listen to your heart
This is gonna be a long one. I mean, I do have a week's worth of stuff to write about.
Wednesday morning Mrs. T. picked Ange and me up around 11, andw e went to hometown. We walked around while, and made fun of some of the crazy things thery were selling, and the even crazier people buying them. We saw a phone case stand, so Ange handed the guy her phone and asked if he had anything. He had pretty shiney purple and pink cases, so Ange got the purple one, and I got the pink. However, we started walkign away, and I opend my case, and there were orange glue spots all over it. It was pretty gross. So I went back to the stand to exchange it, but all he had left was purple. So Ange and I have the same cases, but it's pretty so whatever. I got a pair of "cros" for $4 to use as shower shoes and slippers. And we found big lighters that look like matches for my grandma (she has 1 that she loves...she's a bit of a pyro lol.) Ange bout wasabi peas, and I was almost drooling over the fudge. I didn' want to buy it because it's so bad for me, but we ended up getting it anyway. And Ange bought socks and eggplant, so she was happy. I got my mascar at the avon stand, and I also got a tube of undereye circle lightener, because my bags were getting very dark. It seems to be working, so I'm glad. Otherwse, it would have been a waste of $10.
We came home, and just after we got in the door, Sue and her kids arrived. Ange and I put up the new shower curtains just to avoid talking to them for a while. Mom got mad at us for being anti-social, and it was ridiculous. Adam is like 18, and Sara's like 10ish, and we're supposed to enterain them? They're not our friends, Sue's not even our friend, they was no reason for us to try to occupy them. I told mom that'd be like me telling her it's rude that she doesn't sleep on the floor and hang out with us the whole night when Kelly comes over. She's not Kelly's friend; she's not expected to hang out with her. She was like no that's not the samea t all, and Ange , me and Aunt Maty were like um yeah it really is. Ron came with Hunter a few minutes later, so I played with Hunter most of the ngiht. Hey, I was still being social. We ate with them all, and then Hunter wanted to play computer games, so I tried to figure that out. It was the most retarded game ever. Sarah started playing so I sat on the futon with Adam and watched brig it on for a few minutes before Ange came downstairs and saved me. We went to wal-mart and acmoore, and we wasted like over an hour there. Sicne it was Wednesday, it was Applebee's night for Ange's friends. I've been invited to go before, but I never did because I thought it'd be too weird, but seeing as I was desperate to get out of the house, I went. It really wasn't too weird after all. I talked to Ange, Sara, Nikki, and Andrew mostly. Her Andrew is so much like my Andrew, it wasn't hard to talk to him at all. And I know Sara and Nikki so it was cool. Ange and I ordered a brownie thing to split, and the aweosme waitress had them put a double serving on the plate and only charged us normal price. (the waitress knows them from beign there all wekk all summer, and she's pretty much part of the crew) Kiki was there too, and we talked a bit about guard and how she was proud Bobby quit. She told me what happened when she left too, and it was pretty funny.
All-in all, Wednesday was pretty much my last night of hanging out with my sister until next summer. She'll be home form band camp on Sunday, but then she leaves again for school on Thursday. I hate when she goes back; it's like I'm not only losing my sister but also one of my best friends.
Thursday Mom and I went shopping. I was getting depressed at first, because I couldn't find jeans that fit, but then we went to Deb. I got 2 pairs of jeans, and one Happy Bunny polo shirt. There was a semi-formal dress on the sale rack for $3 in almost Ange's size, so Mom just bought it for her. My shirt had 2 tags on it for some reason, and the moron cashier scanned both of them. We were over-charged liek $11, so we had to go back to clear it up. Mom and Dad went out after supper, so I had time to pack and sing.
