Sunday, July 24, 2005

Eleventy-seventy and the color orange.

Yesterday was very incredibly emotionally draining.

Boy, was I a mess. *shakes head and half grins*

I haven’t felt that way... in a really long time.

But that was yesterday. Everything is more ok now, in those respects anyways. I’m gonna miss a few peoples from here, but that is to be expected and can’t really be helped, so yeah. =\



In less than one week, I went from living in the city to the suburb to the extreme back woods, which is where I am at now.

And it feels so weird, being here.

Everything is the same, yet different. For example, I had to take a really really long way up our mountain, because with the shorter and more direct way, the bridge washed out in one of the big rainstorms a little bit back. The other, more dirt roads way, it takes me a whole lot longer.

Old way = 10 minutes
New way = 25 minutes

Granted, it was 11 at night and I was dodging deer, had to pass through a few dirt roads, and I wasn’t all that familiar with that area, those parts of the roads in the dark, so the time might be a bit lesser as time progresses. *shrugs*

A good change is the general attitude of the family. Maybe it’s because I’m here, or maybe I haven’t been here long enough, but the fighting is a whole lot less. This is also the first time in years that I’m not in a constant state of argufying with my mom (because I initiated that change myself)

An extremely bad thing is that the house is a huge craphole that is literally falling apart. I was in the house less than a minute when I started to react violently to the mold spores and dirt and dust and whatever other funguses that reside here. The girls room is inhabitable, because the floor had molded through and is concentrated in the mold spores, and just even where I am sitting, here at the computer in the living room, the ceiling above me is discolored heavily, holes in places, and fuzzy and furry. The fuzzy-furry thing is new, I admit.


So everything feels like if you had a favorite old shirt and you lost it for a really really long time, and when you finally find it again and put it on, it feels funny even though it still looks the same.

Enough about that.


When I heard about the Sharm El-Sheik incident, I got a funny flippy feeling in my belly. When my aunt and cousins went there last year, right afore I came, they really liked the place and were on their way to going this year. They would have been there by now, if the eldest uncle wasn’t slow on the planning uptake.

Whatever happens happens, but I still marvel at how fate works.

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Friday, July 22, 2005

If only you knew the things you could do...
Mhm. Let's see, let's see.


Out of my uncle's house. Gonna go to my mom's for a week and a half, to spend time with my siblings and visit with some old friends, but afore I do that, I'm hanging out a while at a friend's house for a few days.

Actually, if they read this, it'll be up to them to say who they are. It's a bit complicated as to why I wont publicly admit, and I dont quite feel like explaining it either, so yeah.


Maybe I'll end up embarassed, because they're such a dork it's painful. *poses and puts back of hand dramaticly on forehead*

Nah. =P


On Tuesday, July 19, I, Aleia I-*trips and falls over*


Oy! Where was I? Saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It wasnt that bad, but it was odd how they added some things that werent in the book. I like the book better, so yeah. =)


Ah yeah, that movie, Batman Begins, it rocks socks. Did I ever mention that before?


In Fantastic Four, the plot seemed to move rather fast paced. *shrugs*


Went to the doctor about the ear infection that I've had for over a month. I think I was finally allowed to go because my brother got sick and I had to take him. It had to be suggested to my uncle that I get treated as well, but eh, that's my uncle. That's the way he is. *shrugs*


Whenever I was saying good bye to my 15 year old cousin, I hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear to be good and take care of himself. He laughed out loud and said "Yeah, me be good. Like that's gonna happen."

I had to laugh, but it left me with a haunting ominous feeling. *raises eyebrow*


Uh, not much lately. Getting picked on relentlessly by certain peoples and tripping on things that most people dont.


Methinks I better be going, afore I get yelled at. <.<;;


But how are you guys? Havent talked to most of you for a really long time. Tell me what's been going on and stuff. =)




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Monday, July 4, 2005

Seeking my inner chocolate chip cookie.
Leaving NJ in a week or two. Yeah, I really do have a knack for getting myself into trouble. o.o;;


Now to find a way to put that skill to good use...



Prolly wont be on AIM till I get to school, in August. But I'll be able to access pms and stuff in two weeks, so yeah.


