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Well, I'm currently drinking a Ramune so I'm doing pretty good. And now the events of the past week, as written in my journal, along with a little segment called "Da Fuck?!" in which I mention a few things that made me think to myself "Da fuck?!".
Included are:
-an enemy made of an A/C
-the unknowing flashing to a waitress
-a freaky ass dream
-and A BUNNY
Aug 6, 2005
Ok, it's 6:49 AM. Right now I'm alone in the van listening to Killswitch Engage. We've stopped at a rest area and everyone's using the restrooms. Not sure why though, it hasn't even been an hour since we left my Tia's cabin outside Dallas. You'd think that they'd go before we left considering that family always tells you to go before leaving when you're a child. I guess I was a good listener. I think we're heading to Gainesville, TX to get gas.
We left really late yesterday. We were supposed to leave around 10:30 AM; we didn't leave till about 2:00 PM. The reason is a little Collie puppy that my Tia Molly encountered the previous night. The little got ran over by a truck, several times mind you (that driver is such an ASS). Tia Molley and her youngest step-son, Andres, took the puppy to an emergency vet. They had to amputate his right hind leg. Poor little guy. I think that my tia is going to take care of the puppy when she picks it up after this trip. Little Andres got attached to the pup.
When my Tia Molly, my mother, and myself went to pick up my grandparents we had trouble fitting stuff in the van. My grandmother decided to pack a lot of food. I guess that was good of her, but I hardly eat, especially during trips.
The company of my grandparents is a little weird, but I'm ok with it. I've lived with them for fifteen years of my life. That's one of the main reasons why I'm considered the "favorite grandson." I find it strange, I'm the blacksheep and yet favored grandson. I love my grandparents very much, even if I may not show it at times. Since I'm not very talkative it kinda gets to them. My grandfather would sometimes ask if I don't know how to say hello.
Even though he's technically my step-grandfather he's my only grandfather. Both my biological grandfathers died when my parents were kids. I remember how sad and worried i was as a child when my grandfather had a heart attack; also the time when he had colon cancer.
Not much happened yesterday, just a lot of driving. It was really late when we reached my Tia Mia's cabin, which is outside Dallas. While there I met "Gatita", her little cat. Not sure if "Gatita" is her name though. She's a curious and funny little neko. And the dog "Chulita" is still quite the diva. She's a pretty dog and loves it when she's petted.
I think we're going to pass Oklahoma today. It's kind of a shame though. I was hoping that we could stop off at Louisiana for a little while. I've always wanted to visit there, especially since one of my favorite books takes place in New Orleans (Interview With the Vampire).
Well, I think I'll stop for now. All my friends are still in my thoughts and my heart while I'm sitting here in my gloomy corner. I just wish it wasn't so damn cold. Curse you A/C! You're now my mortal enemy for a week!
Aug 7, 2005
It's currently 1:03 PM. We stayed the night at St. Louis, MO and we just finished visiting the Our Lady of the Snows Shrine. Since I'm not Catholic, or any religion for that matter, I can't really say that it was a pleasant visit for me. I was dragged there against my heathen will. But I tortured my mother with sacriligious remarks galore.
This morning started out pretty badly. As my Tia Molly was backing the van out of the hotel parking lot she complained about some stuff blocking her rear view and thought she hit a red truck. She then pulled over near a Motel 6 and my tia, my mother, and my grandfather checked the rear bumper. Sure enough there was a big dent and I overheard Molly pinning the blame on me. She said that I didn't listen becuase I had my headphones on and didn't move the stuff in the back. My grandfather offered to pay for the damage because he packed the stuff in the back. Before we een left he offered to stay outside and help guide my tia while pulling over.
I got really pissed as I heard her blame me. I hate how it seems to always be my fault while near that woman. Gee, I wonder why I feel like I don't belong in this family? Well, the paint in the dent wasn't even red; it was white. So the most sensible scenario is a hit-and-run last night.
I overheard that Molly was crying during a confessional earlier while we were at the church. My mother told me not to worry about being blamed. I didn't really care much becuase I'm used to being blamed about stuff. I just hate how I feel that I don't belong anywhere whether it's my family and even at times with my own friends.
Well, I really don't feel like writing about my sacriligious thoughts and actions while at the shrine. I'm still a bit upset.
