Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Woke up very suddenly at 9:30 this morning to a very quiet house. I lay in bed thinking, and vaugly wondering if my aunt had tried to wake me up earlier. I feel really bad I woke up late =\ (I would feel worse if somone had tried shaking/poking me awake, because I didnt feel a thing o.o;; ) *shrugs* Oh well. Nuffin I can do now cept apologize. I remember a girl in highschool who shaved her legs every single day, even when she didnt have a boyfriend. I figured her completely crazy. The way I am, especially because I know no one is going to see my legs *laughs*, there isnt really any valid reason to waste time to shave your legs that often. I know some people who dont do it at all, though I dont think I could go that far. I shave because then I feel nice and clean and all girly and stuff. Yes. A completely useless paragraph about shaving, brought to you by senseless thinking during hours when you really should be sleeping. "That's as obvious as wrapping a basketball!" "...Actually, I did wrap a basketball." Ah, that was great. =) I read a short book called The Little Prince. It was a translated book, by an author who's name I dont quite recall, but his story is so wonderfully sweet. I cried a little at the end, but oh how this book rocks. =) A wise fox once said, among other things, "One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes." *sighs* Did you know: The first jukebox was located in San Francisco in 1889. He doesnt look like a freaking gorilla >:O *HINT HINT* 11 of the 50 US states are named after an actual person. That last one was rather interesting *nods* I'd want a state named after me. 'Cept it would the state of ChaosAndMayhem. And you know it. ^_~

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Tuesday, December 21, 2004

*twitch* Mint Tea... You are Mint Tea! Naturally sweet you have a happy-go-lucky attitude. The world is full of fun and wonder! Although you can be naive at times and quite aloof to your surroundings you know how to have good clean fun! Most people see you as cute and very gentle by nature and it is most likely true. You have a great outlook on life and you try not to let things get to you. Go you! What type of Tea are you? {-With Anime Pictures!-} brought to you by Quizilla It's a cute quize. *shrugs* Got roped into help drive to a basketball game my cousin Ahmed is in. 8am, 11 year old boys, in my car, going to Brooklyn, following my aunt. Jersey Sarah has had the misfortunes to know most possabilites/implications of this. (Notes how her aunt doesnt seem to be fond of turn signals, which is bad for the drivers behind her. And for people who have to follow her, in heavy traffic, and just happen to have no idea where they are going.) Ah well. *shrugs* At least it will be early in the morning, so...I have all day to be lost? ...Early in the morning... Aw crap. >.< My uncle is leaving with my aunt Friday to Pennsylvania, for a total 10 hour-ish drive to let my siblings visit NJ during break. Eeeee! I am uber excited, yet kindasorta anxiouse. X_+ Been contemplating the usual, plus this new feeling I have been expiriencing/just realized. I am cautious about it, because it is rather frightening. I think it is scary for me because it is new. If I was to call this feeling anything, I think it would be self worth. *nods* Last night I finished a book called Angela's Ashes, by Frank McCourt. It's a book that makes you think. ...And there are some books that dont do that, which is why I mention it. Yeah. Anyways... Thread in OB. Caught my eye. About restricting Muslim rights, started by Chabichou. There is no way I am touching that subject thread. *smiles and shakes head* Anthology all the way. ;) Did you know: The first bike was called a hobbyhorse. Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying. ... *stores for later use* If that doesnt work, then my source sucks. And we cant have that. *raises eyebrow*

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Monday, December 20, 2004

Sometimes, it is just safer to step back and slowly walk away, when the chickens in the henhouse are having one of their egg fights again.