Friday I got up around8, showered, finished packing, and then we left. We got Burger Kind for breakfast, and for some reason, it was super good. It took about 5 hours to get to Alexandria Bay, and Dad started bitchign as soon as we got there. It was too "touristy" for his taste, he didn't want to eat in an expensive place, he didn't want to go on a boat tour with a bunch of people... He was just being his nomral whiney self. We did stay for a while, and we did go on a boat tour of the 1000 island region. While we were in line, Dad got a call that cousin Ricky's father in-law died, and he asked if Dad could take Uncle Slim down to the funeral Monday. I was texting Em K, and we were making fun of the skanks in line behind me, and she wasn't even there. Then we decided to write a screen play about them and an emo drowning. It was some pretty funny shit. The boat was over a 1/2 late when we finally left the dock, but it was worth the wait. It was so pretty out there, and I love boat rides. The tour was about an hour long, and it was the perfect length - not too long and not too short. After the tour, we drove to Clayton, and it brought back memories for my dad; it made his whole trip. I guess him and my mom were there once before with my Nana and Poppop, so he was just thrilled to be there again. Then we drove towards Tibbets Point to the first lighthouse. I think it was also my favorite, because we were there at just about sunset, and it was an incredible sight. We drove to Oswego for dinner, and ate at a rib place. It was such a cool place. The BBG sauace and ketchup were all in bottles in a corona case on the table, and it wasn't a total smokehouse. It was kind like smokey bones meets cracker barrell. The food was delecious, and there was only 1 other family in the dining room ( as opposed to the bar which was on the other side). My family doesn't like people too much, so it was great. We were going to ask the rate in at the hotel right in town, but through the windows, we saw chandeliers in every room. That was way too swanky for us. So we had to drive into WAtertown to find a hotel. We stayed at Day's Inn, and the rom was so nice. There was an iron with a full ironing board (not like we needed it), a desk attatched to drawers, and whole wardrobe cabinet (I fit in it!), bit window, air conditioner, spacious bathroom, TV, mini-fridge, microwave, coffee pot, and even wireless internet. I was glad that there were 3 sets of towels already in the bathroom, so we didn't have to go down to the front desk to ask for more. We found enough outlets to plug in Mom's batteries, my camera, and my mp3 player for the next day. I had a hard time getting comfortable in the bed, and in the mornign my back really hurt.
Saturday we all got up around 8, and we were check out by 10. We were going to go to Bob Evans for breakfast, but the line was so long that we barely walked in the doors before we turned around. We drove back into Oswego to see if there was anything to do there, andw e stopped in a quaint little gift shop. They had a shop cat walking around, named Marbels, and it reminded me of my kitties. The lady there also told us that the lighthouse is pretty much impossible to see, so we walked through the battle field to take pictures, then headed out of town.. We stopped at a local cafe type of place for brunch. The walls were encircled by a shelf at about shoulder height, and it had little lighthouse figures on it. There were larger shelves above the windows that had larger lighthosues on them. It was a nice, cozy atmosphere. The food was great too. I had french toast. =) We drove past a private lgihtohuse, and Dad took pictures from the road. I saw a "vintage shop," so we went to look around, but it was a huge disappointmet. It was not a vintage shop at all, more like someone's large scale garage sale. The next lighthouse we went to was also private, and there were signs all around it that said lightohuse for sale. It was my least favorite because it was just a house with the box on it. The lighthouses I Like are the tall cylindrical ones. The next one was also disappointing,b ecause the spot you could see it fromw as about a mile away. The actual lighthouse was out on an island, that you could only access by foot. With my mom's arthritus and my dad's bad knees, there was no way we were walking that long path out to it. Finally, we got to Sodus point. It was the most beautiful location. Lake Ontario was so wide and long at that point, you could not see land on any side of it. Almost ocean-like. They were setting up for a wedding in the backyard of the lighthouse, and I couldn't help but think how romantic it was. Then, of course, I got sad because I am alone. This was the only lighthouse we were actually allowed to go to the top of the tower. The view was gorgeous! There was another lighthouse in the dtstance, too. We stopped at a Ponderosa for supper, because my dad seemed to really miss having one by us. I was afraid there wouldn't be anything I liked there, but I made mom dribve there anway. I got fried shrimp, along with the buffet. It was very filling, and really good too. I think we were all glad we stopped there. Our waiter would have been really hot too, if he didn't have that gay line of facial hair all around. I hate that. Either grow a beard, or shave it all, but don't leave that little line. Theere was a creepy old guy across the resturaunt who kept staring and winking at me, too, and I was like AHHHHHHHHH! I'm not sure how long the drive home was; I slept most of the way. We got home around 9, and unpacked and petted my cats and everything.
