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So i've been in Arizona the last few days..
remember my family is moving here to Phoenix because my mom's job got relocated..
this whole trip has just not been one of the more fun experiences I've had in a while..
just warning you now, i'm going to complain for a bit...
2 nights ago me and my dad took turns driving down.. we were supposed to leave thursday @ 1:00 in the afternoon and arrive around 1am in the morning.. at 1:00 my dad didn't even have the u-haul trailor yet. to make a long story short, we finally left town at 6PM.. I took the first shift driving, from 6:00PM till 12:00 midnight.. then I got pulled over by a cop somewhere in nye-county, for going 90mph on cruise-control with a u-haul trailor only rated for 45mph.. lol it has this huge thing in mirror writing on the back so every time u look in the review mirror u remember. Not that the trailors can't go 90mph perfectly safe, it's just so that if you roll the traior going that fast and die, u can't sue u-haul, because 'you shouldn't go over 45' .. yeah so my dad woke up, he was sleeping, and was like "I didn't even know this car would go 90." ... haha, you can go 90 in my mini-van, why couldn't you go 90 in a GMC Envoy? =D anyway, the cop really wanted to get home, so he let me off.. I mean, I was only going 20 over the speedlimit right? =D My dad accused me of having way to many guardian angels working overtime... ok, joking aside, i'm really prety grateful about that... Anyway, my dad then drove till about 5AM and I drove agin until 6:30AM when we hit phoenix.. Nice sunrise at least =) I got sweet pictures of the sunset and sunrise on my camera phone too... I had an unusually hard time sleeping in the car on the way in.. I think its cuz it stayed rediculously hot all night, and my dad has leather seats that get sticky when its hot.. bleh.. so we got here, and I instantly fell asleep, and then sat around for a day without furniture and got the computer and other stuff working that we brought in the u-haul.. I didn't realize how much you really do use a chair in a day.. So then after wasting away most of yesterday waiting for my dad to come back from this business meeting, we got food and rented a movie.. Miss Congeniality 2.. cute movie and all, but prety lame compaired to the first one (that was actually funny) ... glad I didnt' see it in the theaters.. Last night I slept on the floor in my clothes, using a towel as a pillow.. my dad had a fold down bed, my sister a sleeping bag.. usually I like the floor, but man that sucked.. maybe cuz I never got the hair-gel out of my hair because the water is so soft (there is a water softener in the garage) so some of it got in my eyes while I was sleeping and when I woke up, my eyes were swolen huge.. tried to take a shower, but the shower thing only halfway works, and so half the water keeps coming out of the spigot at the bottom, like taking a bath.. so after strugging with that for a long time, got out, movers showed up @ 8:30 this morning.. My dad had to take my sister to her skool for a freshman orientation thing.. She was supposed to be there at 8:30 also. My dad was also supposed to pick up my mom from the airport at 8:20.. My sister wasn't ready to leave until 8:40... My dad was freaking otu, and therefor my sister was freaking out, and I jst really don't like being around people who are always freaking out.. especially about really really dumb stuff.. ok, so if your pet dies, or you get in a car crash, or something crazy happens, its ok to freak out, its a normal response.. but just being at a constant 8 on the stress scale about normal everyday life.. I hate being around it, because then my family gets pissed at me for not also freaking out.. and I hate having people mad at me for not being as stressed and pissed off as they are, because they don't know how to deal with life, then leave it alone and have faith... I guess it doesn't usually bother me with other people, but things are always different with family... Like today, me and my sister were laying on the floor for lack of furniture, and being bored I was cutting shapes out of a box with my pocket-knife, and me and my sister kept throwing them at each other... and my mom comes flying in, in a fury, because we are messing up and making more work for everyone, and just messing up everyone's lives... ... ok... what? ... it took me and my sister less than a minute to pick it up.. and we were laying around because there was nothing else to do in an empty house.. anyway, thats out of chronological order.. So after my dad leaves and the movers show up with their huge semi-truck, I end up in charge of everything.. which was interesting.. and when my parents finally come home they all just go to sleep and sit around while I am incharge of moving everything .. ok thats completely fine with me, cuz they could use rest and stuff.. it just gets to me later on, when everything is done, and boxes are everywhere, my mom gets mad at me because now its time for them to start unloading stuff, and I am tired and want to sleep.. cuz.. surprise... I just drove 7.5 hours to get to phoenix, and havn't been able to sleep because I havn't even had a pillow or a sheet, and then moved everything into their house... and I don't want to unpack any of their stuff, cuz I can't do it right.. no seriously, no matter how I unpacked it, it wouldn't be right.. and none of it is my stuff, all my stuff is back in Reno, so I don't know how they want it, so its not like I could unpack my stuff and set it up.. I already set up the computers, and anything else