Friday night. The concert freaking rocked! Well, what I was able to see of it, anyways. Folly and Seamless were pretty good *puts them on a list to check out later*, and there was another band, I didnt catch their name, but they were pretty good, too. I was one of the first few 50 people in line, so I had gotten a really good place up front. (The room was pretty...small. I mean, it was kinda big-ish, but when you think concert and see this room, you kinda snicker untill you realize they are serious. And that's kinda bad, as it was standing room only. Concert started at 6:18-ish, and I think was supposed to end around 11, but even at 9pm, the outside of the concert room was jam packed with people, waiting for room to get inside. o.o;; ) Poisen The Well was a no show, as their drummer was in the hospital or something. >.< Ah well. T'was all good anyways. The first band, Seamless, people around me where moving a bit to the music, me as well. *grins* The second band, Folly, is where little Aleia learned about mosh pits. u.u;; It was pretty scary at first, as I wasnt quite sure what was happening, but after I got a good firm grip on the metal barracade up front, I was pretty much ok, and was able to listen to the music without panicking about the possability of stuff happening. Things got just a tad hectic when I lost my shoe (My shoe! How am I going to explain how I lost a shoe?!?! Somone had stepped on it when I was being pushed the opposite way by the crowd, and that is the sad story of my shoe. But I found it about 10 minutes later, when the moshing shifted me back to approximatly where I was before. Or both me and my shoe had moved places, and it was fate that tied us together. But yeah. <.<;; ). Things got hectic more so when there was a 30 second breather between bands, and people stopped pushing people. I stretched a bit, and felt a bit of a breeze where I really shouldnt have. T'was then that I realized some retard unhooked my bra strap. >:| I know somone did it, as the whole history I have with my bra, not once has it unhooked itself. Plus the fact everyone was so freaking packed, I barely had room to breath, let alone have room for my bra to unhook itself. But enough about my bra. Really. ;; Ah hah. Soon after that happend, and into the third band, a shirtless girl was tossed up front. When the gaurds helped her down, she ripped off her bra and threw it at the band singer, screaming something in a hysterical manner. She was escorted out wrapped with a blanket. Her breasts werent that big, so it wasnt that huge of a deal. But I was kinda suprised that the band didnt skip a beat, the singer didnt seem all that shocked. After that song was finished, one of the DJs went up and said that all federal laws apply inside the concert, so underage drinking and public nudity are a big no way. The moshing got a bit more frenzied after that, and I could feel it was hurting too much to breath in, when I was able to catch the chance. It was sweaty oppressive hot, and there was barely room to breath, as I had said before. The crowd got really scary (98% of the people around me were so much more taller. And stronger. Meep. o.o;; ) and my breathing was getting all funny, so I knew I had to try to leave afore I hyperventalated and passed out or something. It took forever to try to leave the mosh pit part, as it was seemingly most of the room. When I finally got out of there, there was the huge jam packed crowd outside to get through, then down the stairs, where a security guard found me and got another guard to help me to the med room. I was shaking really bad, and I had to stay untill 10, where I could finally trust myself to drive. Going to the med room was fate, as there were two guys and a girl working in there. The one guy assessed me, took my pulse and respiration, found it to be really shallow (found my ribs were bruised, as I had suspected), and made me rest. The other guy in there was really sweet to me, kept asking me if I was ok, if I needed water, stuff like that. We talked; he found out I had applied to the place where the concert was hosted at (Rexplex), and told me of a different guy to talk to, as opposed to the manager. He said anyone who talks with the manager shouldnt expect anything to get done, and he gave me the phone number of the right people to talk to. He said if I had any questions, drop by the Rexplex, and ask for him, as everyone knows him. *smiles* So yeah. Aleia ending up in the med room might get Aleia a job. I hope so, anyways. I finally got home almost 10:30. Messed around in the kitchen looking for mail, went to bed. Woke up 11 in the am, to my aunt sneaking into the girl's room. She closed the door and whispered "No more concerts, no more concerts please, that was too much stress last night." I told her yeah, I figured no more while I live here. She went on to explain that around 6pm, my unlce started pacing the house, yelling "She's a girl and she is out by herself in the dark this late?!?! I swear, I swear to god, if she comes home late I am going to kick her out tommorow!" And other stuff. Like how he waited in his bed for me to come home, the second he heard the bathroom sink turn on, he let himself go to sleep. He was pretty angry. *shivers* So naturally, this sickening cold