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Um, yes. Sorry about the lack of update-ness, especially after a post like that. I was online for a little bit last night, and the wee bit of typing I did was too much for me >.< (phone = easier X 10)
Yeah. Anyways, my aunt and uncle went to the hospital later Sunday night, as my cousine had to have a surgury of sorts. He was admited Wednesday, I believe, because he was getting sicker and sicker and no one knew what was wrong. Actually, they still dont and he is getting worse, but that is a long long story I dont wanna get into. But yea. He couldnt get the mild surgury done, as no one was really there. With that logic, my uncle said I would go Monday, early.
Around 10am, I was woken up with a sing-song of my name, in a really familiar voice. 'Twas Jersey Sarah, standing next to my bed. I asked her how she got in the house, as everyone else was asleep, and my little cousine that stayed home was still sitting in the bedroom. She let herself in through the front doors, which is really, really scary when I put more thought into it. In all honesty, I would still think it a dream, if I didnt end up getting into so much trouble for everything. Or if she had not brought her guy friend in the house. Less than 30 seconds after she introduced him to me, my uncle walked by in a sleepy daze. Not so sleepy to not know what was going on, but sleepy enough to not throw a fit and call the police on them, as he confirmed later.
Yeah. Speech for Aleia. Of course, it has to happen when she is clinging to the wall so she doesnt collapse. Um, lets see. It was late Monday, and I hadnt eaten or drank since early Saturday, so yeah. That's prolly why I was really weak and stuff. <.<;;;
So far, always after he yells/gives me a speech, I am really really upset and angry, because in the way it happends. He usually mimics me in a high voice and there is vast injustice all around. Like he didnt even bother to accuse me of letting Sarah and her guy friend in the house, he knows I did. Even though I hadn't talked to her for the longest time, it was a complete suprise that she came, and she is the one that woke me up, when I was in my bed. But he doesnt want to hear it; to him, a lot of what I say is stories. I know, because when I try to explain, he waves his hand and tells me "It doesnt matter, it's only a story". *mimics him in a high voice* "Dont waste your breath and energy on lying to me, I already know." As he re-confirmed again, when he talked of his high hopes for me when I first came, and I made him wary with stories about being sexually abused.
...
Actually, my anger rose quickly, when he said that. I quickly bit my tongue so I wouldnt start cursing at him. I already went through that bit with my mom, when she accused me of telling stories about that. It felt like everything I went through was nothing, false.
I dont take anything he says personally; I rarely take anything he says seriously. Except when I get in trouble for things I didnt do/arent my fault. Probably because I was really sick and severely dehydrated that that comment upset me. *nods*
But yes. Anyways. Stuff and stuff, he told me the reason that I cant get a job is because I am fat. Actually, I kinda suspected that, so he could be right. He compared me to other girls; said most girls my age take really good care of themselves, and I am an exception. Ect, ect.
He went on to say about how most everyone (Arab community) knows who he is, that he is my uncle, know of me and what I look like. Then, out of nowhere, "Did you know, no one has yet asked me about you about marriage?", and then went on to how I really need to start losing weight.
Oh. My. Goodness. That was the only time I was so glad that I was expending all my energy to just breathing, and not letting myself fall to the floor. Because if I wasnt, I would have laughed. And it might be awhile afore I stopped. And it woulda made my uncle more angrier at me. XD
*cough*
He went on to the subject of my friends. *roles eyes*
He thinks my friends should be useful. He is a bussiness guy, so I highly suspect most his friends are people that continually give him construction projects, or know many many people that refere him to them.
He went on to say that I shouldnt be complaining and whining to people; and just because they can put up with it doesnt make someone good. He put his voice high pitched and whiney, and pretended to talk on an imaginary phone.
...Actually, that kinda hurt too, because I am really insecure about that stuffs. u.u;;
He then concluded all my friends were completely useless, and can only drag me in their bad habits and ways.
My idea of useful is if I talk to you, and I feel good/nice/have fun talking to you, then you're a keeper. If you can make me laugh/give good advice/ect, then I hit the jackpot. *shrugs* I didnt even bother explaining that concept to him, because it is something he would never understand.
It did suprise me, though, when he said he wanted me to cut all contact with people I know, never talk to them again from this day out. Start anew. They wont miss me. If they do, its only because I am part of a routine, I will fade with time. The others will find other people just like me to fill whatever gap I might have created with my absence.