Stay safe. It's a hard job, but someone's gotta do it. ^_~


Ps. MAHORO IS THE CUTEST CHARACTER OF ANY GENRE I'VE EVER COME ACROSS!!

*squeals a girly girl squeal inspiried by overwhelming sweetness*

^.^;;


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Saturday, July 2, 2005

Hmm. You taste like the main ingredient for lame pie.
Hmm. It’s a very foggy 5:30 in the am, all the way here in Lower East side Manhattan, NY... (I am really really going to miss it here =\ )

And I am splenderific. I am alright. =)

... As opposed to the past last few days, as some (maybe hopefully only one) know just a little of. -.-;;

*cough*

But really, no worries.




Stuffs from the past few days:


‘Bout the car thing. It’s going to take a total of about 3-4 months to get the title to my name, and I really don’t have that much time. I have to be at my school by August 13, and that’s only a little bit over a month away (meep o.o;;)

That only leaves hopping a plane over to San Antonio, where my school is. Reservations are already done for that. Goodness goodness, everything feels so real now...

X_+;;;

Stuff and stuff, gonna fix things so I can drive it to my mom’s house and leave it there till things are done. I don’t care if my mom takes it, although a recent talk with her makes me highly doubt she will. *rolls eyes*

I am prolly going to go to Egypt sometime during winter break. When I get back from that, I can bring my car to San Antonio then.

Road trip, anyone? =)


Wednesday, the aunt I live with and all her kids cept the 15 year old went to the airport, to go to Egypt.

Earlier that day, I had shut myself up in the boy’s room, cause I was on the phone with my school scheduling my classes. My 10 year old cousin walks quietly into the room and shuts the door behind him.

Omar: *wriggles his little self under his bed*

Me: What are you doing? 0_o;;

Omar: Aleia, look what I’ve got under the bed! *rumage*

Me: You have yourself under there XD

Omar: No, look at this! =D *tosses a red flat package of something in my lap*

Omar: Do you have matches, by the way? <.<

Me: And why would I give matches to a little pyromaniac like yourself? *raises eyebrow*

Me: *notices it’s a package of firecrackers that was tossed* o.o!

Me: Where did you get this? 0_0

Omar: From the projects! They sell those things 16 in a pack for half a dollar! >:D

Me: *moans* >.< Oh noo...



Later, I go in the basement, and I hear BOOM BOOM BOOM BANG BANG BANG CRACK CRACK CRACK *All three aunts upstairs screaming in panic and suprise all the while*

I hear his mom hollering at him for being a real dumbass and what’s he trying to do, set the house on fire? I knew then that he (accidently?) set them off in the kitchen.

Oh goodness, it was so incredibly hilarious. XD If you don’t find it all that funny, it’s prolly cause you weren’t there. Ah, but too bad you weren’t. That incident is something that I’m going to remember for a long, long while.


Needless to say, his mom searched all his pockets in his shorts for more firecrackers before they went off to the airport. The last thing they needed was to get in loads of trouble for attempting to carry explosives aboard. *wry grin*


Ah. Good times, good times. ^_^;;


Mhm. More to report, but I think since it’s almost 6, I’m gonna crash.

Catch you later. ^_~


Just a question. What do you think would qualify someone as being emotionally unstable?



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Friday, July 1, 2005

Taking comfort in the equasions
Tell me something I wouldnt know about yourself.


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Thursday, June 30, 2005

Complexed-up emotions gone awry.
Because I'm lazy. Explains the car shit, so yeah.