pit of fear grew in my stomach, so I stayed in bed the whole day. When my uncle came back from wherever around 3:30-ish, I really got it. I found the reason he is peeved is mostly due to religion. He says I am not following the Islamic way, I dont cover, I dont pray, I dont listen, I only want to have fun, I have fallen way out. He doesnt know I went to the concert, but just all this stuff. I was kinda hurt and felt detached when he said that he is obligated to take care of me, because his religion tells him to, not because he (might) love me as his neice, but because his religion tells him he has to help take care of his family. That is something I dont understand. How could you not want to help your siblings/friends? How could you not care? Maybe I am weird like that, but when I (attempt to) help people, it isnt because I feel obligated, or because my religion tells me to, its because I freaking care >:O Stuff about religion; he asked me what I planned to do after college is over. I said I was going to work. He said, that's it, work for the rest of your life? He said about how in two, three or four years at the most, I was going to get married, have kids, and thats my life. In between now and then, I could have a career if I wished, in case something happends to my husband or whatever, I have something to take care of me and my kids with. He doesnt believe in depression. He thinks any "depression" results in the devil whispering in your ear; you being far from god makes you that way. He came to the conclusion that I am depressed because of my sleeping patterns, and how there are times where I barely eat, if I do at all. He said that two weeks after I left my moms house, I should have been over being sexually abused, I was never raped by him, blah blah blah. In all honesty, I am mostly over that, at this point. I am trying to get over something that I really dont feel comfortable openly talking about, but yeah. There are reasons barely anyone knows about it, especially my uncle. Not one person in my family knows, and I would much rather keep it that way. *nods* I take his ramblings in stride; more slight humor than anything. It just gives me a chill of fear, as he is different from my mom and might actually make me move out, if he wanted me to. He mentioned about how my dad writes to him, asking him if there is something wrong with me (My mom told my dad I was depressed. *cencor*), what was it, why I seem unwilling to talk about it to my own dad, how is she. I know he isnt lying; I have seen letters written in Arabic from my dad to my uncle. My uncle says he never replies, as he is embarassed about me, and he knows if he told my dad, he would be saddend and ashamed, and it would be more troubles for him. He had no right at all to pull that fucking guilt trip on me, no right at all. *glares furiously* The more I write to my dad, the more he seems like my uncles, minus the sexism and the tactlessness. So I dont know if he will love me as I am. I dont know if I want to find out right away either, so yeah. The good thing about his 20 minute speech was that it made me think about my career, where it can go. Lately, I have been feeling like an ant, running around life in a mindless, un-altering manner. I think after I get some expirience in the day-care field, I am going to try working in an orphanage, or work in a place where there are abused kids. I really want to make a big difference somewhere; as opposed to taking care of kids while mum and dad are at work, or the family is rich and mum wants time alone during the day for shopping, movies, and facials with the girls. So yeah. That was Friday night and all Saturday. Sunday, avoided my uncle but for a brief few minutes where I had to tell him the neighbor asked me to babysit her kids from 4pm-7, as she wanted to go shopping, and if I had his permission? His first question was if I was being paid. (I was, but I woulda done it for free, as they live in a teeny basement that smells bad, and you can tell they were really not well off at all) *shakes head* He allowed me to, as the eldest girl Summer is good friends with the two girl cousins. There are 6 kids; all girls cept the baby boy, and all under the age of 6. Oldest is 6, then 4, then 3 year old twins, a two year old, then the baby, who is almost a year. The mom was going to take the baby with her Christmas shopping, so one less diaper to change. She ended up coming back 8, but it really wasnt that bad. They were relativly easy, as Summer is really responsible and mature for her age (she changed the one twin's diaper [only peed, so it was ok], she ran the sweeper [It's so much bigger than her] and mopped the floor, cause my stupid boy cousins came running through their house and got mud all over the place again, after I mopped after them the first time. >:O) Not like I wasnt doing anything; but it was around 7 ish that my glasses fell apart for no reason and without warning again. I couldnt do anything at all as I can barely see without them, and I might make problems, if I had done anything with machines. =\ So yeah. She reminded me of when I was 7-8 ish. *sigh* *looks back* Aye, this post is entirely too long. *grins* Did you know: A queen bee can lay 800-1,500 eggs per day. And it ends here. ^_~

