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Sunday, October 31, 2004
Happy Halloween everyone!I know it's kind of late in the day, but I've been busy.
But anyway, happy new year to my fellow witches.
The weather out here is friggin weird. It's snowing. But it's not cold out. Like, I can go outside without a coat on and still be comfortable. It's a little nippy, but not too bad. But... it's snowing. Yesterday it was so warm we were sweating without our coats, and it's snowing today. Tomorrow it could be in the 60's again. It's so friggin unpredictable.
Ugh, I hate being a woman. You'll never guess who showed up today. Yup, her. And you'll never guess what I was doing at the time. Yup, him. Thankfully nothing got stained. But it's still a pain in the arse.
This whole snow thing makes me want to go make hot cocoa and sit out on the deck and let the snow collect in my hair. "Walkin in a winter wonderland"... I guess now that Halloween is over, I've skipped Thanksgiving and gone into Christmas mode. "Sleigh bells ring.. are you listenin'? In the land.. snow is glistenin'"..... God help me, not yet. There's still two more months.
Niki ran away at 09:56 p.m.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
I want everyone to see this video by Eminem, whether you like him or not. Click on "mosh". Here are the lyrics:I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under God
[People It feels so good to be back..]
Scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel, reenergize, and rewind
I give sight to the blind, mind sight through the mind
I ostracize my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight you take it as I’m gonna whip someone's ass
If you don't understand don't even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi task
And juggling both, perhaps mastered his craft slash
Entrepreneur who has held long too few more rap acts
Who has had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mister kiss his ass crack, he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
Come with me, and I won't stear you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors
To the people up top, on the side and the middle,
Come together, let's all bomb and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build, from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black
Don't matter what color, all that matters is we gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause, no matter the weather
If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better
They ain't gonna stop us, they can't, we're stronger now more then ever,
They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go,
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know
Stomp, push up, mush, fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home come on just . . .
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
Come with me, and I won't stear you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors, come on
Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us,
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's trying to tell us something, maybe this is God just saying
we're responsible for this monster, this coward, that we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at his head nodding,
How could we allow something like this, Without pumping our fist
Now this is our, final hour
Let me be the voice, and your strength, and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme, just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply it by six
Teen million people are equal of this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al Quaida through my speech
Let the President answer on high anarchy
Strap him with AK-47, let him go
Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our soil
No more psychological warfare to trick us to think that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes, it's all lies, the stars and stripes
They've been swiped, washed out and wiped,
And Replaced with his own face, mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you'll know why, because I told you to fight
So come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
Come with me, and I won't stear you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors
And as we proceed, to mosh through this desert storm, in these closing statements,
if they should argue, let us beg to differ, as we set aside our differences,
and assemble our own army, to disarm this weapon of mass destruction
that we call our president, for the present,
and mosh for the future of our next generation,
to speak and be heard, Mr. President, Mr. Senator
Niki ran away at 04:33 p.m.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Aparantly ice cream is sold out of vans around here, instead of trucks. We just saw an ice cream van. It had a speaker on top playing music, and pictures of ice cream stuff on the side, but it was a van. That's just odd.Niki ran away at 04:40 p.m.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
ImagineTCS is... back. It was down for like 6 months, I thought it was officially dead, but... it's back. It's still alive, and the admins still don't answer people, and Lex and Dæ still harass people. I'm getting all nostalgic now. Beth is still there, which is just awesome, it wouldn't be the same TCS without Beth.
I don't know how active I'll be on TCS since I found the Condition, but I know I'll never be able to leave completely. I'll be fifty and I'll still haunt TCS. As BrightEyes. I will build up a massive uncountable amount of posts.
Speaking of which, I should probably archive this soon, shouldn't I?
