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I feel music deprived, in a way how I imagine I would if I was addicted to smoking or esctasy, and I had suddenly stopped doing them.
....
And I feel kinda sad inside, with wishful thinking. A teensy bit intimidated by the MATH MIDTERM TODAY *twitch twitch*, and just a tad weirded out by...yesterday.
Yeah. Yesterday...
The person Nichole (the girl from math class) wanted me to meet is a friend of Nisky's (Nisky is her boyfriend. I never ever heard his name before.) I didnt realize her intentions, untill she started gushing about how hott Lewis (Nisky's friend) is, how I am going to like him because he likes anime too...and stuff. *wrinkles nose*
Wooo...
We took a PATH train to Newark, and ended up having to take another train, one where the tickets were a bit more expensive. After that ride was done and over with, we waited in the little Union station for Nisky to come in his car. I stood near the newstand, when I noticed they had Popular Mechanics/Popular Science (Popular Science, Eeee!) *jumps up and down, squealing a girly girl squeal* =X/ and Psychology Today, which I stood there and kindasortaillegallydidntpaybut read most of them. Hey, the girl at the counter didnt care, she was rambling away on her cellphone. *shrugs*
Nichole was reading/ranting from some kind of silly magazine (had an interview with the girl from the movie Hitched. She's very pretty =\), when she looked over at me and said in suprise, "You're into that kind of stuff?" I was looking at the Popular Science magazine, and in too much awe at this picture this 23 year old guy did, using a free photoshop type program, Photoshop as well, I believe, and pictures from the Hubble telliscope.
That. Picture. Was. Too. Amazing/incredible/kickass/sock rocking....
It made me happy and excited, it was that cool. =D
If I had money, I would have bought it. But I didnt, so oh well.
I tried showing the picture to Nichole. She didnt care for the picture. Or anything else in there. Oh well. =(
Oh, heh. There was an incident, when we were waiting for the second train. You know how in a certain FF game, when something happends or if somone says something, there are thought bubbles that appear above a character's head with a (!) or a (?) ?
*laughs* That incident, that's exactly my reaction, except it was more like (!?!?!?)
*cough cough*
You know....I really should be doing an English paper that I've put off for a whole week....
But as you can tell, I'm procrastinating. If I was to describe the rest of that...episode, I'll be here forever, and besides not doing the English stuff, I'd miss the class completely. So I'll brief it from here. And I maybe need to stop telling about my day in great detail? (Today I woke up, fell out of bed, I washed my face, brushed my teeth, popped a gross pimple, walked to class, tripped and fell, ect...)
That reminds me! I found out today that I'm the only person in the whole house that brushes their hair on a regular basis. The kids, they lost the last hair brush I had two weeks ago, and I've been using the one that belongs to everyone else. And yesterday, the girls lost that one, apparently, because it was nowhere to be found today. And that was learned after I washed my hair, and I'm running around, and my hair is looking all funny and fro-wise and curly curly from me running around and fretting and looking up and down and getting it tangled in things deep under the bed and yeah.
I cant go to school looking like that!!
So I had to wrestle it into a ponytail bun, and now I look like a 14 year old. >.<
*rwars*
ANYWAYS....
After all of that yesterday, Nisky dropped Lewis off at home, and me and Nichole finally at Union station, where the train was kinda late. With as how late it was (It was around 5:15, when the train finally came), I didnt figure my uncle would let me go to Manhattan, as dark as it was getting and how far I had to go. I didnt even ask him, if I was allowed.
;;;
The train dumped us off at Penn Station, where I walked to the PATH platform, just in time for the WTC train.
Aleia: ! That was perfect timing o.o
Got off at Journal Square, stood there a minute, debating whether I should take the 33rd street train, or go upstairs and walk home, when the 33rd street train rushed to a stop.
I figured everything being perfectly synched had to be some kind of omen.
So naturally, I jumped on, waited a bit, got off, ran upstairs to the street, rushed around the corner, and there stood the bus, waiting with the doors open.
Oh my goodness.
I bored you guys all to death with the intricate details of...traveling, because it rarely ever happends that perfectly. Never for me. Usually, I get there just in time for things to pull out and leave, or I have to wait and wait.
I got to my aunt's appartment, just in time for her and her friend to start eating. *laughs*
Took the bus, train, and taxi home, prepared to explain to my uncle stuffs (I had already called my aunt, to confirm where I was, but he still could be angry at me, for not asking his permission prior) to find that he wasnt home, and hadnt been home most of the day.
That. Was. Perfect.
Completly.
And I highly doubt that'll ever happen again.
But yes! I...have to force myself to do the English paper now.
And I prolly already made this post long enough, with all of my mundane ramblings, yeah? ^_~
Edit: (Yeah, I couldnt help myself u.u)
Somone suggest a good Sublime album. How many do they have, anyways?
>:O <--- (is RWAR-ing at her raging hormones and dirty thoughts, all as you read this.)
Edit 2: Heh. The story about Nichole. If I remember and in the mood, I might finish that later tonight, if I am able to go online, or tomorow.
I'm too hungry and incredibly horny. Yay for me. u.u
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