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Friday, December 17, 2004

Are you implying that coconuts migrate? *raises eyebrow*

"Self respect means a lot. Find it or you're going to be a victim your entire life." Bless you, text messeging. Stuff and stuff. I shouldnt complain; things can be worse than they are, you know? I had a dream about going to AX. I have been kinda worried about that, actually. I mean, knowing as how my uncle is about me being out later than 4-5 in the afternoon, think about how he is going to react if I am gone for a week or two-ish. *laughs* Ah well, I am (trying) not going to worry about it now. I figure, go to school, join some activities, shock my uncle into some mild coma with my fantastic grades, and maybe them he might consent. Or do like today, and fudge some truths. Technically, it isnt me doing the, er, fudging, but I am an accomplice, and I hate lying. Yes, I know I have said it many times before, but I will say it again. I really hate lying. Did you know? Today is concert day. ...!!! What's that?!? CONCERT?! TODAY?!?! *Get's all psyched* WOOOOOOOO =D *Does a dance* My little cervix seems to be attempting to slowly but agonizingly torture me. X_+;;; Cramps: RWAR >:O Aleia: Wahh ;_; And here, for your entertainment. Quizes! And stuff! You Are a Visionary Soul You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness. Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul. You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable. Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings. You have great vision and can be very insightful. In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself. Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend. You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer. Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul What Kind of Soul Are You? Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator. What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have? Your Element Is Air You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world. And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly. Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life. You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful. You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person. With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that! What's Your Element? I want to be in that tree... You Are the Helper 2 You always put on a happy face and try to help those around you. You're incredibly empathetic and care about everyone you know. Able to see the good in others, you're thoughtful, warm, and sincere. You connect with people who are charming and charismatic. What number are you? You Are a Pundit Blogger! Your blog is smart, insightful, and always a quality read. Truly appreciated by many, surpassed by only a few. What kind of blogger are you? *Didnt see that one coming* =X Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! I'm so ugly. Don't look at my photos pleeeeeze. I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go. I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and a healthy imagination. You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron. That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful. Created with the Gregor's Semi-Automatic LiveJournal Updater™. Update your journal today! Powered by Rum and Monkey Well, what are you waiting for? Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful ^_~