Niki ran away at 12:00 p.m.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Scratch that. Don't go see The Grudge. Not unless you want to be traumatized. I feel like I'm going insane, I'm afraid to go to bed at night. I'm fine during the day, but when it gets dark, and we have to go to bed, I get scared. Seriously fucking scared, not just a little apprehensive, seriously fucking scared. I had a complete nervous breakdown last night. It's not something I'm proud of, or that I even really want to share with anyone reading this, but I feel it necessary to warn people.I've never reacted like this to anything, and anyone who knows me knows I'm not the flaky sort. They'd also know I'm not the type to make shit up for attention or any other gain.
This movie fucking traumatized me. I know it's just a movie, and there really isn't some dead Japanese woman after me, but I can't help but think she's going to pop up out of every dark place I come across, including the bed sheets.
The rumors were true, they did things with this movie that they've never done with horror movies before. It's designed to scare the hell out of you. They take an image, and, using proper lighting, expose you to it for a certain length of time so that the image is most literally burned onto your brain. They also take places where people feel most safe (home, bed) and make them unsafe. The monster gets you no matter where you go, and no place is safe.
It sucks, because even knowing all this, I still can't get that image out of my head. I can't help but feel like a fucked up dead japanese woman is going to pop up from between the bedsheets, or behind the closet door, or in the bathroom, or anywhere. I know it won't happen, but I can't stop that damn face from popping up in my thoughts. Last night, Matt almost started to look like her.
I feel like I'm losing my fucking sanity. Because I watched a movie. I'm not, though. I'm just going through what the movie makers wanted me to, as well as the whole audience. It was designed to scare, to terrify, and it did. It worked. I'm fucking scared.
I know it'll wear off, it's just a matter of time and convincing myself (all of myself) that it's not real. It was just a movie.
Seriously, unless you want to suffer from severe insomnia and fear of dark places, don't watch this movie. Unless you feel like you can view it from a strictly analytical point of view, don't watch it. Not without lots of people, lots of light, and lots of distractions.
That's all I have to say.
Niki ran away at 01:51 p.m.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Holy. Shit. Batman.If anyone is interested in being scared out of their wits by a movie, I highly recommend The Grudge. That movie is scary as shit.
I know there are alot of movies out there that claim they're the scariest, but this one is up there. This one tops the Exorcist. This one makes you want to watch the Exorcist just to calm down afterwards.
There really is no plot. At least not one that I can figure out. But it does it's job. It scares you. I can honestly say that it's the only movie that has really scared me. Not just freaked me out a little, but scared me.
I was afraid to go to bed afterwards, especially because of one scene that takes place in a bed. I couldn't sleep for two hours because I was staring at the closet all night. This one sufficiently did me in.
And it's not all that gory. There are a couple scenes that -could- be classified as gory, but nothing like the slice-em dice-em of, say, 13 Ghosts. It was more like the Ring, but scarier.
Definitely, if you're looking for a good scare, go see The Grudge.
Niki ran away at 05:56 p.m.
Friday, October 22, 2004
Is it too much to ask for one wink of sleep? Honestly, this is ridiculous. I just layed in bed for two hours, and I haven't even been remotely close to falling asleep. I'm tired, but I can't fall asleep. It's getting old.I don't know how to change it. I don't want to take any pills, but that's about the only solution there is out there. That I know of anyway.
It.
Fucking.
Sucks.
All I want is sleep! Just a little bit of lousy sleep!
The only good thing about not being able to sleep is having time to watch Matt sleep. He's so damn cute! Except when he drools all over the pillow and I stick my head in it (yeah, in need of shower now). He always gets up to pee at exactly 11:55. Not a minute sooner or later. Exactly 11:55. I could set my watch by him.
Dear god I just want sleep!
That's it, I'm just going to stay up all night, I'm not going to sleep at all. All night and all day tomorrow, maybe that'll set me back on a normal schedule.
I need a night life.
Niki ran away at 12:03 a.m.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Imagine there's no heavenIt's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries,
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You...you may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possesions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You...you may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will live as one
I wonder if people will ever get the meaning behind that song?