aleia85: When I lived in PA, my family had collected a total of three vehicles.
aleia85: My grandmother had given my mom her red mazda, to drive to work, so my brother could drive the family car, a subaru station wagon, to his college classes and I could drive to my doctor appointments
aleia85: Because of the situation with my dad, over the years, my conservative aunt had been given money to hold, from people that knew the situation
aleia85: I think the money was intended for college.
aleia85: It wasnt all that much, but I'm thinking enough for a small, not expensive car.
aleia85: When I had to get a job, the money was given from my aunt to my mom, so I could get a car.
aleia85: I have no idea how much money was given, nor how much the car cost, because my mom said that the money left over would be for insurance or whatever, and I prolly owed her money anyways.
aleia85: *rolls eyes*
aleia85: So now there was my car, but in my mom's name.
aleia85: My brother, a very few months ago, completely destroyed the subaru.
aleia85: There are a lot of complications with the mazda, because when my grandma died, she willed everything to her husband, and my mom's dad didnt will much of anything to my mom.
aleia85: So when he died, all the money he had in the bank, all his land, it went to charities, organizations, the state.
aleia85: So my mom is trying to find out how and who she had to buy the mazda back, and for how much, ect.
aleia85: Sometime this week, she might lose custody of that car.
aleia85: Before I went to Egypt, me and my mom went to the AAA office, to change the title of the car from my mom's name to mine.
aleia85: I found out a few days ago that the AAA office had lost all the paperwork and stuff, so the car is still in my mom's name, which is why I cant get it registered, insured, or stickered.
aleia85: I sent all the car paperwork to my mom, so she could go back to that office and try to do it again.
aleia85: My mom, she said she wont buy back the mazda, if the people want too much money for it.
aleia85: She said because she'll prolly lose custody of the car soon, she wants me to come much earlier than I planned, so she can use my car to go to work and stuff.
aleia85: I asked her where she was going to buy another car, if they wanted too much for the mazda
aleia85: And she replied "Why should I have to buy another car, if I still have one in my name?"
aleia85: I told her I honestly didnt mind if she used my car to go to work, but I do need it to go to school.
aleia85: She said I really dont need to go to that school, and she'll use her car as long as she wants.


I know something will work out, but this is an update of the situation as of yesterday. Not all that... nevermind, I am kinda worried. The way my mom is, in all honesty, I'm prolly going to lose my car. I guess that's ok. It is a rather large necessity, but I'm not going to die without it, so yeah.


A friend of three years just thanked me for no apparent reason, out of the blue. I asked what for, and he said "I always feel lots better after talking to you."

I am glad somone does. Makes me wish I could talk to myself. ^_~


I dont feel well at all, so I think I'm going to go.

Adieu and everything else it implies.


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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

That'll be the day, when I finally have had my fill of cherries.
Mhm. Not having much of an online connection nor any TV channels to speak of, I have been immersing myself in mind-expanding life altering, near philosophical but mostly psychological discoveries about humans and the universe, uncovered, of course, during a soul-searching back packing treck across cities and countryside.

Nah, I kid. How could I explain that kind of few hour absence to my uncle? ^_~


But yes. I've been looking into some new manga. Bleach is a good example.

BECAUSE IT'S BETTER THAN YOU!

Yeah, it's that good. =)

I brought one called Mahoromatic, but I havent had time to read it yet. But it looks really sweet, from what I read about it.

Been distracted by car problems (Haha Dragonboy. I meant to tell you that was the cause of distraction. I highly doubt you assumed that as the source =P )

My aunt and all her kids, except one, are heading off to Egypt Wednesday.

I miss Egypt. A lot. Cant say exactly why.

And I know I'll miss the kids that are leaving, as annoying as they can be, and as bratty as they are. =\

Stuff and stuff.

It's been raining a lot today. Hmm. You know, when it rains like this...

....

...the basement floods. Badly. *glances at little lake forming slightly beyond the door*


Aw crap. And I cant even swim.


I'm incredibly tired, and since passing out in the middle of a newfound lake isnt high on my list of important things to do, I will head off, and explain more later.

But first, I deem this new lake rapidly forming under my feet (which are right under my butt cause I'm sitting on them, as I'm afraid a tide from this new-forming lake, which is promising to cover every inch and so much more of the basement floor, the tide will catch me under and that will be the end of me unless a brave band of overtly large roaches (Roaches can swim, ya know) try to save my silly drowning self, but knowing how I am, the second I see them I'll let loose all the air in my mouth in a last but instinctive girly girl squeal that I honestly cant help... )


Ok. I'll start over.


I DEEM THIS NEW LAKE, THE ONE FORMING UNDER MY FEET AS I TYPE....

Lake Manatee ^.^

The End!