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Thursday, December 16, 2004

Pretty in pink

Best First line of a Bad Novel Contest For those of you who do not know, Bulwer-Lytton wrote the Last Days of Pompeii, which opens with the famous line "It was a dark and stormy night." Hence the contest. These are the 10 winners of this year's Bulwer-Lytton contest (run by the English Dept of San Jose State University), wherein one writes only the first line of a bad novel. 10) "As a scientist, Throckmorton knew that if he were ever to break wind in the echo chamber he would never hear the end of it." (Haha. That one was amusing =P ) 9) "Just beyond the Narrows the river widens." 8) "With a curvaceous figure that Venus would have envied, a tanned, unblemished oval face framed with lustrous thick brown hair, deep azure blue eyes fringed with long black lashes, perfect teeth that vied for competition, and a small straight nose, Marilee had a beauty that defied description." (Obviously <.<;;) 7) "Andre, a simple peasant, had only one thing on his mind as he crept along the East wall: 'Andre creep... Andre creep... Andre creep.'" (Ah hah..) 6) "Stanislaus Smedley, a man always on the cutting edge of narcissism, was about to give his body and soul to the back alley sex-change surgeon to become the woman he loved." (That reminds me of someone. *coughHCcough*) 5) "Although Sarah had an abnormal fear of mice, it did not keep her from eeking out a liviing at a local pet store." 4) "Stanley looked quite bored and somewhat detached, but then penguins often do." (Stan the penguin =O!) 3) "Like an over-ripe beefsteak tomato rimmed with cottage cheese, the corpulent remains of Santa Claus lay dead on the hotel floor." (That...was plain gross. X_+;;) 2) "Mike Hardware was the kind of private eye who didn't know the meaning of the word 'fear'; a man who could laugh in the face of danger and spit in the eye of death -- in short, a moron with suicidal tendencies." (Another highly amusing one) And the winner is... 1) "The sun oozed over the horizon, shoved aside darkness, crept along the greensward, and, with sickly fingers, pushed through the castle window, revealing the pillaged princess, hand at throat, crown asunder, gaping in horror at the sated, sodden amphibian lying beside her, disbelieving the magnitude of the frog's deception, screaming madly, 'You lied!'" There. My post for the day. Most anything past this is going to be ANGST. ANGST in this case means depressing unrelevant meaninglessness. So if you are happy at the moment, or dont feel like being bored/depressed to suicide, off you go. *shoos you off* Please. o.- Mhm. The past week I think I pushed myself into a roller coaster fever. There have been days, like today, where I have been able to push myself outa bed, and there are days like the past few, where I couldn't for anything. Everything is achy and it hurts to move =( I tried to get MMR shots today (I think that's short for measles. mumps and rhubela. *shrugs*) It is one of the requirements for college, they wont even let me schedual any classes unless I give proof that I had it. My aunt led me by car to the clinic place, explained what I had to do, and left. The general area looked really dodgy (right next to some projects), and while waiting in the small crowded room, I watched a lady abandon a bundle in the hallway leading outside, when inspected by a janitor, was a sick baby. It is a regular occurence there. I... dont understand it. I cant get over it. I wanted to cry. I still do. ;_; I waited an hour to find I cant get the shots there, because I am over 18. So I have to pay $50-$100 for it elsewhere. I am sure my uncle is going to be really thrilled, especially since my stupid 15 year old cousine somehow broke his 7 year old sister's pinky finger, and it is going to heal funny because they cant afford to take her to the hospital for a cast and whatever. *dies* My car was making funny rattling bumpy noises, and when I told my aunt before she left, she told me to take it to the mechanic on the corner of our block, after I was done. Took it there, they said my doughnut tire blew out and I need new tires 'afore I wreck or get a ticket or worse. They said they dont do tires, but the guy in the middle of the block (Almost right across my uncle's house <.<;;) would do it and take take the car to him. I did, explained what happend to the guy there, he said tires were really expensive and to maybe go to Sears or something, where they would have a sale if you bought the tires 4 at a time. He asked me where I live, as he looked at the tire and saw I really couldnt go very far, and I pointed at the house across the street and told him I live with my uncle. His eyes went wide and he asked me if my uncle was Ali. I nodded, and he put a doughnut tire in place of the one that broke. He said he wished he could help me more, but thats all he could do. I am so thankful that he helped though. *cries* Being so sick like this is making me so freaking emotional and more depressed and whatever. (<--One of the reasons I purposly avoid people when I am like that.) I cant seem to pull myself out lately, and it has been getting harder to make myself not be antisocial and stuff. If I let myself go, it will take a long time to pull myself out, if I even for some odd reason want to. I think I feel safer when I do it, less vulnerable, but I think I know the feelings arent real. *nods* And when I am depressed like this, I purposly look for the things I mentioned prior that feel like a punch in the gut, a bucket of cold water. I know where to find a lot of them now, 'specially as of recent. I get a sadistic pleasure out of doing it, hurting myself. I know I'm sick. Shut up. *runs away* Ah hah hah.... When I was helping moving the bunkbed last Saturday, one of my cousines accidently cut up my right hand and wrist with a board that had lotsa sharp (and dirty u.u) nails sticking out. The cuts wouldnt stop bleeding for a while (I dont think it helped that the cuts were really swollen <.<;; ), somone suggested I get stitches and there was lotsa stuff that wouldnt stop coming out, but I am ok. I really am, it is just going to take longer for stuff to heal, prolly because I really shoulda got stitches. Not having health insurance sucks. =( I got out of my car, and this guy in a pickup truck slowed down right next to where I was standing. He kissed his window (it was facing me), grinned, and attempted to roll down his window. I flicked him off and told him to fuck off. If he was on the sidewalk and did that, I think I woulda slapped him or something. Or I might be too wuss to do it. u.u Never know unless the situation happends. *shrugs* Or would that be stupid, to do that? Anyways, he laughed and slowly drove away, kept stopping to wave in his mirror. A really freaked out Aleia ran into the library. *censors out her mumblings* Enough of my angst. But how can you cover up stuff like that? *points above* It's like grinning happily while a huge meteor is about to crash, and announcing gleefully either the world is going to end in 5 minutes, or life as you know it will completely change forever after. [/ANGST] How about some completely random facts? =D Did you know: A stamp shaped like a banana was once issued in the country of Tonga. If you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn white. Antartica is the driest, coldest, windiest, and highest continent on earth. Oy. Tomorow is the concert. That is a fact. *nods* I'll go if I can push myself out of bed tomorow morning. *crosses fingers* I havent heard from a lot of you guys in the longest time! How is everyone? =) Roger Rabbit's Cartoon Spin: a wild ride through the back alleys of toontown! The only ride with a PG sense of humour in the G rated world of Disneyland, you are zany, wild, and a little bit of a loose screw. Energetic and colorful, you go at full speed, even though your taxi-car vehicles actually have four flat tires! Despite your older humor, you are a kid at heart and kids most relate to your cartoony world and like you the best. You've been know to make the adults a little queasy and a litte bit dizzy. You leave your visitors dazed, a little confused, but more often, extremely amused. You take us to the places we'd never see in a ride featuring the straight-laced Mickey, but somehow you're still all Disney. What Disneyland attraction are you? brought to you by Quizilla