Niki ran away at 02:00 p.m.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
I should probably get off of my ass. It's 11:25, I have to do dishes and put them away, do laundry, and vacuum. Not before getting dressed and brushing my teeth. I'm just a lazy fucktart today. I don't really feel like doing any work, but I know it has to be done.Oh the life of a housewife. I didn't think the housework would get so old so fast, it's only day two! Then again, I've always hated work.
Speaking of which, I need a job, too. Matt talked to this guy who does skip-tracking on the side (he's an Air Force guy, in for career). It sounds like a good thing to get into. Basically, people call him looking for, say, a long-lost aunt. They give a name and any information they have, the guy uses the internet to find said person and gives the caller the info. Gets paid like fifty bucks for every found person. It takes about ten minutes tops. Fifty bucks per ten minutes. Hell, if I did just three a day, that'd be $150.00 a day! Plus it's helping people. Of course, if you don't find the person, you just basically refund their money and tell them to hire a personal investigator. Basically there are three sites you search through, one to see if they're in jail, another to see if they're dead, and the third will find them if they've ever had a phone in their name ever in their life. So that wouldn't be a bad thing to get into. Money + helping people = happy me.
Really should get this shit done. Really should get off my ass. In desperate need of getting off my ass. It still ain't happening. I really don't feel like going down to do laundry. I'll have to sit there by the washer and dryer, because I don't trust people to leave my shit alone, and I don't feel like having it stolen. It's going to take an hour and a half to do it, at the least. Dryers take too damn long. Damnit. I don't wanna.
I guess I should just stop my bitching and do it. 'Twould be a good thing to do.
Really it would.
Ok, I'm seriously going this time. Housework here I come!
God, and this is only an apartment, just wait till I have to do yard work too. Ugh.
K really going now.
Niki ran away at 11:25 a.m.
Monday, October 18, 2004
Well, we're officially settled into our first home. Our little 600 sq foot apartment with little storage space and a tiny little bathroom. It's kinda like an airplane or bus bathroom, but with a bathtub too. Except the toilet doesn't flush as well as those do.I've been here for a week and a day, and in that time we've gotten a car, an apartment, married, furnished the place (putting everything together piece by little piece) hooked the cable and internet up, put posters on the walls, bought a broken garbage bucket, returned it to get a new one, fluffed up a love sac and foot stool, and I think that's all. Holy. Shit.
We still need to find wedding bands. We know what we want, it's just a matter of finding them. We want claddagh rings, the actual wedding bands with the design etched onto it. Preferably in silver. I know they're in abundance back in New York, but they're few and far between out here. Actually, we've only found one store that carries claddaghs, and they only have them for women, and they're not even the wedding bands. So if we want them now, we have to order them from back east, or wait until we actually go back east.
Speaking of which, it might be happening soon. His case seems to be moving along, and we plan on getting far away from Colorado when he does get kicked out. I'm sure it'll happen right when we get used to living here. Then we'll have to pack everything back up and ship it back. We plan on driving. I know the gas is expensive, but so are plane tickets, and we'd have a lot more fun. So we'll just ship our shit back, take what we need to travel, and just drive across the country. ROAD TRIP! WOOO!
Right now I'm wishing for one of two things: Matt to get back from work, or a phone. Our phone won't be turned on until Wednesday. So my only access to the outside world from this living room is the computer. Which until 9:00 this morning, I didn't even have that (cable guy came today).
Now that everything's calming down, and there isn't so much shit to do, I actually have time to think. Which is not a good thing. I'm really starting to miss New York. Not nearly as bad as I was missing Matt while we were separated, but enough to mention it. I actually have my baby blanket on my lap right now. It sucks, it doesn't even smell like my room at grandma's, it smells like the inside of my luggage. Which is actually really gross.
I get bored and start thinking "well maybe I'll see if Laura wants to go to the mall" and then I realize that I'm in Colorado. Out here, I have no friends. I know that in time, I could have. But I'll never find someone with whom I can have a relationship like I do with Laura, or with John. You have to grow up with someone to have that kind of sibling love. I'm really missing that right now.
