hee hee...
So things have been.... well interesting. I got about 3-4 hours sleep before i left to go help ray bring her stuff to the train station. I didn't mind it but omg was it heavy!
I hadn't been to the Rennslear train station in a long time, to a point i was confused with their big shiny building. it seems their old terminal is like a garage or something now. Ray was cool enough to give me her bus pass for the rest of the month since shes going to be in PA for 2 weeks and obviously wont need it.
I met up with her at the valley and the poor kid couldn't move at all. she had her portfolio, book bag,saddlebag, and purse.
She had to go up o the Valley because Genius Tom Lail decides the article packets the Italy students need in like 3 weeks will finally be available now. so I walked upstairs and grabbed it for her and while i was leaving, they had a cool breakfast table with water and fruit, so i grabbed two bottles and a bit of fruit. What a yummy breakfast! However, I must contest the piece of chocolate donut Ray gave me right after was yummier ^-^;;
she worries about my eating habits. Alot of the time, I don't eat alot or at all.
So we grabbed the 10:14 from the valley to Amtrak and chilled there until 12:05.
I wandered a little, made fun of their fake plants and their attempt at a flower vending machine. $5 flowers and the only ones they had were dead....poor flowers.
Ray was talking about how she use to be neutral about blogs but now feels they are bad based on the stuff thats been blogged about recently on both Joss and my own blogs.
She said Josh said it was a way to express himself. Ray made her point that something like that should be in a journal. I do have to disagree with that at a level. Yes, a little while ago, my ex got upset about the stuff i had written about him that I changed it to make it sound a bit better, but a blog is like a constant conversation. She said Josh was talking about the email i sent him.
At this point in time, I was still tired and Rachel said some large word that started with an 'a'. I looked at her, obviously waay to tired to remember what the word meant. She explained that she feels that I do not like girly girls per example my bitching about Sara and that I don't like manly guys. I retorted the manly guy I had was a girly girl (and to my ex-bf: if you are reading this, I'm not changing this one. its how I felt, and if you don't really like it...sorry man.). Then again this was at 10 am, I was dozing in the seat with no coffee in me.
The last time i was at Amtrak, I was allowed to help my grandmother on board and secure her bags. Not anymore apparently.
So after I watched her train leave my line of sight, and praying profusely for her safe travel, I made my way for the bus stop home. I sat in the shelter and when i knocked aside a tobacco pouch...it "jingled" with the sound of change.
o0? "how long has this been here?" I thought to myself, and next to it was paper folded over cards, and a Vermont ID card.
"Oh crap... someone got mugged I just know it"
Next thing i know, this guy carrying a piece of cardboard walked up and was like 'no one stole it did they? were you looking at it?"
I told him no but I had to look at it to make sure it wasn't anything dangerous I mean I AM next to a very busy bus station.
d.o.b 5-15-1951.... so hes...like 56?
he kept mumbling things and was hitting on me and asking if he could crash at my place.... HELL NO!
But i listened politely because he was mumbling so much i had no idea what he was saying. He took off his shirt because he was hot too.....*shudder* ewwwww
i noticed he started talking to himself more when i gave him cigarettes....he did too. He tried convincing me to give him my pack of sale camels....that would be another HELL NO.
he was trying to sell his writing and the only thing i remember him really saying was that people in America who commit murder should be hung.
I was quite thankful when his bus came.
So I finally got home about...2 or 3. I left the station on the 24 at 1.
When I got in the door, I checked my email, and Josh left me a message that he would like to talk to me.
It gave me those 'oh crap, I'm in for it now' chills.
I sent him a message before i went to go and change my shoes, and had just missed him. which sucked.
I went out to the kitchen, where my mom was talking about all the stuff she could including Katrina.
That woman cannot be happy. She complains on Katrina's eating habits, but then bitches when shes not here....w/e
So, I got a lil bored and started rubbing her feet, next thing i notice how fugly they look. So I do the most obvious thing, I grabbed a shot glass and mixed some perfume with olive oil and started giving her a semi foot rub.
So I finished that and went back to my room and Josh was on. We started chatting and he sent me his Alice project the adventures of the Duck prince. Oh my gosh, it is so cute.
Apparently he found Riff Trax as well. riff trax is from the guys who did Mystery Science theater 3000. They transported themselves out of scifi land ini into your living room with the help of Disembodio, the MP3 track that lines your rifftrax to your movie. They watch the movie and do their usual MST3K thing, then someone times it with disembodio. Disembodio says one line from the show or movie that is suppose to be there and you match it up.
I use to go over to Alexs to watch it on Lost, Wickerman, Glitter, etc. The best thing is that they can't gt sued for it. It isn't on the actual movies and it doesn't infringe on them.
Somehow, through me going on about Hells Kitchen and Ace of Cakes, we started on Rachael Ray.
I first saw her on Ch6 with Mr. Food.
Josh had....a different reaction to that:
Josh: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
me: ._.;
yikes
me: yeah.... Vader much?
Josh: lol at least you know the reference, you geek
[wink]
So, its known by many people, it's not that hard to get me really confused. Josh was no exception:
Josh: it's like learning Klingon: so what do you plan to do with your life?
me: huh?!