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Monday, December 13, 2004

Speak

Would you like to swing on a star Carry moonbeams home in a jar And be better off than you are

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Saturday, December 11, 2004

You're gone even when you're here.

I got a letter from Hudson telling me thank you for enrolling in the Spring semester. Spring? What? That isnt what I was told... If I cant get it changed, I have lotsa 'splaining to do to my uncle. *sighs* Sometimes, I randomly wonder about Gerry, wondering how he is doing now. I still have his e-mail that he sent me a little over a year ago. Heh. I swear, I hope that never ever happends again. *shakes head* Most of the time, especially of late, I feel that I am dirty, tainted, disgusting. I have taken so many showers to wash this ugly feeling away, and I cant. I scrub so hard, and it just wont go away *cries* I feel covered in it, but I know it origins from inside somewhere. I dont know how, especially now, how to deal with this. I hate this, I really do. I hate feeling so dirty, so disgusting, so ugly inside. It's not my fault, but I need to pull myself together. *curls up and cries* *scolds herself* *cough* ON TO HAPPIER THINGS! I was finally able to mail my other package today! *smiles* Aleia: *hands package through window* Postal worker: *picks up package, then promptly drops it* Aleia: ;;; Postal worker: Goodness! *picks it up* Postal worker: *drops it again* Aleia: *wonders if it will make it out of the post office, let alone get to where it needs to..* *laughs* Oh well. Whatever happends happends. I am in desperate need of a destresser. Or something. Maybe a giant tranquilizer! =D Kidding, kidding. Or not. <.<;; Did you know: A pigeon's feathers are heavier than it's bones. The average person spends 2 weeks over their lifetime waiting for a traffic light to change. Unless you are Charlie's brother, who rather startled me with his philosophy of "No cop, no stop." Aleia: =O Or if you live where I live, with intersections composed of 5 or more different roads, than it might be more than a silly two weeks. ^_~

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Friday, December 10, 2004

The day Stan arrived in the mailbox.