This is good though. It's a good experience. It'll make Matt and I learn how to depend on one another. We'll be a stronger couple (god help those who get in our way).
I really need to get some cheap notebooks or journals or something. I need paper to write on. I feel wierd without it. Maybe I'll see if I can steal the car when he gets back and go to some store somewhere. I need paper. Stupid me, left my journal at gram's. It was almost full anyway, and I didn't really like the cover. Too girlie and flowery.
Well, I think that does it.
Niki ran away at 01:45 p.m.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Holy shit. Today has been an eventful day. Here I thought that Matt was going to be at work until five o'clock tonight, and he comes home at twelve thirty and says "get ready we're getting married".So we're married now. We went down to the city hall, signed all the legal documents and all that good stuff. Then we headed on over to the MPF and got me an ID card. I can now officially move on and off base at will.
Today, on October the twelvth, I officially married my soul mate. I now have a maiden name and a married name. This is it, this is the beginning of our life. Holy shit.
Niki ran away at 04:07 p.m.
Monday, October 11, 2004
Today has been quite a day. Matt and I got up early and went apartment hunting. We wound up applying for a one bedroom one bathroom 600 sq foot apartment for $480 a month plus gas and heat. They cover all other utilities. So we thought that was a pretty sweet deal. Hopefully we'll be approved for it. I don't see any reason we won't be. When we first asked to see a room, the lady asked if we had at least one years worth renting or leasing history, to which the answer was obviously no. Aparantly it's one of their policies. In any case, Matt asked if the fact he's military made a difference, and she said yes of course, and then showed us a room.We have officially named our car Natasha. She's a road whore. I have officially driven her once, and I like it. She's a cute little car, for being red.
So that has been day two of my life in Colorado. Tune in tomorrow for day three! o.O
Niki ran away at 04:26 p.m.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Well here I am, I'm in Colorado now. I'm a day late, but I'm here.It has been quite an interesting past twenty four hours. Of course, had my plane not been 55 minutes late taking off from New York, I wouldn't have missed my connecting flight in Atlanta. But it was, and I missed my flight, and I had to stay overnight in a hotel all by myself. That wasn't fun.
Then there was the lady at the ticket counter I was talking to trying to get things straigntened out. She was a bitch. Instead of booking me on the next flight to Colorado, she tried to send me to Dallas. What in the hell would I have done in Dallas? Sat there and waited for Matt to come get me, most likely. Then when I didn't want that she tried to send me to Denver. That's closer, but not close enough. In any case, I got her to book me on the next flight. But not before she had to ask me "well did you even try to make your flight?" in this incredibly snotty voice with a huge attitude that made me want to punch her. Then I asked what I should do for the night, where I should sleep. All she did was give me discount coupons for a couple motels with phone numbers on them and offered no other assistence. Real nice. So by this time I was panicing, and I tried to call Matt on the pay phone, but all it was doing was spitting my money out at me and telling me to deposit one dollar. So I gave up on that, and I was just losing it, I didn't know how I was going to make a call since the pay phone didn't work, the lady wouldn't help me, and I don't have a cell phone. Just when I was about to lose it completely, a lady came up to me and said "you look distressed, would you like to use my cell phone?". It was a god-send. Or at least would have been if I'd gotten more than Matt's voice mail. He must have been in a dead zone or something. Anyway, this guy came up to me, aparantly he'd been on the same flight from New York and had also missed his next one. He told me that the other lady at the desk booked them in a hotel room for the night, and that she said she'd do the same for me. So I went over there, got my hotel room and some meal vouchers, headed up to the shuttle, and then to my room. Needless to say, I calmed down a bit after that.
The hotel wasn't so bad. I was in the Holiday Inn. Room service is a bitch though. It cost me twenty dollars to get five small mozarella sticks and four chicken fingers and a ten ounce soda. It was insane. But I guess that's what you get when you call room service.
