Thursday, April 28, 2005

Never thought I'd let a rumour ruin my moonlight


Aye. Starting from last weekend.

All of Sunday was spent oversleeping, and scrubbing the entire bathroom with a scrub brush, a toothbrush, and a cloth sponge. Took a few hours, but when I get in the mood to clean, I really love doing it. I very much enjoy myself, somehow. I love cleaning, but what I hate is how obsessive-compulsive I get, when I’m like that. When I’m scrubbing or whatever, it has to be perfectly clean when I’m through with it, or else it’s going to bother me to no end until I go to absolute last resorts and extremes to get it the cleanest that I can.

Spend the rest of after that showering and picatooring around.

Forget Saturday. I have no idea what I did, but I prolly overslept and procrastinated. I’m a great procrastinator, and that’s terrible. =\

Tuesday, missed class, to work on the huge project that…I…procrastinated on. =X

Oh yeah. Walking back from the lab Tuesday, I managed myself a stalker. Some guy came up to me, telling me he’s new around here; just came from Long Island, stuff and stuff. I politely brushed him off, but he was still very persistent. Followed me 5 or 6 blocks, he did. He went from asking me my name (I didn’t give it to him <.< ) to saying that after we knew each other for a few weeks, we could live together. By then it was pitch dark out, and I somehow managed to lose him in the one grocery store, by weaving through large last minute crowds.

Walked zig-zag patterns to where I live.

From all this, I learned that I’m a bit better at keeping a strait mind. I mean, come on, I was by myself, in the dark streets of an already dangerous neighborhood, with a strange guy tagging along, insistent on…something. I dunno. Fear does change how you would react. I mean, after the last time, I would tell myself “Yeah, next time, you’re gonna tell the guy off! You’re gonna do this and that; be a whole lot stronger than last time?and the whole time I’m telling myself this, a little part inside me is going “Next time? Whadday mean, next time? I don’t want to be there when “next time?happens! *whimper* o.o;;?and goes quietly hiding. I knew that I prolly wouldn't act like how I hope I would, but hopefully not fall apart like I did...before, after the other times. I held composure and kept a clear head during when things happen, but after everything is done I have to let out everything I've been smothering all the while, and I hate when I do that.

The whole time I was shaking inside, and when I was a block away from the house, in the same area where last time happened, I all of a sudden heard a deep guy’s voice behind me. I didn’t realize how uptight and tense I was until I screamed and jumped. And when I quickly turned around, I felt like a complete idiot/dork, as it was some guy that lives very near where I do, giving me a very weirded out look while answering his cell phone.

*Grins and blushes* It wasn’t funny then, not at all. I almost cried from relief. u.u

I didn’t want to tell my uncle about the stalker guy, because I had a feeling he would say that I was making up stories to get attention. But I had to tell him something, because I had really pushed my curfew, and I was expecting some sort of speeching for it. I went inside and was telling my aunt, when my uncle came in the middle of the story. I had to retell it, everyone asked some questions, my uncle told me I shouldn’t be so scared of people, and that was it.

I was in the kitchen eating a piece of bread when my uncle walked in to hook up his cell phone to the charger. He told me that I shouldn’t be scared to use force against people; stories of people being harassed in this area are extremely rare and don’t happen often.

His tone of voice implied everything I knew he would. Zing. I knew it would happen.

Wednesday, missed class because…I overslept. I’m bad, I know.

Went to Manhattan to help my aunt clean up her apartment some, before the realtor came over to take pictures for advertising. My (obsessive) cleaning streak kicked in, and I was done with all the windows and the mirrors (The outside of her closets are mirrors 0_o) and was battling with the stove when the guy came and we had to leave.

And somehow managed permission from my uncle to stay over the weekend, to help finish off everything. Why am I so excited to clean? =X

Last night I had a weird dream, where my right arm got hurt bad enough that it was completely covered in deep red blood. I don’t know how or where it got hurt, but that dream is still kinda bothering me a bit. And that incident somehow led to where I was somewhere where there were pebble showers, and the pebble showers were extremely dangerous because of the sand/dust/dirt storms that came along with them. If one came, you had to cover your whole head with a cloth, and try not to breathe in any of the dust and dirt, because people were getting really sick from doing that. A lot of the time I was in a half finished unfurnished house, where one of my friends was obviously very sick. I kept asking them if they were ok, and they kept insisting they were, when they obviously weren’t. Then some guy dressed in dark clothes and some sort of dark mask kept trying to climb in one of the windows. I didn’t notice until one of my boy cousins screamed and clung to my leg, telling me about the guy coming in the window. I look over; he sees me, quickly lets go of the windowsill, and runs. I try to find my uncle, to tell him, and out of the corner of my eye, I always see the guy. Of course, my cousin is still attached to my leg, and that’s a normal occurrence IRL, actually. *wrinkles nose* Finally found my uncle; I try to tell my uncle about the guy, but he tells me that a person climbing in through windows is a rare happening and I really need to stop telling my stories and grow up.

And that’s that.


I noticed I've been losing weight lately, somehow. I mean, I haven't been to the gym in a few weeks, because of school stuffs. When school finally ends in....OMG two weeks!!111!1 =O o.o;; , then I will be at the gym a whole lot.

I hope so, anyways. I mean, I intend to. But why do I doubt I will? T_T



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