Michael Constantino's Blurty

UCP
Today I had to go to UCP to see my ultra creepy psychiatrist. He sees me for like 5 minutes total, then I have to wait an hour for a ride. I brought my copy of The Hobbit with me and I sit near the door, and this retard comes and sits right next to me. This guy literally looked like Beetlejuice from Howard Stern. He starts to swear non stop at me and people walking by. He was like "I'm going to fucking whoop your ass, you stupid motherfucker!" I ignore him and go outside and read a chapter of the hobbit. Then my ride comes and that dude got picked up with me, and in the van he was swearing nonstop at me, and the driver didn't even say anything. I turn around and noticed he wasn't swearing at me, but singing along to some dumb rap song. He was singing loud as hell too.

I am tired on going to UCP. I actually scorn the place. The only reason I go, is because that is where my counselor and psychiatrist are based. It is a really creepy place. The whole place smells like drool, there are people in wheelchairs that look like they are dead. This one weirdo who wasn't in a wheelchair, was playing with a dead raccoon, and no one says anything. The people there can't talk, they just make noises. I really do not belong in that place, at all. I was thinking of finding a new counselor and psychiatrist just to not go there anymore, even though my counselor is pretty cool. Oh there are pics on the wall of retarded people at there most retarded. There is a picture of this fat retarded girl making the most bizarre face and it is cut and pasted onto a paper that says "This is my Declaration of Independence!" and "I just moved into a new group home". Great, who cares. UCP tried to find my an apartment a few months back after I got into a fight with my mom. The apartment was located in Kenmore on the corner of Kenmore and Colvin right across from Francos Pizzeria (With Lunch Buffet!!!!!) There was everything in that neighborhood in walking distance; Library, Pizzeria, Rite Aid, EB Games Etc. It was a really good neighborhood. I didn't move in. Why? Well because I had to live with a roommate, in the UCP system, which I was fine about. They said the guy that already was living there was a very high functioning person, and that you couldn't tell he has a mental illness (I have a Mental Illness, but not retardation, I am more in the depression, bipolar, range, like no one would be able to tell, unless I told them). So I go to meet this guy, and he opens the door, in nothing but his underwear. He is this fat slob (Way bigger than me), no shirt, no pants, just his tighty whiteys. My service coordinator was with me, and she did not say a word. The guy then started to feel himself up in front of us and started to stutter really bad. He was a creepy dude. I told my coordinator I am not moving in with this guy, he is way too creepy. He is creepy like he would go in your room while you are sleeping and comb your hair as you slept. I saw my coordinator yesterday, and she said that he still asks about me. I think he is gay for me or something.

Tonight I have to go for a sleep study at millard fillmore hospital. I found out I have sleep apnea and stop breathing for up to 4 minutes when I sleep. That means I am not as rested after a full nights sleep as most people. That is why I fall asleep at work.

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: The Cruel Angel's Thesis from Neon Genesis Evangelion Anime