Anywho, I got to the airport about three hours early, I was the first one at the gate, and I boarded and flew here. And here I be. I was going to stay in the base hotel because I'm not supposed to be here in his room, but they'll only let us have a room for four days, and that's not time enough. So I'm just going to stay here. Not like they'll do anything anyway.
In other news, we are now the proud owners of a new used car. We were going to get an Accent, but I guess all the ones that were available were shit. So we wound up with a Neon. It's red. I hate red cars, but it's cute for being red. It's wierd, I'm used to Papa's big long car, and now I'm riding around in this little Neon, and it's odd.
So that's the story of my move so far. We still have to get married, get my ID card and my Colorado driver's licence and an apartment. Fun fun fun. Oh yeah, I need a job too. But I'll be able to find one out here, it's a city, many more job oportunities than C-town.
Niki ran away at 04:52 p.m.
Saturday, October 2, 2004
Damn it's been a long time since I've updated this thing. Last time was July, now it's October. *shrug*I must be doing the most insane thing of my entire life.
Firstly, Matt came home on leave about two weeks ago. He just went back yesterday afternoon. (still no word on his case, BTW). Thursday night, we made a decision. And bought plane tickets.
I'm going to fly out there. One week from today. They're one-way tickets. We're going to get married and live together. In Colorado.
Probably nobody comes here and reads anymore, but in case you read this before I get to talk to you, I'm sorry you had to read it on the internet.
I wish I had more time to say good-bye to everyone, spend a day with everyone, but I still have to work up until Friday, and I have to pack and get ready. I have Tuesday and Wednesday off, if anyone wants to get ahold of me.
I'm going to miss everyone terribly. But this is something I feel that I've waited too long to do. Neither one of us deserves to be alone. We've been apart for far too long, it's time to start our life now.
When he gets out, we're still going to come back and do the whole ceremony party thing, so no you all didn't get out of it that easily.
We don't expect his case to take much longer. Nothing really has happened (that we know of), but we do know that it has left the base and is getting processed somwhere (probably Texas). A courier came to pick it up two weeks ago, it was supposed to leave in April, but it left two weeks ago. Someone in the chain of command lied to someone else (we're assuming), and now someone is pissed. We're thinking they're going to go ahead and approve of it just to get it cleaned out because they fudged up so bad. Hopefully we'll be back for the holidays. If not, expect holiday greeting cards. Be afraid, be very afraid.
Niki ran away at 02:40 p.m.
Monday, July 19, 2004
Why is it that I'm always the babysitter of my friends? I was just thinking about how I was always the babysitter of my friends, no matter who it was or where we were going or what we were doing, I was the responsible one who had to be there or else nobody else could go.Laura's mom and Jodie's mom both did it regularly. Not like it helped in Jodie's case. I don't know how many people were allowed to talk to me or see me no matter the extent of their groundation. Even if I called them up past their allowed phone hours, they were allowed to speak with me. Ashley's mother told her she'd ground her if she ever stopped being friends with me. Snoot's allowed to talk to me even if I call her at midnight on a school night.
Now, by society's standards, does this make me abnormal? Does it make me boring, or strange or wierd?
Oh well, not like it matters now that we're pretty much all 18 and can do what we want when we want. It's nice being 18 isn't it? God I need my licence. I have all this freedom and no transportation. I've got to talk to Deb about getting a Saturday off so I can go to that god-damned five hour course again and fall asleep.
I might be getting a better job than Stewart's. I'm going to try to get a secretarial job at the school. The benefits are good, I'd actually qualify for the benefits (I'm only part time at Stewart's, so I don't have any), the pay is a lot better. My last paycheck at Stewart's was eighty something. Mom gets about eight hundred. Of course, she's been there over 6 years, and I woudln't be getting that much to start out with, but anything I can get working full time for the state is better than part time at Stewart's.
