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Aye, still extremely confused about things.
But that dream, wow. Still rockin' :D
*does a dance*
I think part of my solution is to go through the motions. Somone told me 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do.'
Why oh why didn't I hear that sooner? Or thought of it myself? u_u
Ah well.
Me. Interview. Tuesday. 2 O'clock. Bath And Body Works. Hudson Mall, 440.
*crosses fingers*
w00t d00 w00t ^_^
Tomorow tomorow, I am going to NYU, to talk to an adviser of sorts about classes and such. My uncle wants me to go in person, in hopes that I will 'see something better.' *grins*
It was heavily advised I go by the path train.
I dont have apprehension from the thought of walking in NYC by myself. Even though I havent done it before. I am nervouse/anxiouse/squeaking/shaking about taking the train(s?)(eeeep o.o;; ) by myself.
I am afraid of missing my stop, ect, being lost and ending up in some weird place like Hoboken, blah blah blah, getting on the wrong train to begin with, ecetera ecetera.
You know how it is...with...trains. 0.o;;
The other night, my 14 year old cousine asked me where a certain cd of mine was. I absentmindedly told him it was probably in my car. As he left the room, I fully realized what he asked.
See, the thing about him...I finally got my cd player back, after I half asleep caught him sneaking it out from next to my bed. He had it for a week, before he grudgingly gave it back, even with constant reminders after the first few days. (HE TOOK IT TO SCHOOL. HE GOES TO DICKENSON, THE WORST HIGH SCHOOL IN JERSEY CITY, AND HE FREAKING TOOK IT WITH HIM. He is a shrimp punk with a smart mouth too big for him, anyone can take it from him! I would take my cd player from him, if I was able to find it. *fumes*) I have only had it for half a day, when he asked me that. Of course, he had run the new battaries out (In a week? What on earth was he doing?), and didnt feel like replacing them with his own, so I had to do so with mine.
I asked him how he was going to listen to the cd. He glanced over his shoulder at me, and said nonchalantly he was going to 'borrow' my cd player. I asked him to please not to, as I had just gotten it back, and was going to listen to stuff pretty shortly.
He shrugged and said ok, but the way he shrugged and walked away, the way he said ok, I knew he was lying.
Aaaaanndd shortly later...
I find my keys in a place I didnt put them, and my cd player gone.
Punk kid went through my car, then blatently lied and took my things.
I couldnt find him sleeping downstairs, and figured he was sleeping in the upstairs apartment. (Upstairs isn't rented out currently.)
Inspiration struck me as I locked the front/living room door. >:D
Bwehehehe, that'll teach him. Lock him out untill somone wakes up to let him in.
I found out he was hiding in the furtherest corner of the top bunk, downstairs.
Tsk. Did I mention he is way way too small for his age?
Did I also mention he still has my cd player?
Yeah, somone could have moved my keys/misplaced my cd player, but yesterday, he ran past me, cd player up to the loudest, screaming "Ha Ha" at me, and flew out the door.
>:|
Punk dork.
I will (hopefully) get my things back from him someday.
And revenge. Because this isnt the first time. <.<;;
And the taunting was very much uncalled for.
=X
Where did Wrapped In Plastic go? =\
And why do people still think my name is Lea, even after I tell them it is Aleia? *tilts head*
Aye, I added a bit more detail about my dream. *points down to post below*
Yes, I am still psyched by it :D
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