Wednesday, August 17, 2005

The lime has spoken.
No. Nay. Not for one second am I referring to myself as a lime.

Just so you know.


Oh goodness goodness. Let’s see…

Last Thursday after I posted, I went upstairs, sat down in a chair, and promptly passed out for half an hour. My anxiety/nerves wouldn’t even let me pass out properly XD

Anyways, it was a good thing it was only half an hour, because if it was any longer I would have been late late late, and would have dragged and smeared trouble over many levels I would really rather not even look at, let alone experience first hand.

Took a shower, and tried three or four times to wake up my uncle, and it was then that I realized that procrastinating and last minute mad dashes really must run through my dad’s side of the family.


My uncle begrudgingly let me go. I think he finally realized that I am stubborn and persistent (Yes, I do realize that could be a bad thing), and there was nothing in the world that he could do, or could have done, that would prevent me from “throwing myself in a downward spiral of life failure, misery and corruption.”

To each his own, I say. XD


Mhm. An empty belly, cramps, headache and weariness from not much sleep, severe allergies (*Laughs* Honestly, I think the people on the three hour flight had figured me contagious or something. “Achoo!achoo!achoo!*LOUD-NOSE-BLOWING-NOISE*”), three different take offs, landings and planes, and I felt…not that.... good. Grumpy, grouchy, sensitive, nautious and sleepy.

The only money I had was $6 dollars, before the flight, and that had caused me a lot of worry. My uncle kind of refuses to give me the money he said he owes me, from when I was secretary for him, and that burns cause he is paying for all the rest of my brother’s tuition that isnt covered, which is pretty much equal to what I have to pay (Or mine could be less. Dont remember. I have to ask my brother again)

Well, what I mean to say is that I was feeling stuff because of that, and that’s before all the unforeseen problems that all this will cause between then and yesterday. Well, today too, but I believe (Hoping, wishing on a star, crossing fingers) that it’ll be over soon.


I’m going to stop right there about that, cause I’m tripping over myself and getting ahead.

So anyways. I had $6 right before I left the house. My NY aunt came with me in the cab, and came with me as far through the airport that she was allowed.

I am so grateful that at least one person in the family supports me, even if a lot of her support has to be kept secret. *tear*

She gave me $40 afore I went through security, so I would have food and stuff. =)

We forgot about cab fair. I didn’t figure that cab fair would be so expensive, because it’s very cheap in Manhattan. >.<;;

And you know, Manhattan being a place where most things are expensive… *gestures*


Anyways. It’s really ironic, because the lady that drove the cab from the airport was going on and on about girl power, and how if a woman does something, it’s going to turn out better than how if a guy did it (She was using the shuttle landing story that was in the news as a big example)

On and on and on. She struck me as a feminist-Nazi of sorts. It was rather amusing, actually. *Grins*

So just picture the perfect irony, when for the cost of half the money I had in my pocket, she drops me off at the correct hotel chain, but very wrong address.

Feminist Nazi, indeed. *Grins and shakes head*

It took a different cab driver (Cause she left pretty fast 0_o) and most the rest of my money, to get to the correct one.

And stuff and stuff.


Two days there, and because there was chaos and mayhem concerning financial aid, two days at a friend’s house. All I needed was a person who would be willing to cosign a loan for me. Just some basic information and their name. No financial responsibilities in the least, and yet I couldn’t find anyone of age who could do something little like that for me. Hey, my uncle wasn’t even willing to pick up either of his cell phones, and it’s almost unspoken that no one at the house answered the phone (The answering machine currently doesn’t feel like working properly. Not like anyone checks the messages anyways….)

And all that shit left me almost two days completely homeless and in a homeless shelter.


Things that surprised me:


They had one working sink for all the tens of people that were there.

They didn’t have any soap.

They had one roll of toilet paper, and you were only allowed to take out a small amount that you would need under supervision, as it was held ransom up at the front desk.

They didn’t have towels.

The only phone around was a pay phone.

You were really lucky if you were able to get in a shower, as half didn’t work, and the other ones were packed full during the small amount of time allotted for showering.

You had to struggle for enough privacy and fight for enough cleanliness for a place to just change your clothes.

Food seemed a little bit hard to come by, and uh. Not much of it was edible, methinks. =X

In all honesty, I was glad of what I did get though. *nods fervently*

I really don’t know how, but most the other people in the shelter had money to eat from outside. *shrugs*

I couldn’t really sleep, and in the middle of the night, a lady was taken out by the EMS 'cause she was having seizures.

Everyone was gathered/rounded up and yelled at, because a purse was stolen.

A fight broke out between two women and the police were almost called.

Bathroom privileges were denied for everyone that day, because some lady had left some dirty diapers on the floor or something.

You had to wake up by 6:00 am, and have your assigned chores done by 8:45. You were kicked out from then until 12:25 – 1:00 (For lunch), and had to stay out again until 3pm.

Curfew was at 6 pm, and you always had to sign out, if you went outside for anything.

I had a bad feeling that I really really wouldn’t have wanted to be outside at night anyways, not without someone very intimidating by my side. It was odd how I got this feeling from broad daylight. >.-

The police were called anyways that day, because a baby was stolen from a mom.

An old lady in a wheelchair was dumped off, and some kind of services was called about that and stuck around for a long time. More police.

More EMS people. Took some lady out on a stretcher for unobvious reasons.

I know if I go into details about how I woke up there not very well, it’ll come off as whiney and emo, because I felt so miserable and yucky and it was so difficult and very painful to move. Took me bout an hour and a half, to walk to and from the hospital (The staff at the homeless shelter practically pushed me out the door, in their urgings for me to go there) I was told I would be billed if service was rendered, and I’ve seen how high hospital bills can go with no insurance and I figured it would out glare what pitiful amount I have to owe the school anytime, so I just left.

I figured I’ll walk it off, like how the boy’s gym teacher at my old high school used to make the boys handle their injuries. ;P

Even though I got myself out of the homeless shelter, I have a feeling that I am going to be a bit emotional about it for a while, for reasons I would really rather not go into at the moment. -.-

But uh, yeah. To make a long chaotic story short, I convinced my brother, who has no credit and is only 19, to cosign for me. Somehow or other, with the signature loan, if I’m not approved and my cosigner isn’t approved, then something called the Ellie Mae foundation comes in and gives/lends me money. I don’t remember which, and at this point, I don’t care cause I’m so blissfully grateful that something will hopefully work out.

Ugh. Actually, my back still hurts a lot today too, and I’m not quite sure why. >_<

Hey! I had my first days of classes today. Logics class at 10 something (I’m a little bit nervous, cause the professor had compared it to math a bit, and well… *gestures to general direction of mathophobia*) , and English soon after.

I have a feeling the English professor is a Nun. And a strict one while she’s at it.

And odd. It’s hard to explain, but it’s the way she… talks. She seems to end most of her sentences on a high note, like the sentence is a question when it isn’t. 0_o

But oh well.

I am going to try to see if I can finally move into my dorm tomorrow. I want an address. I'm tired of being homeless. =\

[/emo]

XD


Oh yeah. I was told that I have a problem answering yes or no questions. I find that highly amusing.

*Grins*

Aye. At this point in time, there are a few first hand witnesses to the chaotic….tornado that seems to follow/surround me.

Ah. Never a dull moment.

….

X_+


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