Sunday it was so hard to get up for church. I didn't want to get out of bed, but I knew I had to. Mom and I went to see the World Trade Center movie that afternoon, and if anyone can see that movie with a dry eye the entire time, there is something wrong with them. It was the quiestest movies I was ever in, including the passion. At the end of the movie, everyone left the thearter in complete silence. The effects in it were incredible, as was the whole "wow factor." I deffinately reccommend going to see it, but be prepared to cry. We went to Aunt Mary's house right after to pick our hockey games for this season. It took like an hour for us to decide, but I'm happy with our schedule. We have about one per month, and they're all spaced out pretty well too. Aunt Mary showed us all her stuff she had packed for vacation too. She left Monday and will be home Friday. I hope she has a good time; it sound really nice.
Monday was the funeral down in Bethlehem. We picked up Grandpop and Uncle Slim around 8:30, and boy as it a long ride (even though it was only an hour and a half). We got a bit lost when we actually got into town, but we found the church after asking for directions. We found Ricky and Stacey, and Stacey's whole family seemewd surprisingly okay with it all. It was a Lutheran service, so they sang every verse to every song. The Revrend's homily was structured oddly, but his message was good. He knew Stacey's dad growing up and from being Revrends together, so it was truely from his heart. He even started crying at some points. Anyway, it was structured like a 5 paragraph esssay (the kind us public school kids are taught to write just about everything in for PSSAs). I didn't really flow, and it sounded like he was just reading an essay. Especailyl when, at the edn, he repeated his thesis and blueprint. It just sounded awkward. Then Stacey's Dad's best friend gave a eulogy after the homily. It was very sad. I didn't even know the man, and I wanted to cry. When we sang eagle's wings, I tohught my ears were going to bleed. My grandpa, dad, and uncle sang it SO LOUD, I was embarassed. Like there is no way the entire church didn't distinctly hear their voices. The service after church at the cemetaty was very shot, sweet, and to the point. The place where the dinner was at was very far away from the cemeary, but it was worth it. The food was so good, and the place was stunning. I thought it was a bit swanky for a funeral, actually, but I guess I would. The last funeral dinner I was at was my grandpa's and that was in Highland Falls's fire hall - not exactly the fanciest place ever. Of course Uncle Slim had to ask for beer, and Ricky got them to open the bar for him. Even the bathroom was fancy. Like there was an entire living room when you walked in and then you went in a different room for the bathroom. I told my dad and he was like, "Why do women's rooms always have couches in places like this? We never get couches." Grandpop talked the entire way there, and the entire way home. I don't know how can he possibly talk non-stop like that.
The outdoor mass was last night, so I went with Kellie just because it's tradition to go. Somehow, Kellie, Gabby, and I ended up being first in line for the food. It was great! Instead of trying to get a table, we just sat on the parking lot steps and ate. We talked a lot about old times at SHS, and how it's weird that we're going to be Juniors. SHS is still such a big part of me. Like a lot of y life has been shaped by what I did when I was there, and what my friends did. We have so many good memories, and I was practically in tears frm laughing at everything. My SHS kids are the closest people to me in the world. Like I've known Kelly and Mike since preschool, Andrew since kindergarten, and Kellie since 6th grade, adn we're still so close. I know they're gonna be with me the rest of my life, even if it's just by sending Christmas cards, but that's all that counts. Andrew and I talked about a lot of the same thngs when he was online last ngiht, and we decide we want to build a time machiene and go back to first and 4th grade for a few days, and 7th and 8th grade in thier entirity. High school just hit us too fast.
Today I wasted the day by playing sims, pretty much all day. Mom had very bad pains in her stomach; the doctor said it was from the acid in the tomato she ate last ngiht, but tomatos never caused her pain before or after the surgery. I hope she'll be okay. I had a voice leson, and Ron said he thinks I'm in good shape for districts. If I sing like I do when he sings with me, he said I sould be fine. I just need to keep my nerves under control, because i spazz when i sing in front of people. He gave me a new song to work on, too, so I don't go crazy with "Holy Radiant Light." This one is "Listen to Your Heart." and I think i'm really going to like it. The notes are relatively low, and there's a lot of movement. It seems like a fun sad song to sign, if that makes sense.