You guys know Stan, right? Stan the penguin? If you dont, you should get aquainted. He lives at Mollys' O (Molleta). I currently cant get my HTML right, so I cant link her at the moment ;_; Australian accents. Hott stuff. ^_~ Talked to Alan last night, and t'was lotsa fun, I assure you. I was paranoid about the way I talk, my accent, the way I say things, it makes me sound like some ditzy valley girl. "Like, OMG, he said she said they said I said you said he likes her =O!!111!" In my opinion, anyways. *blushes* >.< There are certain things concerning certain somones, when I see stuff, first reaction is like a punch in the gut, a bucket of cold water suddenly dumped on you. Then I get all frustrated, with all the thoughts and questions I cant find answers for that tumble around in my head and make me feel all sorts of conflicting emotions and one second I am like >:O then I am like ;_; and it is all a mess. I still care, but I cant give a crap anymore, not right now. I am too worn out. u.u ONE WEEK UNTILL THE CONCERT =O!!!11!1 *does a dance* My aunt told me the day of the concert, she is going to tell my uncle that I went to an open house thing at the college. *makes a face* I hate lying, I hate lying..... >_< He has this thing about music that I became aware of the day one of the radio stations I listen to (The one and the same hosting the concert I be attending =O ) had a contest thing, if you were the 89th caller, you won a Blood Brothers CD. I decided to call in on my cellphone for fun *shrugs* Lo and behold, I...actually won. 0.o;;; When one of the DJ's picked up and said "Congradulations", things got really staticy, so I sprinted outside, so I wouldnt lose the connection. When I could finally hear them properly, I apologized about the signal, and asked them to please repeat what they had said. In a slightly annoyed voice, the guy asked me for my name. I was blushing like mad while I rambled "Yes! My name! You would want my name! That makes..perfect sense!" He agreed, yes it would. I am such a dork, I know. u.u;; Anyways, I gave him my name and address, and when he asked for a phone number, I gave him the house one, as I can barely get a signal with my cellphone, if I am in the house. Stuff and stuff, hung up, went inside, picked up where I had left off in my Fruits Basket book. The whole time since my uncle had come home that night, all three or four of his cellphones and the house phone had been ringing up a pretty much constant orchestra, one he had been juggling for a few hours. When the house phone rang, he went to get it, as he figured it for him. He came in the room with a confused/on the verge of angry look on his face, asking me about why a radio station would be calling me. Bah. Few seconds left. I will edit this when I can. u.u Yay for editedness! *cough* Yes. Anyways, he handed me the phone, and as it turns out, they had forgotten to ask me for my last name, and I had been too excited to remember to tell them. After I hung up, he asked me what that was all about, and I *sighs* told him about the radio thing. He gave me a dissertation about how music isnt very good, all it does is waste time, he doesnt understand what I get out of it, ect. I brought up the fact I had asked my dad about it in a letter before, and he told me as long as the lyrics were ok, and I wasnt spending every waking moment listening to it, it was perfectly ok. He fumbled a bit, then ended with that there were better things to listen to, other than music. I had found out he had moved my car earlier (He asked me later how I even got in my car, as he couldnt even fit his legs in and had to adjust the seat. I shrugged, as I fit just fine o.o ), and me not even figuring that anyone else besides myself was going to be in it, left the station to where it was last (Heavy metal/heavy rock). Did I ever mention the volume handle broke off a long long time ago, and lately has been almost impossible to turn down? So yeah. I cant stop giggling when I imagine my conservative uncle tryig to fit in the driver's side, getting out to adjust the seat, finally closing the door and basking in complete silence, then turning the key in the ignition to sudden relatively loud heavy metal. Prolly scared him XD But I figured later that is probably what brought on the speech that woulda came anyways. He pushed the thing for the volume in, which turns it off completely, but because the whole thing is pretty broken, it takes a long long time to pull it out/unstick it, and make it work properly. u.u Ah well... I tried to send some stuff in the mail yesterday, but couldnt because of the little hinderance of no space to park. I got frustrated today, and squeezed into a spot that I figured wouldnt hurt, as it would take a few minutes at the most. The line that greeted me at the post office almost went out the door. >.< Waited in line, got some of what I needed done, came outside to a soaking wet parking ticket that from what I can make out, might be $49.00. I dont know, I dont care. *throws up hands* My dork cousin found where I hide my cd player, and took the headphones off. Joke's on him, as I mostly use it to go to sleep, and I havent been listening to it lately. I have been going to sleep pretty early (I am so stressed out *dies*), and when I finally put my head down, I am gone. *sighs* Oy, I called one of the places I applied to, and finally was able to talk to the manager-guy (I left a message on his answering machine, I find one from him on ours, ect. Bad cycle.) He has never heard my name before, as he cant find the application/resume I handed in. Apparently, the person I gave it to at the desk misplaced it so badly it cant be found anywhere. So tonight, I am going back to fill in another one, then handing to him in person. That's it for today, peoples. There is no fact for today because I am just too stressed out. *gives cookies instead*

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Thursday, December 9, 2004

It is as all things go; Crazy is as crazy does.