He made me hang up, when Florida Sarah called later that night. *shakes head*
I think the trick with him is to appear to listen. When school starts, and when I can finally get a job, this image will be a lot easier to pull.
Stuff and stuff; after he was done, I went back to bed, angry and upset, slept, woke up and sorted the stuff he said into two catagories. Stuff he's right on, and stuff that's just ludacris. He was right when he said I needed more structure in my life; eating, sleeping and using the internet isnt much..good. When I said I would go to the gym for the fact I didnt have money, he said he will pay for it. *grins*
Um, lets see. Most everything else was ludacris. *nods* It's after I sort the stuff out that I feel better, as I am always overwhelmed and whatever immediatly afterwards.
So yeah. Aleia going to the hospital was forgotten. *laughs*
Tuesday, my conservative aunt quietly accused me of trying to kill myself, because I hadnt eaten or drank anything in a few days. She was pleading with me not to do it, and for some reason, it all struck me as surreal. And it made me laugh. And I couldnt stop.
She looked sad and said that my thinking isnt right, because I hadnt eaten and I probably was making myself sick. In my mind, I was thinking if I really wanted to kill myself, I sure as hell wouldnt starve myself. But I didnt say that outloud, of course. <.<;;
*shrugs* Oh well. I was finally able to drink water and keep it later that day, so's ok.
I had to walk to the library 4-5 blocks away, as I had a huge stack of books that would be overdue. I wore my coat, because I was freezing cold, and listened to everyone exclaim how warm it was. *raises eyebrow*
I, uh, lost my balance quite a few times, even though I was walking really slow, so yeah. Really glad I wore my coat. *grins sheepishly*
Mhm, lessee. Wednesday, walked 12 blocks uphill to the college, as it was the first day of registration. Waited in line for an hour. Found out that if I was to use my PA driver's license as my form of ID, they would charge me triple tuition. I was told I needed to get a NJ state ID, from the DMV down the street.
Walked to the DMV. Waited in line. Was told that if I was to get a NJ state ID, I would have to surrender my PA driver's license, and I wouldnt be allowed to drive anymore. The only way to get around that would be to get a NJ driver's license, and give them my old one.
Twas already late late in the afternoon, and I was completely worn out. So I went home, and went back yesterday. Went in, showed them my PA driver's license, was told all I needed to do to get my NJ one was to take an eye test. And..that's it. No book test, no on the road test. Just an eye test. o.o;;
But I was in there from 10 am to a bit past 2pm. T_T
So yeah.
Went to the college, waited in line. The guy behind me was breathing a bit funny and sweating a whole bunch, and when I glanced over at him, he grinned sheepishly and told me he had just come from the gym. Stuff and stuff, he told me he was a personal trainer there, asked me if I work out anywhere. I commented about how, actually, I was looking for a gym. He went on about his gym, telling me I should join up there, as you are entitled to one free session with a personal trainer, and to ask for Johnny. I jokingly said mhm, I'm assuming you're Johnny, right? He grinned and confirmed it.
I bet he might work on a mild sort of commission XD
*runs away*
So yes. Finally registered for school. But I cant register for classes till Monday, as my test scores came out funny. I did well in English, decent in the essay, completely sucked in the basic math (0050) and somehow, when the Algebra score is usually 0078, I managed a 0104.
*falls over* I...dont think I know algebra that well. I think I used common sense in guessing the answers. But they are still sticking me in the retard math, and that made my uncle angry, when he found out. But I dont care what he thinks, I just hope he doesnt try to tutor me, because...well, I dont wanna explain, unless it happends. And, uh, I would rather walk into the projects and get the one 16 year old boy that takes advanced classes in Catholic school to tutor me. He has too many siblings to count; is one of my 15 year old cousins good friends; the kid's mom is friends with my aunt. My uncle doesnt like them, because the kids are kinda wild, and because he is prejudiced (They're black) *nods*
Oy. I found out on Tuesday my car went kaputz on me. The starter died of old age. >.<
I, uh, hope my uncle find it worthy a cause to replace the starter, even though it is a bit on the expensive side. =X
And there you have it. I kinda recently realized that with me, it always seems to be something.
Why cant I have a nice, quite normal month? Or week?
Please?
Did you know:
The year that read the same upside down was 1961. that wont happen again untill 6009.
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