My fingers hurt so much, I think I just got carpel tunnel from this update. Oops.
Wednesday morning Mrs. T. picked Ange and me up around 11, andw e went to hometown. We walked around while, and made fun of some of the crazy things thery were selling, and the even crazier people buying them. We saw a phone case stand, so Ange handed the guy her phone and asked if he had anything. He had pretty shiney purple and pink cases, so Ange got the purple one, and I got the pink. However, we started walkign away, and I opend my case, and there were orange glue spots all over it. It was pretty gross. So I went back to the stand to exchange it, but all he had left was purple. So Ange and I have the same cases, but it's pretty so whatever. I got a pair of "cros" for $4 to use as shower shoes and slippers. And we found big lighters that look like matches for my grandma (she has 1 that she loves...she's a bit of a pyro lol.) Ange bout wasabi peas, and I was almost drooling over the fudge. I didn' want to buy it because it's so bad for me, but we ended up getting it anyway. And Ange bought socks and eggplant, so she was happy. I got my mascar at the avon stand, and I also got a tube of undereye circle lightener, because my bags were getting very dark. It seems to be working, so I'm glad. Otherwse, it would have been a waste of $10.
We came home, and just after we got in the door, Sue and her kids arrived. Ange and I put up the new shower curtains just to avoid talking to them for a while. Mom got mad at us for being anti-social, and it was ridiculous. Adam is like 18, and Sara's like 10ish, and we're supposed to enterain them? They're not our friends, Sue's not even our friend, they was no reason for us to try to occupy them. I told mom that'd be like me telling her it's rude that she doesn't sleep on the floor and hang out with us the whole night when Kelly comes over. She's not Kelly's friend; she's not expected to hang out with her. She was like no that's not the samea t all, and Ange , me and Aunt Maty were like um yeah it really is. Ron came with Hunter a few minutes later, so I played with Hunter most of the ngiht. Hey, I was still being social. We ate with them all, and then Hunter wanted to play computer games, so I tried to figure that out. It was the most retarded game ever. Sarah started playing so I sat on the futon with Adam and watched brig it on for a few minutes before Ange came downstairs and saved me. We went to wal-mart and acmoore, and we wasted like over an hour there. Sicne it was Wednesday, it was Applebee's night for Ange's friends. I've been invited to go before, but I never did because I thought it'd be too weird, but seeing as I was desperate to get out of the house, I went. It really wasn't too weird after all. I talked to Ange, Sara, Nikki, and Andrew mostly. Her Andrew is so much like my Andrew, it wasn't hard to talk to him at all. And I know Sara and Nikki so it was cool. Ange and I ordered a brownie thing to split, and the aweosme waitress had them put a double serving on the plate and only charged us normal price. (the waitress knows them from beign there all wekk all summer, and she's pretty much part of the crew) Kiki was there too, and we talked a bit about guard and how she was proud Bobby quit. She told me what happened when she left too, and it was pretty funny.
All-in all, Wednesday was pretty much my last night of hanging out with my sister until next summer. She'll be home form band camp on Sunday, but then she leaves again for school on Thursday. I hate when she goes back; it's like I'm not only losing my sister but also one of my best friends.
Thursday Mom and I went shopping. I was getting depressed at first, because I couldn't find jeans that fit, but then we went to Deb. I got 2 pairs of jeans, and one Happy Bunny polo shirt. There was a semi-formal dress on the sale rack for $3 in almost Ange's size, so Mom just bought it for her. My shirt had 2 tags on it for some reason, and the moron cashier scanned both of them. We were over-charged liek $11, so we had to go back to clear it up. Mom and Dad went out after supper, so I had time to pack and sing.