that just required time... So then being not incredibly smart, instead of going to sleep like I wanted to, I called up and started talking to my friend... which wasn't smart cuz Its rare for me to be in pms moods, so I can be a real jerk when I am.... So I finally went and slept in my room, on my sisters bed (cuz my sister is keeping my bed cuz its a queen, and I am getting a new one back home.. Her bed is going to be an extra, its a twin) and woke up smelling like my sister, which really really freaked me out, cuz girls definently have their own smell just like guys, and they like to put their smell on guys who belong to them, it's like a territorial thing, except when u wake up smelling like your sister it just really freaks you out.. and so yeah, then I ended up eating a bunch of really horrible vegitarian pizza.. not that I have anything against vegitarian pizza.. just this one.. and yeah then it occured to me that I have been eating like an overly fat hippopotomus (nothing against hippo's either) without any exercise, just sitting around the house and driving and whatever.. cuz I mean, its 110 degrees outside, with 76 percent humidity ('monsoon season')... so freaked out about smelling like my sister, and feeling like a fat dumb pig who was earlier a jerk to one of his best friends, I just decided to go running... so I put on some running stuff and just left the house at like 7:30.. it was still about 105 degrees outside, in addition to the humidity, but since the streets in Phoenix are set up liek a grid and go on forever, I just found one and started running in one direction as fast as I could.. Actually, at the lower altitude, I was able to run like that for about 15 mins before I had to slow down and go to a regular run... it was great to just run... I hadn't been really seriously running since before I had gotten sick, like 3 weeks earlier.. And I remembered why I like to run myself into the ground at least once a week, and not so serious a few other times a week... It really regulates you and settles you down, and frees you up at the same time... Anyway, after running for 40 minutes, and nearly dying of heat-stroke.. but still extremely happy for just being able to get away from my family for a while... I came home and took a cold shower.. which was interesting because there really is no such thing as a 'cold shower' right now.. the water turned on as cold as it would go was still only about 70 degrees... which is really just below lukewarm.. But at least this house is like a giant refrigerator, the airconditioner on this thing could probably cool half of the Hilton back home.. haha.. It even kept the house cold with all the doors open with the movers moving things in and out.. I can't image the utility bill. Anyway, I called up my friend again and figured out everything really is ok.. And then caught up a bit on some myspace stuff... and yeah now i'm writing this... But I realized I havn't prayed much recently.. maybe its just all the time around my family, everything going on here has to somehow revolve around each other... I love my family a lot, and I am so blessed with them, but everyone is just hyper-critical of each other. No one in this family would purposely show the rest of the family a weakness or quirk or anything, because it would become the butt of every family not-very-jokingly-funny joke for the next month. You just have to smile a lot, and act stupidly happy, and complain about the indecency of anything not like us... And yeah, iono, I would just really rather spend time right now with people who arn't like me, but who don't care if they arn't like me, and even like the fact that we are all different and like different things and have different temperments and still just accept each other for that... It helped when I talked to a different friend on the phone, who is really different, but cool, and she promised to make me cookies when I get back... I love stuff like that.. I love to do stuff for other people because just giving myself away is part of who I am.. its even apart of my health, if I'm not able to help a certain amount in a month or something, I feel like not everything is right.. but maybe because I don't expect other people to do the same thing, it always just shocks me when people want to do that for me... I could really only count on two hands the number of people I know who go out of their way for that kind of stuff, out of the hundreds of people I know.. Most people its some sort of contract, where you scratch their back and they will scratch yours.. But its really cool to meet people who just do things for other people because thats what they do. =) Anyway, back to the praying thing.. I just havn't prayed much because I havn't had time to myself.. I think I have this schitzophrenic nature where I have to spend all my time with other people, but only after I spend time by myself with God, or else all the time I spend with other people just self-destructs...
So right now i'm just feeling at peace cuz I recently prayed, and recently ran for 40 mintes prety hard, and recently took a shower, and recently remembered how to just ignore my family in their crazyness and be calm even though they are freaking out, and my laptop is working well with its wireless card, and the whole combination is a good one... But I thought I might document today... just cuz.. Congrats if u read all that =)
remember my family is moving here to Phoenix because my mom's job got relocated..
this whole trip has just not been one of the more fun experiences I've had in a while..
just warning you now, i'm going to complain for a bit...