Ps: ^.^


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Monday, June 20, 2005

From the complexed up files of Yours Truly.
Some major happenings that occurred in my almost a month absence:

- A friend of mine, her husband beat her up. Afterwards, he calmly walked to the corner store, brought a pack of cigarettes, and strolled down the street. It took the cops 45 minutes to come, along with the ambulance. Not the first time he hit her, not at all, but he quite for a while for some reason. I babysat all her kids till she came home, and helped in all ways that I possibly could, including financial, as limited as I am. When she dropped the restraining order the next morning and let him come back into the house, I felt… never mind what I felt. Things went very down hill from there, and because of different factors and such, I got in some messes involving social services and her kids that could have been put in my record, none of which was my fault at all and all because of association.

Needless to say, the whole mess and situation was/is cause for a lot of stress for me. But I did/am learning a lot from it, things and information and skills that I believe will come in rather handy plenty of times in the future. Good does come from bad.

Did I mention that her husband very much strongly doesn’t like me? He thinks of me as a bad influence, because she has some loose plans to divorce him. How come so many adults see me as a bad influence? Honestly, that is a question to ponder. So many unrelated vastly different adults thinking like that about one kid, it might not be normal, you know. 0_o

- GUESSWHATGUESSWHATGUESSWHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? I got accepted into the school I wanted to go to!!!!

^_____^ + =D + *giddy girly girl squealing* + (shock/surprise) X 100 = (Me)

School starts middle of August, and because I'm living on campus, I have to be there early middle. Lots of planning and plotting, indeed. =D


My math credits were the only credits that didn’t cross over. I kinda almost passed it for nothing >_<

I mean, it’s good that it’s somewhere in my history, that I passed all my classes AND GOT A 3.8 GPA OVERALL, but they’re still going to give me math, and I’m prolly going to need help on it. *sob*

Oh yeah, about my 3.8 GPA. My uncle was... very unimpressed by it.

Uncle: What’s your GPA? *looks* Oh….3…point….8. How nice. That’s... good.

Me: =\

He knows 4.0 is the highest most get. I figured his reaction to my grade was the same as when a little kid puts a little scribble on a piece of paper and hands it to you like it’s the greatest masterpiece in all the world and you’re extremely distracted and don’t wanna be bothered by it so you offhandedly and vaguely say how great it is, when really it’s not very impressive.

Ah ha. *shakes head* Doesn’t matter. He’s still going on to relatives about my old MyO, about how I put things about him on a medium where millions and trillions have access/seen it. Most certainly not millions; barely even hundreds, honestly. MY BACKROOM COUNTER TELLS NO LIES! So I should know, I mean. About how many “millions” of people that stumble upon/oddly desire to want to read my whining and ramblings. *half smiles* =P

Been overdosed heavily millions of times over with speechings from various family members (Save me X_+), who are strongly opposed to where I have to move, for my school. (Completely out of state. Hey, it’s even in a different time zone. *grins*) I plan to live on campus, and everyone has been argufying with me strongly and heavily about staying near my mom or some other relative, like my uncle.

I guess it's popular opinion that the school is way too far away, and that I am going to wreck my life in a glorifying unrepairable mess of fireworks and flames and dispair; screw myself up permanently and so much more, all single handedly by myself, if I move away from family. Isn't it great, the many things I can accomplish, and all by myself? =)

XD

I’m fiercely stubborn and it’s finally gotten through to at least one person that I’m going to leave and there isn’t very much that can stop me except huge natural disasters (Like my death, for example XD ) and there isn’t anything that anyone can say that will convince me otherwise.

So that roughly means that so far, only the eldest uncle has resigned himself to the fact. That leaves only my mom, my aunt that is my dad’s sister, my uncle (who is argufying with other people about it >=| ), my dad, who yelled on the phone when my mom told him (Good job mom. Now my dad can yell and argufy with me about religion and school! =D ) and some other people that I know from here left in the….fight? War? Argufying? Opposing side?. 0_o


My brother is staying here, with me and everyone. I missed him too much, and yet there is little that is the same. It feels most the time he is acting a bit cold and plenty distant towards me and I don’t know why. It hurts, it does it does. ;_;

He still jokes a bit around with me, but it’s something else I get from him, it doesn’t feel right. Him being here, it hits me how…serious of a guy he is. I never realized my brother didn’t have that much of a sense of humor (He takes everything waaaay too seriously o.o ), how he has no sense of adventure whatsoever (his sense of adventure is backwards, if you ask me 0_o ) and…I dunno. I feel like I’m really different from him, in so many aspects. It’s a wonder we get along/have anything in common at all.

