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First off, anyone who immitates or attempts to immitate Lil' John or however you spell his name needs smacked.
*coughCharliecough*
And my cousine. Gosh, that's terrible.
Honest to goodness, that's enough to make you develope a twitch. Or drive you mad. Or something.
Yar.
If certain somones didnt frequently stalk my O so often, I think I could be a bit more...open with some things. But being so regardless would step on sensative feelings, so yeah.
But I am comfortable 'bout most everything else, so --ack! *untangles her boot from wires under table*
....How'd that happen? o.o
*thinks she mighta accidently did something to the computer next to her*
*feigns innocence*
ANYWAYS.... <.<;;;
Today was the first day of classes! Today and Wednesday, I gots me a computer class, where me and half the class already know how to do more than half the things the teacher is going to teach us. I am just waiting till we get to the silly stuff like PowerPoint, which I dont have a clue (or much desire) to work. But oh well.
Mhm, tomorow I have English, Wednesday computer class again, Thursday, English again, then an English workshop, and then...Basic Mathematics. w00t. *wrinkles nose*
And on Friday, the biology class from 6-9 at night.
Mhm. *nods*
I am in a much better place, mindset wise, thanks to Ken. And Alan. Oy, and Sarah. Did I mention Charlie?
The thing with me, when bad stuff happends one right after another in a constant steady stream, I find it hard to keep myself afloat. I dunno, I stumble, blah blah blah. All that other stuff.
Like with that bank happening. All this time, I figured my silly self had lost my old checkbook, when really, somone theived it and is writing plenty rather large checks to an empty account that is linked to me.
;;;
Oy. >.<
Saturday night, it blizzarded 18-24 inches of snow. Which made trains stop running, prevented me from going to NY as planned, and stranded my poor Manhattan aunt here with everyone else as well.
Oy.
A friend of mine had text messaged me, so I went out to talk in the hallway that links the main front door to the downstairs appartment and to the upstairs appartment. It's rather cold in that hallway, as it is upstairs, because there isnt heat, but it is a whole lot better than outside. And its one of the rare places that I can get signals on my phone without going all outside. And it has plenty privacy, as long as no one in the living room is listening hard through the front door. =)
But yes! I went out there to talk to them, and some other people. I stopped when my phone died, t'was prolly around 12:30ish am. By this time, I was freezing cold, and this old coat I had found really wasnt helping at all. I figured because I was cold and tired, best get to bed. I turned around to the downstairs front door, and turned the knob.
It wouldnt budge. It was locked.
Aleia: Damn. >.<
Ooohh, it's rather amusing at times, how I get myself into situations.
I find it mildly amusing a bit after things happen. Sometimes a long while after things are done and over with.
I first figured to run outside and sneak in through a bedroom window. A quick glance outside ruled that out completely. The wind was blowing the snow so hard it was sideways, and the snow was rather deep at this point. I remembered my aunt telling me about a Christain Egyptian Jersey City family opened their door to somone who had rung their doorbell. All four family memebers, two parents, two kids, had their throats slit or something, rather quick. There's an alarming amount of the population that are blaming the incident on Muslims. So yeah. My uncle makes it a point to keep the windows and doors locked. And in the just in case, from a choice of being dry and freezing cold, to wet and freezing cold, dry is safer. And just feels better. ^_~
So no outside for Aleia.
There would be no point in standing in the hallway, as there was at least half an inch of melted dirty snow. Sitting in such conditions would violate the "dry-and-freezing-cold is safer" rule. And violating other, uh, situations/things along the way. I knew no one would wake up untill 4-5 am at the earliest, so I had...quite a waite.
Ringing the doorbell would have been suicide taken out of my hands. No thank you.
The only logical move to make was upstairs.
No 'lectricity meant I could only see from the light emmited from streetlights. I rumaged around the refinished-mostly-cleaned-up place, and found two very thin blankets. (Too bad it was mostly cleaned up; prior, there was all these blankets and an old mattress up there ;_;)
But yeah. I went into a closet, and tried to go to sleep. Which was hard, because at times my violent shivering woke me up. =\
I made myself get up, when I started feeling funny. I had this bad feeling inside that going to sleep when I was this cold really wasnt a safe idea. *shakes head*
So I stood up and did exercises that woulda been pretty embarassing had I not done them by myself. With no mirrors. In a dark room.
...What? I wanna make good use of my time. XD And I was kinda restless. And they needed to be done. *grins*
So there I stood, staring out the window, doing my exercises, lost in thoughts and rather hypnotised by the racing swirling of the snow under the streetlights, when I vaguly became aware of a rymthmic scraping noise from outside.
....Somone shoveling! People awake! Morning! =O
Just then I heard the front door open. Stuff and stuff, it was my conservative aunt, who when she sleeps over, sleeps in the girls room, where I happen to reside. She kept waking up to check on my bed, to...know when I go to sleep? Her and my uncle check up on me alot, I notice, and.. I dunno. I dont quite like it. u.u
But anyways. Yeah. It was 4:30am, and she was pretty angry at me, said I should have rang the doorbell if I was locked out. My NY aunt was there, and she was more worried than anything. I tried to explain that I knew if I rang the doorbell, woke my uncle up, explained why and how I was locked out, I was prolly going to have some kind of beating waiting for me. So as opposed to that, I would rather much practically freeze to death. >:|
I didnt care much how I worded things at this point; I was shivering violently, very weary, and I knew the conservative aunt was going to tell my uncle/her brother everything when he woke. So my silly thinking hadn't factored in that the conservative aunt might have figured I was gone, eventually found me and the whole situation, and only delayed the inevitable, making me go through both choices instead of just one.
*smacks head* >.<
But the NY aunt argufied a bit with the conservative aunt, and got her to say she wouldnt tell, only if she never catches me again talking in the hallway at night.
*wrinkles her nose* Tis better than nothing, and I am really really thankfull for my American aunts, and the ending conclusion of this...erm...prediciment.
*laughs and shakes head*
Ahh. After I woke up, I had to shovel the whole front walk, and three strait hours of physical labor has rendered my whole self so incredibly sore. *wince*
I never fully realized how much sidewalk he owns. And that there is a Jersy City law that you have to shovel the walk you "own", or there be a fine for you. o.o;;
Anyways. Things are ok after all that...excitement. Yeah. Excitement. That's what I'll call it.
^_~
But what I wouldnt give for a back massage. Mhm.
Any bidders? =)
Did you know:
The largest pumkin ever grown weighed 1,061 pounds.
That's actually rather interesting because...
Eh, you are going to laugh when I say this, but ever since I was 10-ish, I have always wanted to grow the biggest pumkin ever. Unfortunatly, when I was able to come across any pumkin seeds, my first attempt was during a drought, the second was during the summer with the scorching sun (plant leaves burned, our skin burned), and deer kept coming to eat/mess any success I squeezed out.
Someday, someday, I will grow a gigantuan one. One so big I can cut a door out and go inside. And I will do so!
...And then I wont have an ambition anymore. Oh so sad! What will I do with my life then?
Hmm....
The US is the largest country named after a real person (Amerigo Vespucci)
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