2 nights ago me and my dad took turns driving down.. we were supposed to leave thursday @ 1:00 in the afternoon and arrive around 1am in the morning.. at 1:00 my dad didn't even have the u-haul trailor yet. to make a long story short, we finally left town at 6PM.. I took the first shift driving, from 6:00PM till 12:00 midnight.. then I got pulled over by a cop somewhere in nye-county, for going 90mph on cruise-control with a u-haul trailor only rated for 45mph.. lol it has this huge thing in mirror writing on the back so every time u look in the review mirror u remember. Not that the trailors can't go 90mph perfectly safe, it's just so that if you roll the traior going that fast and die, u can't sue u-haul, because 'you shouldn't go over 45' .. yeah so my dad woke up, he was sleeping, and was like "I didn't even know this car would go 90." ... haha, you can go 90 in my mini-van, why couldn't you go 90 in a GMC Envoy? =D anyway, the cop really wanted to get home, so he let me off.. I mean, I was only going 20 over the speedlimit right? =D My dad accused me of having way to many guardian angels working overtime... ok, joking aside, i'm really prety grateful about that... Anyway, my dad then drove till about 5AM and I drove agin until 6:30AM when we hit phoenix.. Nice sunrise at least =) I got sweet pictures of the sunset and sunrise on my camera phone too... I had an unusually hard time sleeping in the car on the way in.. I think its cuz it stayed rediculously hot all night, and my dad has leather seats that get sticky when its hot.. bleh.. so we got here, and I instantly fell asleep, and then sat around for a day without furniture and got the computer and other stuff working that we brought in the u-haul.. I didn't realize how much you really do use a chair in a day.. So then after wasting away most of yesterday waiting for my dad to come back from this business meeting, we got food and rented a movie.. Miss Congeniality 2.. cute movie and all, but prety lame compaired to the first one (that was actually funny) ... glad I didnt' see it in the theaters.. Last night I slept on the floor in my clothes, using a towel as a pillow.. my dad had a fold down bed, my sister a sleeping bag.. usually I like the floor, but man that sucked.. maybe cuz I never got the hair-gel out of my hair because the water is so soft (there is a water softener in the garage) so some of it got in my eyes while I was sleeping and when I woke up, my eyes were swolen huge.. tried to take a shower, but the shower thing only halfway works, and so half the water keeps coming out of the spigot at the bottom, like taking a bath.. so after strugging with that for a long time, got out, movers showed up @ 8:30 this morning.. My dad had to take my sister to her skool for a freshman orientation thing.. She was supposed to be there at 8:30 also. My dad was also supposed to pick up my mom from the airport at 8:20.. My sister wasn't ready to leave until 8:40... My dad was freaking otu, and therefor my sister was freaking out, and I jst really don't like being around people who are always freaking out.. especially about really really dumb stuff.. ok, so if your pet dies, or you get in a car crash, or something crazy happens, its ok to freak out, its a normal response.. but just being at a constant 8 on the stress scale about normal everyday life.. I hate being around it, because then my family gets pissed at me for not also freaking out.. and I hate having people mad at me for not being as stressed and pissed off as they are, because they don't know how to deal with life, then leave it alone and have faith... I guess it doesn't usually bother me with other people, but things are always different with family... Like today, me and my sister were laying on the floor for lack of furniture, and being bored I was cutting shapes out of a box with my pocket-knife, and me and my sister kept throwing them at each other... and my mom comes flying in, in a fury, because we are messing up and making more work for everyone, and just messing up everyone's lives... ... ok... what? ... it took me and my sister less than a minute to pick it up.. and we were laying around because there was nothing else to do in an empty house.. anyway, thats out of chronological order.. So after my dad leaves and the movers show up with their huge semi-truck, I end up in charge of everything.. which was interesting.. and when my parents finally come home they all just go to sleep and sit around while I am incharge of moving everything .. ok thats completely fine with me, cuz they could use rest and stuff.. it just gets to me later on, when everything is done, and boxes are everywhere, my mom gets mad at me because now its time for them to start unloading stuff, and I am tired and want to sleep.. cuz.. surprise... I just drove 7.5 hours to get to phoenix, and havn't been able to sleep because I havn't even had a pillow or a sheet, and then moved everything into their house... and I don't want to unpack any of their stuff, cuz I can't do it right.. no seriously, no matter how I unpacked it, it wouldn't be right.. and none of it is my stuff, all my stuff is back in Reno, so I don't know how they want it, so its not like I could unpack my stuff and set it up.. I already set up the computers, and anything else that just required time... So then being not