Aug 8, 2005
Well we're finally leaving Missouri. It's 3:08 PM and we're now heading for Iowa. I'm feeling ok, still my quiet self, dressed in black, and listening to Dir en grey. Hell's yeah.
We picked up my cousin Will in Illonis yesterday. I met some of his family members from his father's side. Nice people, though I didn't talk much. They probably think that I'm rude or arrogant, *sigh* that tends to happen to the quiet one. My cousin went on a tour of Missouri University while the rest of us waited. He said he enjoyed it and likes the campus. That's good for him I guess.
Last night I watched Gothika on HBO. It was a good movie plus I like Halle Berry. She's one of those few actresses that I find really attractive. At times my mother would say, "Watch this, it's a scary part." She's seen the movie before and she told me it was pretty scary, but it's not. I told her "What the hell are you talking about? This isn't scary." I asked my cousin to turn off the lights during the movie but he wouldn't. He kept saying that it was scary. I don't know if he was serious or just being annoying; he's three months younger than I am.
While packing the van I noticed that I had two voice mails. I got a bit excited, but wouldn't you know it: my phone was being retarded and wouldn't let me check them. I'm going to buy a new one sometime after I get back.
Everyday I've been thinking of my friends and the memories I have of them. I fear the day that I may never see them again. I hate being lonely. Even though I've been used to it for years in my life I still loathe it and it is my greatest fear.
Aug 9, 2005
10:34 AM. We just checked out of the Travelodge hotel in Iowa City and are heading out. My cousin is going to visit Iowa University while my mother, grandparents, and I do laundry. *unenthusiastic woot*
Last night was really embarassing for me. Here's what happened:
After checking into the hotel and unpacking our stuff we got hungry. My cousin wanted to eat at a nearby restaurant called Bob's Your Uncle (ironically we have an uncle named Bob). The restaurant was nice, it was a combination of a pizza parlor with a sports bar & grill. Well we all took our seats and the waitress Nicki came to our table. I thought she was attractive (I guess Iowa has some good stuff after all j/k) and she stood right over my left shoulder *key fact*. We all ate our food and drinks. I ate a cajun chicken sandwich with fries and an iced tea. The sandwich was very good and filling as well. Not to mention expensive; it cost about $8.95. It was right as we were about to leave when I realized it. MY FLY WAS OPEN THE ENTIRE TIME! And I was wearing my boxers too! That's like double the open fly! I was revealing my "manhood" to the waitress everytime she was standing next to me, which was also everytime she came to our table! Man I was really embarassed.
When we returned to the hotel room I told my mother what happened. She replied with, "So what? You tipped her a little extra!"...>,>...*sigh*...
Moving on. I talked to Mike last night. He told me that he and Seth dubbed this one guy in band Jebidiah. I started laughing. We then started saying "Damn it Jebidiah! Get out of my house!" and then a slow retarded "Wha?" I forgot to tell Mike that I found Chris' restaurant. While driving I saw a store called The Hungry Hobo. I laughed to myself and immediately thought of Chris.
Last night I had the strangest dream. It was a bunch of people holding a parade for a red guy with horns. I quickly assume that would be the devil. But I doubt he'd look like that if Satan exists. Matt M was there too. He and I were just hanging around somewhere near the crowd. Well, then there was a bunch of panicking and people running away. Matt and I were both running upwards on a slope against the crowd running downwards. Matt was a bit further ahead though. I then saw Sam running towards me. I grabbed her arm and then kissed her (yes, on the lips...you curious people you...). I kissed her again but it felt as though she was not letting me. I then let go of her, looked at her as if it would be the last that I would see of her, and continued running against the massive panicking crowd.
That was I could remember of that strange dream. I find it very confusing. Why was I running towards something everyone was fleeing from? Why was Matt there? And why was Sam there?
Aug 10,2005
2:31 PM. I just finished visiting my grandmother, Elaine Shaffer, and my Aunt Wendy for the first time in my life. I also saw Oelwein High School where my father graduated from.
It was an ackward experience. First off she lives in a nursing home, so lots of old people were there. Also becuase it was my first time meeting her. According to her nurse she was excited about me visiting her. She's a nice lady, my grandmother, however her hearing is a little off so it was a bit difficult talking to her since I'm quiet a lot.
