Saturday, July 30, 2005

Windmill, windmill for the land, turn forever hand in hand.
The other day I had found one of my sister’s capped insulin needles. I absent-mindedly pulled the plunger out, when it made a really odd noise that I found highly amusing. XD

I continued until my mom noticed the noise. I guess she figured I was making kissing noises (0_o?) because she glared over at me and said “Kissing noises, huh? And who have you been practicing kissing with? You have enough guy friends that I figure it just about impossible that you don’t have romantic interests in at least one of them…”

I didn’t realize that was a sensitive subject till she said it, and I got all riled up and argufied with her till she backed off, insisting that she was just joking and I still can’t take a joke, or tell one from serious.

*glares*


I have a feeling my uncle isn’t going to buy my train ticket back. (He brought one for my brother though. ). I guess I can buy it myself, the only problem being that doing so will clear out my whole account. >.-


Yesterday, Heath invited me to go with him, David, Eric and Brandon to Hagerstown Mall (Hagerstown being in Maryland) Never went there, so I agreed and went over to David and Eric’s house, where everyone was going to meet up.

It was there that I was told that one of my good friends during high school is gay.

I was kinda surprised. He had a steady girlfriend for the last two years of highschool. They broke up a bit after we graduated, so yeah. *cough*andIkindasortahadahugecrushonhimfrom5th-till11thgrade*cough*

A bit disappointing, because he has a very pretty face (and very beautiful eyes *swoons*)

About two weeks ago I called his parents phone number, hoping that they didn’t move (They live on and operate a huge farm; I doubt his parents would have moved, but there was the possibility that he would have) Chances of chances, it was him that picked up the phone. We had a long talk, and I realized that we have a lot of the same tastes in common (When I was younger, I considered his taste in movies, for example, to be a bit eccentric)


Because David and Eric had to finish up yard work, we didn’t have enough time to go to Hagerstown, and instead went to Altoona.

The whole trip, David and Eric (by a vast margin, mostly David) made a lot of unnecessary gay jokes concerning above mentioned person and generally acted like his pea-sized brain was overthrown by his hormones and his penis combined, with all his constant talk of “hott babes in slutty clothing” (Which unfortunately seemed to describe just about every young female that walked across our path, either outside or in the mall itself)

I have to admit, his jokes about the gay stuff really shocked me, because he was making fun of someone he knew and hung out with since he was like three years old (Heath being the other one of the same description)

David readily admits to being homophobic, and made a big point in making sure that I couldn’t ever mistake him for being gay. (Like most times that he would joke around with Brandon, Heath or Eric, he would turn to me and make sure that I knew he was only joking around)

With all his gay jokes and commenting on every hott or barely clothed physically fit girl that was within his vision, for the first time ever, a good friend of mine really grated on my nerves. I wanted to tell him off or punch him in the arm good and hard or something like that, but I instead used a lot of energy in keeping my mouth shut. u_u

David, Eric and Heath do agree that their friend is living in sin and ect. But they still talk to him, so oh well.

Heath went with David and Eric’s family to the beach for a week starting today. When they come back, there’s only two days left for my stay here, not counting the day that I’m leaving, cause I’m prolly leaving early that day.


I’ve been plagued by my extreme allergic reaction to the stuffs inside the house (mold spores, dust) and outside stuffs (the huge field out front fosters and houses countless ragweed plants in full bloom >.< )

Being allergic to things makes me feel vulnerable and weak. (Feeling sick makes me feel the same way <.< ) Yeah, I know those are things that I can’t controle, but it is a tad unsettling that all someone has to do to do me in is make me eat a dish of eggplant and sesame seed paste (called Baba ganoue in Arabic), along with a glass of watermelon juice, set in the middle of a huge field full of various weeds in hard furious bloom. I don’t count medicines, cause how often would you encounter a medicine in the common that isn’t an OTC? And even then, medicines still don’t count, because it’s a chemical man-made type of thing. *shakes head*


My brother is coming back Wednesday. I have a feeling the rest of my stay here is going to go by very fast.

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