Thursday, August 11, 2005

Wishing on the petals of a ceremonial bloom
Soon before I left my mom’s house, my dad called and had a proposition for me, a suggestion, if you will. It left me feeling…

Well, you know how when some random part of you falls asleep? It’s rather sudden, and there’s that cold and tingly feeling.

I felt like I had a large bucket of that feeling poured right over me. I felt breathless for a few seconds while my mind went blank, and all I can really say right now is that I have stuff to think about. I don’t mean to be a tease, but at least for the moment, I am not quite sure how to go about explaining a stupid matter that I surprisingly strongly reacted to.

I thought I was over it.


Anyways. Seems like I spent most of my visit at my mom’s house doing chores, because most everyone has an apathetic attitude/state of mind, and it was all making me sad and angry and here I am, getting myself all riled up because no one wanted to do anything, so I figured a productive way to get rid of my angry excessive energies was to clean up as much as I could handle comfortably, cause in the very least, I’d feel better.

And it worked at first, but then I realized how I was doing most everyone else’s chores, and I came to visit, not to clean house, so I just tried staying out of the house as much as I could, which kind of failed most of the last week, but oh well.

I took my siblings for a few hours to the Orby/Rockhill parade/fair thingamajiger that started on Monday. Saw some people I hadn’t seen in years, and saw what seemed like at least 1/5 of the girls left in high school pushing baby carriages, and you had a feeling they weren’t babysitting.

I don’t think I’m going to any of those kinds of events again. They remind me how painfully provincial the towns are, the attitudes and mindset of the people.

If I was forced to live there now, I would honestly consider killing myself.

Or trying to find a main road and take my chances hitchhiking.

Or live in the woods and become a self dependant hermit. Who rambles about nonsensical things that are amusing at most.


On Tuesday, when I had to take the train to leave, my mom had work. My siblings saw me off.


And the conductor almost threw me off the train in Harrisburg, because the Amtrak lady on the phone screwed up so much more with the reservation and ticket than she could ever have hoped for.
*grins and shakes head*

But it’s alright, ‘cause I got it all settled at the Harrisburg station. Somehow, the whole experience has left me with the impression that I “look” honest. Don’t ask.


Been on the train since 10:30, and it was almost 3 and we hadn’t left PA yet. (I was supposed to be at Newark by 3:30) We were stuck in Philadelphia, and I sighted the road that I had promptly gotten myself lost at, when going from Charlie’s house to my mom’s, and it brought back a lot of stuff, which mixed itself right with the stuff I already had, and I realized that I really really had to go to the bathroom. Badly.

As we pulled into the station, I got up and ran to the bathroom. Shut the door and quickly figured how to lock it. Spun around to see what kind of train mess I had to deal with, when the lights went out.

*claps hands*

Right before the lights went out, I saw a square shining glint on the wall that signified there could be an important sign on a plaque of sorts. By the dim light that was barely there, I finally was able to read that passengers shouldn’t use or flush toilets while train is stopped at stations, as conductors are most likely under the train cars doing inspection checks.

Aleia:….. Yeah. I guess I’ll…. use the bathroom later. When we aren’t sitting still. Good thing I don’t feel sick or have really sucky timing or anything. [/sarcasm]



Finally made it to NJ at 5, after spending 7 hours on a train. Goodness knows what happened with/in those two hours we prolly shouldn’t have gained. 0_o;;


Surprised most everyone here, cause most everyone didn’t know I was coming. Did I mention in the midst of my worrying and rushing, I had forgotten to tell people I was arriving? =X

Woops for me. *blush*

And today, it’s Wednesday. Well, technically, it’s 2:30 am Thursday, but it isn’t Thursday for me until I wake up or I feel that it’s morning (Doesn’t matter how dark it is, if you feel it and you’re still awake, it’s the next day.)

So anyways. Today. Wednesday. I spent all of it running around almost like a chicken with it’s head cut off, cept a bit more productive than how a headless chicken would be.

And packing boxes. And suitcases. And throwing things out. And fixing the messy mistake that my school made by telling me the wrong dorm check in date around a month or two ago, and not until less than a week ago sent me a letter saying “Oh sorry, your check in date is actually Monday, not Saturday. Sorry for any inconvenience =) ” and I had already made plans completely centered around the fact of Saturday and this new change temporarily had left me homeless in a strange city for two days.

But I fixed it. ^_^;;

Oh yeah. And contending with the fact that there was a big mess up at the bank, where I ended up owing them a lot of money cause ATMS LIE.

ATMS = The Devil.

Too bad the bank holds me responsible for it.

But I fixed that wreck. And I have $6 to show for it.


And I am currently trying to recover from the blow of my discovery, down here in the basement, that my beautiful feather blanket that I’ve had since 10th or 11th grade is most likely unusable. A *censors herself* *cough* I mean, a well meaning person who doesn’t listen to me when I speak and repeat things many times took the blanket and threw it in the washer, where it got all wet and they discovered it didn’t fit in there just like I had said!, and just kinda dumped it on the floor in a dark corner of the basement and left it there for a few weeks while I frantically searched for it everywhere upstairs and asked all the kids and loudly to myself about its whereabouts, and I had to discover it myself and was stunned because at least I figured it would be very much common sense that it would need a dryer, and this well meaning person who doesn’t listen just left it on a cold concrete basement floor for a very, very long time.


I am already heavy strapped for cash and in the hole with two different people; $6 dollars to my name and in my wallet and going off to traveling for school in three and a half hours and I somehow need to buy special sized sheets for my bed and school books and a pillow and eventually food just so I don’t end up in the hospital for malnutrition and/or scurvy and I don’t quite know how at this point I am going to do all that within at least a week’s time.


I’ve been playing the 24 hour game in my head the past few days. I also haven’t slept more than 3-4 hours since Monday night, but that’s beside the point. All of Wednesday, it was “OMG IN 24 HOURS MY PLANE IS GONNA TAKE OFF”, and “In 24 hours I’m prolly going to be at the Miami Airport, waiting for the next plane! =O” and “In 24 hours I have no idea what I’ll be doing or where exactly I’ll be at, but I know it wont be near here! X_+”

Hey, you never know. In 24 hours, I could be asleep. XD

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