Friday I got up around8, showered, finished packing, and then we left. We got Burger Kind for breakfast, and for some reason, it was super good. It took about 5 hours to get to Alexandria Bay, and Dad started bitchign as soon as we got there. It was too "touristy" for his taste, he didn't want to eat in an expensive place, he didn't want to go on a boat tour with a bunch of people... He was just being his nomral whiney self. We did stay for a while, and we did go on a boat tour of the 1000 island region. While we were in line, Dad got a call that cousin Ricky's father in-law died, and he asked if Dad could take Uncle Slim down to the funeral Monday. I was texting Em K, and we were making fun of the skanks in line behind me, and she wasn't even there. Then we decided to write a screen play about them and an emo drowning. It was some pretty funny shit. The boat was over a 1/2 late when we finally left the dock, but it was worth the wait. It was so pretty out there, and I love boat rides. The tour was about an hour long, and it was the perfect length - not too long and not too short. After the tour, we drove to Clayton, and it brought back memories for my dad; it made his whole trip. I guess him and my mom were there once before with my Nana and Poppop, so he was just thrilled to be there again. Then we drove towards Tibbets Point to the first lighthouse. I think it was also my favorite, because we were there at just about sunset, and it was an incredible sight. We drove to Oswego for dinner, and ate at a rib place. It was such a cool place. The BBG sauace and ketchup were all in bottles in a corona case on the table, and it wasn't a total smokehouse. It was kind like smokey bones meets cracker barrell. The food was delecious, and there was only 1 other family in the dining room ( as opposed to the bar which was on the other side). My family doesn't like people too much, so it was great. We were going to ask the rate in at the hotel right in town, but through the windows, we saw chandeliers in every room. That was way too swanky for us. So we had to drive into WAtertown to find a hotel. We stayed at Day's Inn, and the rom was so nice. There was an iron with a full ironing board (not like we needed it), a desk attatched to drawers, and whole wardrobe cabinet (I fit in it!), bit window, air conditioner, spacious bathroom, TV, mini-fridge, microwave, coffee pot, and even wireless internet. I was glad that there were 3 sets of towels already in the bathroom, so we didn't have to go down to the front desk to ask for more. We found enough outlets to plug in Mom's batteries, my camera, and my mp3 player for the next day. I had a hard time getting comfortable in the bed, and in the mornign my back really hurt.
Saturday we all got up around 8, and we were check out by 10. We were going to go to Bob Evans for breakfast, but the line was so long that we barely walked in the doors before we turned around. We drove back into Oswego to see if there was anything to do there, andw e stopped in a quaint little gift shop. They had a shop cat walking around, named Marbels, and it reminded me of my kitties. The lady there also told us that the lighthouse is pretty much impossible to see, so we walked through the battle field to take pictures, then headed out of town.. We stopped at a local cafe type of place for brunch. The walls were encircled by a shelf at about shoulder height, and it had little lighthouse figures on it. There were larger shelves above the windows that had larger lighthosues on them. It was a nice, cozy atmosphere. The food was great too. I had french toast. =) We drove past a private lgihtohuse, and Dad took pictures from the road. I saw a "vintage shop," so we went to look around, but it was a huge disappointmet. It was not a vintage shop at all, more like someone's large scale garage sale. The next lighthouse we went to was also private, and there were signs all around it that said lightohuse for sale. It was my least favorite because it was just a house with the box on it. The lighthouses I Like are the tall cylindrical ones. The next one was also disappointing,b ecause the spot you could see it fromw as about a mile away. The actual lighthouse was out on an island, that you could only access by foot. With my mom's arthritus and my dad's bad knees, there was no way we were walking that long path out to it. Finally, we got to Sodus point. It was the most beautiful location. Lake Ontario was so wide and long at that point, you could not see land on any side of it. Almost ocean-like. They were setting up for a wedding in the backyard of the lighthouse, and I couldn't help but think how romantic it was. Then, of course, I got sad because I am alone. This was the only lighthouse we were actually allowed to go to the top of the tower. The view was gorgeous! There was another lighthouse in the dtstance, too. We stopped at a Ponderosa for supper, because my dad seemed to really miss having one by us. I was afraid there wouldn't be anything I liked there, but I made mom dribve there anway. I got fried shrimp, along with the buffet. It was very filling, and really good too. I think we were all glad we stopped there. Our waiter would have been really hot too, if he didn't have that gay line of facial hair all around. I hate that. Either grow a beard, or shave it all, but don't leave that little line. Theere was a creepy old guy across the resturaunt who kept staring and winking at me, too, and I was like AHHHHHHHHH! I'm not sure how long the drive home was; I slept most of the way. We got home around 9, and unpacked and petted my cats and everything.