Mhm. To explain the last post, I had started up on it when this girl wearing scrubs sitting next to me half whispered her inquiry as to whether I type fast. I nodded, and she offered some money to type her few paged report. I owe my typetastic skills to the wonderfuly paradoxial messenger services. =) Now I feel kinda rich in a severely limited way. (Every dollar spent is gone forever, so it better be lost to something I really really want. *bites lip*) But, you know, I really appreciate the lack of money-ness, as inconvenient as it is. Prior, my attitude was "Hmm, do I really want this?" and yet I somehow couldnt fully keep track of where my money was going (I know I bought this and this and both cost that...but where did the missing $20 go? 0.o;;) Now it is more like "Do I really need this?", and it makes what I get so much sweeter, as I had to really really save to get what it is I bought. (I normally have very little to nothing in my wallet, because I hate asking for money, as it feels like begging. And the rare times I ask for money, it is because my gas tank is a smidgeon from empty.) Or just being in the right place at the right time, like yesterday. ^_~ Granted, after I get a job and save for the severe neccessities (Like tires, as I wont be able to drive soon the way I am going X_+), I will be a tad more freer with my spending. It's bad to spend all of your money on silly things you wont use/spending every penny acquired immediatly on things you like all at once, but it is just as bad to be a pennypincher for your whole life, as you cant take your money with you when you die. My deep disconbobulation has concluded that officially, boys really suck. *nods* If you are a guy, then you shouldnt have take offense to that statement. ;D And yes, the term "boys" and "guys" are not limited to age at all, so yeah. Just makes me glad I dont like any boys. *makes a face* <.<;; The past few days, if I am in the bathroom and glance in the mirror and see a large lock of hair that really stands out (ie insanely sticks out kinda long), I go after it with the scissors, if it was proved that this morning's mistyling wasnt the cause. So now, my hair is...really cute. *grins and blushes* If it was the way it is now and longer, it would be sexy, but it isnt so it is just cute. For now, anyways. ^_~ And I only mention that because all the other (rare) times I had cut my hair myself, it was a disaster that could only grow out. Granted, I never did anything bad enough for shaving my whole head, but thats because I usually knew when to stop while the damage was hideable in a scrunchie. Not that I am bad at cutting hair, as it was a little bit of a chore for me where I used to live, but it is different this case, as I think cutting your own hair is a different thing all on its own, and no one else in my family has curly hair, so yeah. I am so vain. ;_; My accent, the way I say the word curls, it sounds just like the word girls, so when I said outloud "Curls are sexy", I knew right after I said it that it was going to cause some confusion I had to asplain. I am not lesbian/bi to my knowlege. *shrugs* The NY aunt only has one brother, and he looks just like Michael Moore, just without the belly and stuff. And I dont think her brother likes baseball hats, but whatever. Its really freaky-odd, the resemblense. *cough* But anyways... My aunt showed me a picture of his son, Carl. It startled me, as he looks nothing like his dad (His son is dark toned, as opposed to how...well, just imagine Michael Moore for a few seconds. 0.o) Carl's mom is Jamaican, so that explained a lot. Obviously. She asked me what I thought of him, and I said he was ok (I lied. I lied so badly.) I already knew where this was going, just from her body language, let alone her obivouse hints and and not so subtle suggestions. She went on to explain how he was a sweet guy, really nice, just turned 28. I reminded her that I am barely touching 20, when she said "Oh, that's ok, he is about as mature as a 16-17 year old boy. =D" ...And that was supposed to make me feel better how? Oh well, she gave him my screename and whatever, so at the least I might find a new friend in the process. *shrugs* Did you know: When the moon is directly overhead you weigh slightly less. A bee has 5 eyes.

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Wednesday, December 8, 2004

Purely platonic soulmates

I took my aunt to the mall, to buy a cd that has a song she loves. She bought me the cd I wanted, and a used Chrono Trigger ( + Final Fantasy Chronicles) game. ...And I feel really spoiled >_<;;; *cough* Last night, I was half asleep/deep in thought, when all the way across the room, my phone went off in my purse (gosh is it loud o.o;; ) Granted, it was prolly loud because that would be the first time I could properly hear it ring, as I always have my music up/kids make too much noise, ect. Scared me half to death, anyways. <.<;; *shrugs* Just something I randomly remembered, along with me going outside to talk, then sneaking back inside and falling on my bum, as the outside was wet and my shoes all slippy from it. *laughs* Eh. If I can update later, I will, so yeah. ^_~ Did you know: The tongue is the fastest healing part of the body

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