I was at the fair Thursday, my class was entered into the talent competition. The crowd went absolutely wild, everyone told us our performance was the best they'd seen and that we were going to win and all that. We didn't even place. Some kid singing the national anthem won over us. Nobody from Sharyn's studio placed. It seems like they didn't even consider any of us because we were from Joy of Movement. Which doesn't surprise me any. Nobody likes Sharyn's studio, and I have no idea why. Probably because her studio isn't for students who want to go professional. Anywhere you go (in the dancing world) if you mention you're from Joy of Movement, people turn their nose up at you. So it's no real surprise that we didn't even place.
Mom got to play with a tiger. She went back to the fair Saturday, I had to work, and she got to play with a tiger. A baby tiger. That's something I've always wanted to do, play with a baby tiger. Preferably a white tiger.
Well, something happened with Matt's case, kinda. It was denied at the wing level, whatever the hell that means. The guy who told him was under the impression that it was going straight on to Washington, but as far as Matt knows, it has to go through Texas first. Of course the wing level means nothing, it's just an opinion. The guy told Matt that he can expect to hear word anywhere between 60 to 90 days. This information was also old, we don't know how old, it could be two months old by now. So basically, we don't know shit. Still. But we can expect to get a no. Which I don't really care right now what they say, as long as they say it soon.
Niki ran away at 04:39 p.m.
Saturday, July 3, 2004
God damn power outages. I was online here, trying to update my blog, and I had it all typed out, I only had a few more sentences, and the power went out and I lost it all. Everything was just... gone. It sucked, to say the least.Anywho, I'll just go ahead and type it out again, of course it isn't gonig to be word for word, I don't have film in my photographic memory at the moment.
Firstly, AMY HAD THE BABY! God, I can't believe she's a mommy. It's wierd, all my friends are doing grown-up things, and so am I, and it's all wierd'ish. I still feel like I'm 8 years old. Anywho, the baby was two weeks earlier than her estimated due-date, but she was definitely ready. Little Kloey (I think that's how she's spelling it) was 7 pounds 11 ounces, I can't remember how long. She has a full head of red hair already, and she has Amy's nose. From what Amy's told me of the whole experience, I'm so not ready to have kids yet. Not looking forward to it. Can't we just like... adopt? Of course, that'd be nothing like having your own baby. The motherly instinct will set in eventually, hopefully not for a very long time though. I'm definitely wanting birth control. Preferably one of the kind that reduces the amount of periods you get or eliminates them completely. From what I understand, Planned Parenthood does it for free if you don't have insurance, which I don't.
I went to dinner with the family last night. Well, not the whole family, but 9 other members of the family. God, if it'd been the whole family, we'd have had to reserve two entire restaurants to seat us all.
Anywho, there's some family up visiting from out of state, and Aunt Rita wanted to go out to dinner with them. So I tagged along, too. Well, Aunt Rita lives down in Salem, so we had to go pick her up, and then find some place to eat nearby. There isn't much in that area. We wound up in some bottom floor of a hotel, which is a very nice restaurant. The kind of restaurant that gives you a wine menu and calls their soup "bisque".
If you know my family, you know that we don't belong in some bisque'ish restaurant.
We all stroll in wearing just casual jeans and T-shirts, and I think Aunt Rita was the most country bumpkin looking of us all. Nothing against her or anything, it's just the way it was. She was wearing some HUGE blue T-shirt, she swam in it, and a pair of grey capri sweat-pant things, white sneakers, and she had her socks pulled up as far as they would pull. And she has no teeth.
There was this one couple sitting at the table behind us. Higher-class kind of people, you know the type. Well, the guy was staring at our table with huge eyes and his mouth hanging open. The next time I looked over, he had switched chairs and was sitting with his back to us. Guess he didn't like the looks of us.
