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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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