was like 90% vinegar and 10% hot sauce.

Then as we're done picking at our food and returning it.

Another roach, or maybe the same roach, appears on the wall directly behind me.

So. Little tid bit about me. I don't play with roaches. If there is a roach near me, I will be very far away from it. I will freak the fuck out. I don't know why, I just really hate roached.

So, we're at a booth and I immedietly slide directly on top of my friend who is terrified of bugs. All bugs, but she was just so done with the place she didn't give a fuck.

So, I'm just like, okay. Calm cool. Son't freak out too much.

Then it gets closer to me (according to my friends facing the wall behind me, I couldn't see shit).

I basically push my friend off the seat as I try and get closer to the end of teh chair.

Then I'm talking to my friends and they get very wide eyed and are like oh shit, or something along those lines as they both stare at the same spot behind me.

According to my friend I fly out of the seat. I throw my phone to my right because I wasn't holding it tightly and I moved extremely fast.

Some how my phone ends up hitting a chair to my left.

I don't even understand, I distinctively remember throwing it to the right.

My friend Taylor is laughing her ass off. From shock, fear, and just the crap that had just happened this entire trip.

I am laughing due to the fact I made pretty much a fool out of myself and nervous reaction to fear.

She then proceeds to tell me after like a good minute how I new it fell down.

I had no fucking idea. I told her I just saw her and Carina's eyes get really wide and I wasn't going to wait to see what was gonna happen.

So, then my friend Alex kills it. So I sit down again.

Then they look behind me after we eat this brownie they gave us, and there is another fucking roach behind me. Needless to say I reacted about the same. I couldn't stand up fast enough.

My friend killed it with her chancla.

So I'm pretty much done with the place and at last we fucking leave.

Earlier that day we went to The Portrait Museum.

After hanging out awhile we decide to go downstairs and my other friend decides to go upstairs. So me and Carina plan to go downstairs via elevator. Some how she breaks it. So we end up using the other elevator that is going up and we're like sure whatever we'll find our friend who is up there. Then Taylor pops out of no where and calls Alex and we follow.

We go into this pitch black room except for this abstract painting that was like a shape landscape and was in a 3D type layout and it spread onto the floor. It would change colors and. Man, it was intense.

I stayed there for teh remaining 20 minutes tryong to figure out how it fucking changed colors. after giving up I tried to figure out what it was. What it represented. Then I gave up and tried letting the piece speak to me (I do this all the time with music when I don't understand what it is trying to tell me), and I sit there and I enjoy it.

When I let all logic go, I felt it.

It made me angry, sad, happy, at peace, and everything at once.

I don't know how to describe it.

Taylor later told me she spent a really fucking long time there. Then Alex and Carina left and we just sat there, then Ryan and Dani came in and after a few minutes Alex comes in and tells us we have like 3 minutes. We give it a long look for a second( because we didn't register Alex was there we only recognized him, so we kept looking at the painiting while he talked).

We didn't have to really give teh piece another look. We had seen teh rotation several times we knew it andd it knew us.

I probably sound crazy but it's a really trippy experience.

Taylor and I tried to explain what it was.

OUr conclusion? Emotion.

We experienced all teh same things after we threw logic into the wind.

We felt like we hit nirvana.

We felt light like we were just gliding along and out of teh world. The world kept shifting under us after we left. It was just wow.

We went across teh street to the Spy museum and in line we kept feeling it.

You know that feeling when you're on an airplane and you're rising in your seat as the plane ascends?

It felt kind of like that.

But while experiencing every feeling at once.

Just something you can't really explain. My description can't even do it justice.


If you ever decide to go to D.C. I recommend spending a good 3+ hours at the Newseum. That place is legit.

Visit the JFK performance center.

Go to the captiol building.

Going to the White House tour isn't worth it. Trust me.

The Holocaust Museum is a must. I didn't visit it but I've gone to the one in Houston several times and I hear it's twice as good and the one in Houston is really moving.

Go the the Washington monument.

Take teh double decker tour. Both of them. The day and night tour. Just make sure it isn't fucking 100 degress out. Be on top. And watch out for braches. It's a good tour.

Oh and go to Union Station that place is beautiful.

If you appreciate art and architecture.

Washington D.C. is fucking amazing to view.



It was an okay experience.


Also. I'm extremely distraught. I have about 8 days to fugure out where I'm going to get 6,000 dollars give or take to pay for college.


It's been a pretty rough week.

I just pretty much feel like throwing up, crying, and lying in a fetal position every second of every day now. Extremely unpleasant. It's kind of like when I was an inch away from killing myself everyday when I was younger, except I'm not completely shrouded by my own hopelessness, I have a positive outlook that it will work out, somewhat.

Doesn't stop stop me from feeling hopeless and restless, though.

Great way to spend the rest of July.


Pretty much I'm just going to just survive this.

The outcome isn't in my hands.


*Sorry about all the typos. I'm too exhausted fix it, and my hands are trying to rmemebr how to use a keyboard not a phone.

**I hope everyone is doing well, hopefull way better than me. If not, you know I'm always here. No matter how fucked up I am or how I'm feeling, I'm never to busy or emotional to help you in pretty much any shape or form.