....I wonder if he’s acting odd with me, because of religion...

*sad face*


One really late afternoon, I was driving back from the store with groceries. I was right around the corner from the house when I heard BANGBANGCRACKCRACKBOOMBOOMBOOOOOOOM, along with vibrations, all within yards of the van.

I almost peed my pants cause I thought there was a shootout. And here I am, caught right in the middle of it.


But nay! Turns out my dumbass cousin went and got himself a whole mess of illegal fireworks and was lighting and setting them up and off all over the neighborhood. When I was there, the retard had lit up a whole pack at once. Some of the neighbors called the police on him and his fellow idiots, so for a few hours they went into hiding. And then let one loose two or three feet away from me, outside. I didn’t even see the damn thing, as it was getting really dark outside, and all of a sudden there was a huge blinding flash of light and some heat and a huge deafening crack and lots of intense ringing in my ears. Coulda blown my leg off. But at least it woulda been my left one, so I still coulda drove a car if it did happen. XD


*cough*


Oh well.


Aye, I see in a month’s time, not much happens on the boards and such. But I do miss talking to certain peoples, so yeah. Cant be online, as school let out for me and so I cant use the school computers, and I most certainly cant/wont use my uncle’s, as he still/would religiously and devotedly go and check every single site I went to. So internet when I go to my NY aunts. I mean, I explain all that so people don’t worry about me and stuff. *nods*


And apparently, there were a lot of people that were worried. In all honesty, I really didn’t figure my absence would be noticed. I’m not being emo or anything; I’m just not a mover and a shaker at any boards or anything; nor celebrity status within the MyO community. Not that that’s a bad thing at all….. =P


Mhm. Plenty stuffs (Ack X_+) happened today (Yesterday? It’s freaking 3 in the morning now T_T) so I’ll….stop here, and update tomorrow. Or today? Whatever. I’m gonna go to sleep. XD

How are you guys, anyways? =)
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Sunday, May 22, 2005

I know I wasn't expecting the Spanish Inquisition.
No, really.


Anyways. I was right, when I predicted stuff was gonna happen. *grins and shakes head*


Thursday night, my uncle kindasorta snapped and told me that he's kicking me out and I'm leaving as soon as my car stuffs is fixed and he calls my mom to convince her to let me live with her.

He said he was going to change the front door locks and get my car tire fixed so I can leave and when I calmly pointed out that I fixed the tire myself two weeks ago, it rendered him speechless for a few seconds, which I quietly found rather amusing.

Anyways.

Apparently, I'm building myself a record here. Kicked out of two homes. Goodness goodness.


In all honesty, the only thing that pretty much floored me was the part where my uncle honestly expected that after my school was finished for me that I stay inside the house 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. There's no TV, like I said before, and there isnt any internet.

There is nothing to do in the house, unless I was driven to the critical point of mindless boredome that I would hand scrub every single peice of dirty laundry in the laundry bin, after scouring the house for said scattered laundry.

And then maybe afterwards I can scrub the house meticulously inch by inch with toothbrushes! w00t! =D

And practically pee my pants with excitement every time somone asked me to run an errand to the corner store! ^^

*cough*


What really made me extremly angry was when I found out yesterday morning that my uncle was extremly angry with me for something that I had said. What I had said was told only to one person, and it was over the phone late at night when I had figured everyone to be asleep. What I had said wasn't bad; it didnt even have anything to do with him.

But it was very much proof that he listens to some/quite a few of my phone conversations. u.u


So now besides there not being any TV or internet, I can't really use the phone, unless I'm having a conversation that I want people to listen to. It's not that I talk about bad things; it's about the privacy. I wouldnt want my uncle to listen in on even my most mundane phone conversation, so yeah.

You know what I mean. Hopefully. <.<;;


And the other thing that made me angry concerning this is that he didnt act angry or even off towards me Friday. I had no idea he was angry at me untill I talked to other people, the people he spent time ranting to about me. I have to talk to other people to know things from him.

How come it feels like watching crowds of people calmly walking around and ignoring a huge blazing train wreck that's right in the middle of everything?