Then there was little Kyle, he's Yvonne's son, and he's three years old. They're from Tennessee, so they've got that southern twang going on, which makes northern stuck-ups cringe. Kyle's a very honest little boy. He'll let you know when he has to go to the bathroom, no matter who's around. So we're in there eating, and he's going "Mommy, I gotta pee" with his adorable little southern accent. Little kids with southern accents are so cute, I love 'em. So Yvonne takes him to the bathroom, in the women's room. And he's standing there after he's done waiting for her to get done, and he's looking under the stall doors going "mommy look at that lady's pretty shoes!" Of course Yvonne is trying to get him to be quiet, and it's not working, he's only saying "I do it all the time" about looking under the stall doors. Out in his seat, he was trying to tell the waitress that he liked the food, and he's just yelling to her "hey lady, this is yummy!" Oh he's such a cutie.
It was quite an experience. Of course, the menus were incredibly fancy. The damn things were upholstered! They had like fabric on them! The only beverage they had listed on it was wine, wine, and more wine. So when she came to get drinks for us, we're all like, uh, do you have pepsi? So she brings normal drinks for us, and we're all still confused by the menu. I couldn't understand half the damn ingredients. Half of it was all boiled with Leeks. What the fuck is a leek? Anyway, the waitress comes around with our drinks, and she says "um, we have lounge menus if you would prefer them"...well duh. Of course we do, we're a bunch of country bumpkins and we don't understand what this says. I still couldn't find a chicken sandwich. That's all I wanted, just a simple chicken sandwich. I settled for turkey. It had cranberry sauce on it. I didn't know they put cranberry sauce on sandwiches, but it was good.
So that was my family's excursion to a fancy restaurant. I'm not planning on doing that again.
So yeah, that's about it. Still no word on Matt's case, he's still a janitor.
Niki ran away at 05:11 p.m.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Holy hell I'm updating!It's been over a month since I've seen a computer, let alone used one. Needless to say, I can't type very well anymore. I've gotten slow, and the backspace button is definitely my best friend.
Graduation was a success. I didn't cry until they made me think of people in the military. Speaking of which, there is still no word on Matt's case. It's been five weeks since we've heard something, going on six. Hopefully we'll be hearing something soon.
There are, however, new developments with the Air Force. They're trying to cut jobs because of some budget. They have to kick so many people out by October, so they've got this thing where you can volunteer to get cut. They had it before, but it was closed to Matt because of his field. Well now they've opened it up to his field. Of course, he's not allowed to do this while his case is still open. But if they deny him conscienscious objector, then he's gonig to do this thing and come home. So either way, he's coming home this year. Which makes me happy. To steal Sara's line, it makes me want to shout.
I'm a Stewart's girl now. I'm employed at the top Stewart's in C-town. Lord knows why a small town like ours needs 2 Stewart's, a Mobile and a Cumberland Farms is beyond me, but that's where I work now. I like it a lot more than I like Subway. Subway just sucked major donkey ass.
In other news, our house is full. Packed, stuffed, exploding, bulging, whatever you want to call it. There is no more sleeping space to let more people in, and guess what? There's more coming. Yeah, needless to say I will not be at home for a few days, so that our company can sleep in my bed. I'm going to camp. I don't have to work at all this week other than tomorrow morning, so tomorrow afternoon I'm escaping. Right now we've got Grandma and Papa and I who live there, plus Yvonne, Kyle and Aunt Di. Tomorrow Uncle Norman, Aunt Patsie and Matthew will be coming (he's not Matt, he's Matthew, and very very spoiled). So yeah. Things are going to be interesting, seeing how no matter where we put Matthew to sleep, he won't like it. And we dont' have a computer. We do have TV though, so hopefully that'll console his spoiled self.
Alright, so I've never met this Matthew person who they claim is my cousin. Second cousin actually. But from what I hear, he's very stuck up and stuffy and spoiled and blah. Not really looking forward to meeting him. If he's acting like that when I'm around, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to keep my mouth shut. Especially since I'm all PMS'y and stuff. Of course, lately I'm always PMS'y. It never goes away. I want the shot.
Anywho. Yeah, that's about all I've got. Yay for computers!
Niki ran away at 02:57 p.m.