I found out that the Shaffer family is really huge. I always knew that my father is the 19th child out of 20 and I found out today that I have over 50 cousins in that side of my family. My eyes widened when my Aunt Wendy told us that my grandmother had over 50 grandchildren and over 40 great-grandchildren. After she said that I made a remark that it was in preparation for global conquest. My Aunt Wendy was saying that I resemble my father, I'm not sure how though. She also told us that she and my grandmother were trying to organize a Shaffer family reunion, but it's difficult since we're all spread out.
And I finally found out where I get my quietness from. According to my grandmother all the Shaffers are a distant and quiet family. That we all tend to keep to ourselves most of the time. I guess I have that loner in my blood as well as the need to be helpful to those important to me. As I've told myself many times: there's no way I can escape my father. I have too much of him within me. Excluding the psychaotic side so far...
My mother was telling me that Molly was annoying her becuase as my mother is trying to have a conversation with her ex-mother-in-law and ex-sister-in-law Molly would butt right in and start talking about her glorious fuck-up of a son that's my cousin. Will is not the brightest bulb out there and it's bad enough that Molley won't let him grow up.
Changing subject. The weather up here is pretty nice, though I doubt that I'd ever live up here. I think my Aunt Wendy wants me to go to Iowa University. i will admit that Iowa City was a nice place, a lot better than Waterloo. Yesterday was the hottest day in Iowa since the 1980s. The record high is now 97 degrees; today is 86 degrees. Yesterday my tia was talking about how hot it was up here and I just laughed becuase it's nothing compared to the 100 degree heat back in San Antonio.
We're finally heading back home and I'm really excited. Hopefully we'll be back Thursday night.
P.S. I saw the cutest little bunny running around outside the nursing home while I was visiting my grandmother. Kawaii!
Aug 11, 2005
2:44 PM. I just got finished taking a shower. I'm finally back home! I arrived sometime around 1:30 PM.
The original plan was to drive to Kansas City, rent a hotel, and then head to San Antonio arriving later today. Thankfully my grandfather just said, "Let's just drive all the way." I was really glad that he came on this trip. Not only is he generous but he talks the most sense. Everytime Molly started complaining and over exaggerating about something my grandfather would set her staight.
Around 2 in the morning my cousin Will started bitching about wanting to sit in the front of the van. Molly gave in to his whining and let him sit shotgun with my grandfather. Will needs to learn to grow up. He's 17 yet stiff whines like when he was 7. The problem about sitting shotgun is that it's your responsibility to help navigate and keep the driver awake. Instead Will starts falling asleep, that idiot. I then decided to keep myself awake incase Will decided to doze off, so I started randomly reading aloud street signs like "192 miles to Dallas!"
Later on my grandfather started occupying Will with simple questions and riddles that stumped him. *Inside Fact: Will was my inspiration for Jebidiah* It seemed grandfather had things under control so I rested for a bit.
When it was around 4 AM it was my turn to sit shotgun since I couldn't sleep in the van (quite uncomfortable). I had to accompany my Tia Molly though. As much as she annoys me it was my responsibility to keep her awake. I drank an Amp energy drink, which tastes nasty btw, while I talked to Molly about music and random/pointless things.
I was so happy when we reached Texas at 6:20 AM.
For the remainder of the return trip I sat in the back and watched Princess Blade, Hellsing, Escaflowne, and Naruto.
I have to say that I've never seen so many corn fields and old people before until this trip. Not to mention a parked horse and carriage at a store. Also, I favor Iowa City over Columbus, MO.
Later on I'll type this online and hopefully talk to some my friends. I'm also looking forward to the get-together/B-Day party at Diversions this Saturday, even though I feel that it's not going to be much of a turn-out. Hopefully I'm wrong.
P.S. Many of my friends were constantly in my heart and mind throughout this trip.
And now for!
DA FUCK?!
ok, here are three things that I encountered during this trip that made me say "Da Fuck?!":
-A 3 Musketeers bar that said "May Contain Peanuts"
-A "Big Texas" Cinnamon roll manufactured in Chicago,IL
-A rest area in Missouri that will fine you and arrest you for a year for litering yet there's no easily sightable trash cans!
...and uh...that's it...eeyup...laters. |