Sunday it was so hard to get up for church. I didn't want to get out of bed, but I knew I had to. Mom and I went to see the World Trade Center movie that afternoon, and if anyone can see that movie with a dry eye the entire time, there is something wrong with them. It was the quiestest movies I was ever in, including the passion. At the end of the movie, everyone left the thearter in complete silence. The effects in it were incredible, as was the whole "wow factor." I deffinately reccommend going to see it, but be prepared to cry. We went to Aunt Mary's house right after to pick our hockey games for this season. It took like an hour for us to decide, but I'm happy with our schedule. We have about one per month, and they're all spaced out pretty well too. Aunt Mary showed us all her stuff she had packed for vacation too. She left Monday and will be home Friday. I hope she has a good time; it sound really nice.
Monday was the funeral down in Bethlehem. We picked up Grandpop and Uncle Slim around 8:30, and boy as it a long ride (even though it was only an hour and a half). We got a bit lost when we actually got into town, but we found the church after asking for directions. We found Ricky and Stacey, and Stacey's whole family seemewd surprisingly okay with it all. It was a Lutheran service, so they sang every verse to every song. The Revrend's homily was structured oddly, but his message was good. He knew Stacey's dad growing up and from being Revrends together, so it was truely from his heart. He even started crying at some points. Anyway, it was structured like a 5 paragraph esssay (the kind us public school kids are taught to write just about everything in for PSSAs). I didn't really flow, and it sounded like he was just reading an essay. Especailyl when, at the edn, he repeated his thesis and blueprint. It just sounded awkward. Then Stacey's Dad's best friend gave a eulogy after the homily. It was very sad. I didn't even know the man, and I wanted to cry. When we sang eagle's wings, I tohught my ears were going to bleed. My grandpa, dad, and uncle sang it SO LOUD, I was embarassed. Like there is no way the entire church didn't distinctly hear their voices. The service after church at the cemetaty was very shot, sweet, and to the point. The place where the dinner was at was very far away from the cemeary, but it was worth it. The food was so good, and the place was stunning. I thought it was a bit swanky for a funeral, actually, but I guess I would. The last funeral dinner I was at was my grandpa's and that was in Highland Falls's fire hall - not exactly the fanciest place ever. Of course Uncle Slim had to ask for beer, and Ricky got them to open the bar for him. Even the bathroom was fancy. Like there was an entire living room when you walked in and then you went in a different room for the bathroom. I told my dad and he was like, "Why do women's rooms always have couches in places like this? We never get couches." Grandpop talked the entire way there, and the entire way home. I don't know how can he possibly talk non-stop like that.
The outdoor mass was last night, so I went with Kellie just because it's tradition to go. Somehow, Kellie, Gabby, and I ended up being first in line for the food. It was great! Instead of trying to get a table, we just sat on the parking lot steps and ate. We talked a lot about old times at SHS, and how it's weird that we're going to be Juniors. SHS is still such a big part of me. Like a lot of y life has been shaped by what I did when I was there, and what my friends did. We have so many good memories, and I was practically in tears frm laughing at everything. My SHS kids are the closest people to me in the world. Like I've known Kelly and Mike since preschool, Andrew since kindergarten, and Kellie since 6th grade, adn we're still so close. I know they're gonna be with me the rest of my life, even if it's just by sending Christmas cards, but that's all that counts. Andrew and I talked about a lot of the same thngs when he was online last ngiht, and we decide we want to build a time machiene and go back to first and 4th grade for a few days, and 7th and 8th grade in thier entirity. High school just hit us too fast.
Today I wasted the day by playing sims, pretty much all day. Mom had very bad pains in her stomach; the doctor said it was from the acid in the tomato she ate last ngiht, but tomatos never caused her pain before or after the surgery. I hope she'll be okay. I had a voice leson, and Ron said he thinks I'm in good shape for districts. If I sing like I do when he sings with me, he said I sould be fine. I just need to keep my nerves under control, because i spazz when i sing in front of people. He gave me a new song to work on, too, so I don't go crazy with "Holy Radiant Light." This one is "Listen to Your Heart." and I think i'm really going to like it. The notes are relatively low, and there's a lot of movement. It seems like a fun sad song to sign, if that makes sense.
My fingers hurt so much, I think I just got carpel tunnel from this update. Oops.