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And Aleia was speeched last night.
I have a friend who is fond of speeching anyone and prolly anything with ears. I believe my uncle could give him a run for his money. ^_~
I took it for what it was worth. My uncle wants to give me the same kind of job he gave my brother last summer; something to do with entering construction stuffs into the computer, and hopefully the same kind of pay.
So yeah. I think I might end up staying here the summer, just so I have something to live off of before I leave.
He’s making my 15 year old cousin stay the summer as well. My uncle’s mission for him is to give my cousin a job during the summer, in hopes of having him learn responsibility and stuff.
No, I’m not getting kicked out, but I foresee maybe just a little turbulence, for when I am going to try to leave later.
*shrugs* I’ll worry about that later, when the time comes.
My uncle made a funny comment, somewhere in the 45 minutes he speeched me. Something about how he checked the computer, and he was surprised about how many people I talk to, how I shouldn’t talk to people on the internet, and that led into how I really shouldn’t really talk to people about what’s happening with me inside; how talk is silver and silence is gold.
That surprised and mystified me, until today, when I was at the mall with my aunt. We had gone to the movies and watched separate shows, and had just met up afterwards. She was telling me not to say anything to anyone about going, because she’d get in big trouble with him, if he found out that we went. I laughed and said that I’d never said anything before, and she replied for me not to even email anyone about it, because my uncle knows a way to read our emails and conversations.
Aleia: …..
The only way that I can think of is to go through the history, and I don’t think that really works. Conversations; did she mean IM’s?
And I remembered about how a week or two ago, when I had come home late from babysitting, my uncle called out from his bedroom that there was a letter for me in his office in the basement, from my dad.
Inside Aleia’s head: Thanks, but how did it get there? 0_o
I mentioned that to my aunt, and she got angry, telling me about how she came home early sometime last week, and found one of his workers taking all the letters out of the mailbox. I remember my aunt told me about how she doesn’t like when my uncle opens up her letters containing her credit card statements, because he then questions every little thing she buys.
I dunno, but that made me really nervous. I already knew that some of my phone conversations were listened to (but only from my side), but I didn’t think about computer stuffs and snail mail.
This is going to be one very long summer, indeed.
Mhm. I watched The Ring 2. I liked it, but I am never ever going to let myself see a scary movie by myself again.
Or at least not by myself in the theaters.
Or maybe I shouldn’t watch scary movies with other people at all.
>.>
<.<;;;
=X
Let’s not get into that today, yeah? =D
Oh yeah. One of the points my uncle brought up highly amused me. When he was talking about how after I finish school, after I’ve established my career, after a few years, what am I going to do? Dedicate my whole life to my job?
Uncle: Aleia, you’re 20 now. Girls your age get married, have families. I don’t understand why, the desire to marry and have kids, why inside you the desire seems dead, nonexistent. 0_o
I’m perfectly content with him thinking that. If he knew otherwise, he would try to find me a husband, someone who has the same thinking as him.
And that’s a fact.
And Charlie needs to get himself a one way ticket to Egypt. Tall pale white boy that he is, the people there will eventually accept him for his views and way of thinking. *wrinkles nose*
Dork.
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