incredibly smart, instead of going to sleep like I wanted to, I called up and started talking to my friend... which wasn't smart cuz Its rare for me to be in pms moods, so I can be a real jerk when I am.... So I finally went and slept in my room, on my sisters bed (cuz my sister is keeping my bed cuz its a queen, and I am getting a new one back home.. Her bed is going to be an extra, its a twin) and woke up smelling like my sister, which really really freaked me out, cuz girls definently have their own smell just like guys, and they like to put their smell on guys who belong to them, it's like a territorial thing, except when u wake up smelling like your sister it just really freaks you out.. and so yeah, then I ended up eating a bunch of really horrible vegitarian pizza.. not that I have anything against vegitarian pizza.. just this one.. and yeah then it occured to me that I have been eating like an overly fat hippopotomus (nothing against hippo's either) without any exercise, just sitting around the house and driving and whatever.. cuz I mean, its 110 degrees outside, with 76 percent humidity ('monsoon season')... so freaked out about smelling like my sister, and feeling like a fat dumb pig who was earlier a jerk to one of his best friends, I just decided to go running... so I put on some running stuff and just left the house at like 7:30.. it was still about 105 degrees outside, in addition to the humidity, but since the streets in Phoenix are set up liek a grid and go on forever, I just found one and started running in one direction as fast as I could.. Actually, at the lower altitude, I was able to run like that for about 15 mins before I had to slow down and go to a regular run... it was great to just run... I hadn't been really seriously running since before I had gotten sick, like 3 weeks earlier.. And I remembered why I like to run myself into the ground at least once a week, and not so serious a few other times a week... It really regulates you and settles you down, and frees you up at the same time... Anyway, after running for 40 minutes, and nearly dying of heat-stroke.. but still extremely happy for just being able to get away from my family for a while... I came home and took a cold shower.. which was interesting because there really is no such thing as a 'cold shower' right now.. the water turned on as cold as it would go was still only about 70 degrees... which is really just below lukewarm.. But at least this house is like a giant refrigerator, the airconditioner on this thing could probably cool half of the Hilton back home.. haha.. It even kept the house cold with all the doors open with the movers moving things in and out.. I can't image the utility bill. Anyway, I called up my friend again and figured out everything really is ok.. And then caught up a bit on some myspace stuff... and yeah now i'm writing this... But I realized I havn't prayed much recently.. maybe its just all the time around my family, everything going on here has to somehow revolve around each other... I love my family a lot, and I am so blessed with them, but everyone is just hyper-critical of each other. No one in this family would purposely show the rest of the family a weakness or quirk or anything, because it would become the butt of every family not-very-jokingly-funny joke for the next month. You just have to smile a lot, and act stupidly happy, and complain about the indecency of anything not like us... And yeah, iono, I would just really rather spend time right now with people who arn't like me, but who don't care if they arn't like me, and even like the fact that we are all different and like different things and have different temperments and still just accept each other for that... It helped when I talked to a different friend on the phone, who is really different, but cool, and she promised to make me cookies when I get back... I love stuff like that.. I love to do stuff for other people because just giving myself away is part of who I am.. its even apart of my health, if I'm not able to help a certain amount in a month or something, I feel like not everything is right.. but maybe because I don't expect other people to do the same thing, it always just shocks me when people want to do that for me... I could really only count on two hands the number of people I know who go out of their way for that kind of stuff, out of the hundreds of people I know.. Most people its some sort of contract, where you scratch their back and they will scratch yours.. But its really cool to meet people who just do things for other people because thats what they do. =) Anyway, back to the praying thing.. I just havn't prayed much because I havn't had time to myself.. I think I have this schitzophrenic nature where I have to spend all my time with other people, but only after I spend time by myself with God, or else all the time I spend with other people just self-destructs...
So right now i'm just feeling at peace cuz I recently prayed, and recently ran for 40 mintes prety hard, and recently took a shower, and recently remembered how to just ignore my family in their crazyness and be calm even though they are freaking out, and my laptop is working well with its wireless card, and the whole combination is a good one... But I thought I might document today... just cuz.. Congrats if u read all that =)