Ah well. *shrugs*


I'm ok, though. Well, once I got over the phone thing I was ok. Took me a while, cause lately I havent been able to eat or sleep properly and I had only gotten 2 hours of sleep for Saturday, and 4-5 the night before and goodness knows what before that, and I think not eating much and getting little sleep makes a person extremly paranoid. I had myself convinced the phone was tapped and my personal belongings sorted through, and may have a smidgeon mildly/pretty much odded out the few people I had talked to during the morning/early afternoon. XD

<.<

>.>


Well, it's kinda a little funny, and yet not, so no comment.


But yeah. Everything is gonna turn out, so no worries. =)




- I temporarily dyed all my hair an auburn red color. It stays in for about two weeks or so, and I have to admit, it's interesting in a good way.

...Somehow accidently got some dye on a part of the green shirt that I like. Demoted it to pajama shirt. -.-



- My aunt took me and my cousin to see Revenge of the Sith. It was good, keeping in mind it's going to be at least a little similiar to the rest of the series and such.


If I have time, I'll edit this later because it's 6 am and I didnt sleep since the two hours I managed in whenever it was the last time I slept. For a while now my brain has been buzzing and I figure I oughta at least have to try to force myself to sleep a few hours, afore running around today in one of my seemingly few last days of freedom.

.....


Yeah. Carry on.




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Thursday, May 19, 2005

Would joining the Dark Side require a uniform change?
See, I dunno if knowing my uncle has bigger problems than me makes things any better.


I dont know if he will forget about me because of all the other stuff going on, or will he concentrate on me to take everything out on/to ignore everything else, which involves more than one person, thus meaning he has lesser chances of controle as opposed to one 20 year old girl?



I almost died, when I found out the exact context in how my uncle learned about my school plans. There was an argument, where he was yelling about how he doesnt have controle over the kids (Not a new subject *rolls eyes*) when my aunt yelled that he's such a controle freak that everyone would do anything to get away from him. Hell, *insert neices' name here* is applying to a school practically across the country, to get away from you.


Me: WRONG ANSWER!! >:o


While I was babysitting yesterday, the baby fell down some steps and got a huge bump on his head. =\


After the mom came back, I ran to the house, to get antiseptic stuff for the baby, and I ran into the house and into my uncle, which was not...yeah. The way he greeted me, it sounded funny, like it had way too much hidden meaning for my good health, and it really threw me off and pushed me past extreme anxiety and yeah. I breathlessly explained that stuff happend while I was babysitting and I had to get stuff and run. I saw the phone next to him and picked it up to put it back on the charger. I saw there was a missed call and a message left on the machine, and I was already on edge because I had called the school I had applied to in the morning, to ask when I would know if I was accepted, and so I was expecting someone from there to call back. You can understand why I would be anxious, because too much depends on whether I am accepted or not. X_+

I checked the missed number and I recognized the number as from the school. I checked the time and realized that they had called only a few minutes afore I arrived...


Which meant my uncle prolly stood there and listend to the whole message on the machine.


My uncle was still near, so I didnt bother to try to listen to the message. I ran over next door, fretted, and came back to a seemingly empty house.

Played back the message and almost died. The guy who called from the school, they left a very long, extremely detailed message, saying the name of the school, the location, the state, who they were calling for, how I expressed interest in their school, what I needed to turn in to be considered, ect.

Good because it was rather informative, bad because my uncle prolly stood there and listened to it, which would explain stuff. *gestures*

I deleted the message, so there wouldnt be physical proof, should... he...want it later. <.<;';


When I went to go to sleep that night, he came in the living room and asked me if my school was over. I mummered a yes, and he left.


Woke up early this morning, becuase things...were very bad. =\

I went to the kitchen to stay out of the line of fire, and my uncle came in. He said there was a message yesterday for me from San Deigo, San Antonio, something like that, from my school. Did I hear it?

Indeed I did.


Then he handed me a postal letter for me from Rutgers.

I sense stuff is going to happen, and prolly soon, too.


About a month or so ago, the kids went through my stuff and found an old bank statement. They proceeded to flaunt just how much I had (Note the past tense >:| ) and I am almost positive that most everyone knows. Dumb retards.


I'm trying to take things as they come, not look so much foreward for things to worry about.

I guess I'm just the Queen of Worry, yeah? ^_~




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