..Huh?! I still don't get how he did that one.
We started talking about my job hunt, how Hannaford once more gave me a 'thanks but no thanks loser' card and how the guy at cumbys never fires anyone so unless someone gets fed up, i still have no job....fucking sucks giant inflatable donkey nuts.
He explained that Rachel is moving out very soon (which I know about) and that if I need a place, he needs someone to help finish and he trusts me. which yay ^-^ I'm trusted at least SOME people, lol.
Rachel told me before when she was talking to me about how she was going to move out before, that I would be the likely candidate because Josh trusts me
...again yay! Trust!
We started talking about the whole issue with the fall semester, and how its not too likely my parents will pay for it.Josh asked me why i was in Fine Arts.
...Why does everyone ask that? *shrug*
im going for Art education/animation.
Josh suggested the idea that if we both work on our own areas, we could collaborate on a video game together. That would be cool. Lets just not base it on history for massive Damage.
He was either stunned or impressed when I talked about my lil laptop here.
My little Dell has had a rough life. Falling out of my locker from time to time, wiring the entire school and etc.
I found out how much of a 'l33t h8x0r +' he was... to the point he fully manipulated AOL, but then got bit hard.
maybe he should sell his story to like 20/20 or Wired and make money on how he totally screwed with AOL lol.
Ive worked with computers a long time. When I was four, I would watch my older brother using the PC and Windows 3.1 and MS-DOS while I would tinker with the old turn table and experience how different speeds made different sounds.
Then I used Apple, and then more Apple and etc so on and so forth.
Every once in a while i will see something curious and start "tinkering" with it, to see how it specifically works and what to do to make it better. Josh says its a engineering gift and I should never lose it. I doubt I will. Its something I really look at when im bored. I was at the train station and was staring at the train and tracks and wondered how much ketchup it would take to shine the tracks there (copper is in the tracks, ketchup gets them shiny quick).
This whole thing he did though with AoL happened when I was in like 2nd grade though. it Made me type in that im an old soul, but I wish I wasnt so young this time around.
Then Josh reminded me of something I forgot: Dragons are old souls.
....wait, i just said...that? w/e meaning I feel like an old soul but people born in the year of the dragon are prone for more past lives than anyone else.
heh, i know that in more ways than one. I use to have dreams I thought were based on what i saw on the history channel, only in first person. And some things i saw were literally out of this world and too sci fi for this blog
Soon when I would get them in the middle of the day, I asked one of my friends online and holy crap. She did a meditation thing with me and I had at least 3 different past lives come back to me. 1 male, 2 female.
It was bits and quips and little things that make sense in a modern way.
I remember an old victorian home in the plain states and falling in love with the new toy, the teddy bear, and having it gifted to me when I could finnaly finish reading Goldie Locks and the three bears on my own. Thats the most vivid one. I remember the feel of the slacks, the shirt, the way my hair was parted. the smell of the warm air, the cool Elm tree from the neighbors yard and the fabric book and how overjoyed I was when my mother, a woman wearing a long dress with pinstripes was holding the bear in front of me as I put the book down. It still brings tears to my eyes thinking about it.
What I remember from the other two....not as good.
Ill go with the 2nd oldest (1900s was the most recent i could remember)
I don't remeber how it happened or how we escaped, but I was in South carolina, and rushing two litle children to the river, it was cold and rainy and we were being chased at by the masters on their horses. a little boy and a little girl. Twins, and their baby brother, entrusted to me by their mother to get them up north. I talked with a friend of mine, and he was waiting to take them. We ran and I got them to the boat. They begged me to go with them. I told them I couldn't. I told them to promise me they would be good and take care of eachother. I shoved their boat off as the masters found me and tied me by my wrists. they rode off and dragged me along. I knew what was going to happen next. They beat me, trying to get information on the children. They had already been sold, and i stole them from their owners. I yelled all men are free. they threw me on one of the horses and tied up the noose. I remember the last thing I saw was the river and asked god to keep those children safe and in his blessed vision.
The oldest... Was in China. I remember a little of the childhood. a sakura tree and hearing my father come home, myself being around 8, and running to greet him, only to trip on the little bridge and fall into the Koi pond.
They laughed at me and got me some dry clothes. Next I remember sneaking my fathers papers, cutting my hair, and joining the chinese army. No one thought otherwise because I was butch anyway. I remeber training then a large snowy battle and stabbing a man.
After that, I was too afraid to remember anymore.
Josh said im too mature to be living at home. I was telling him about the various things going on and how my room has steadily smelled like pot because of my little brothers smoke feasts. The other night i got a hard contact high because somehow the stuff was coming through the floor.
Rachel just jumped on quick and dashed again. She got down there safely but apparently her bookbag got covered in water after a coolant leak, yikes.
So tommorow I have to clean the house and water Rays plants then Saturday, even though I would of liked to remember my older sister, ive been wrapped into cleaning my neighbors house. oh well. Another day in Paradise...
The one I left behind....7-27-87/5-17-04 MKF missing u..
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