a scooter adventure, and stuff
After posting a couple of cryptic depression entries late last night and deleting them, I decided I'd be better off just going to bed early, getting up and getting out on probably one of the last days where I'll be able to go outside without a jacket, and then writing in my LiveJournal. I didn't want to start this account with an entry embodying the feeling of the last one that I was desperately trying to shake.
Apparently that was a good plan, because right now I feel quite good, and my brain doesn't feel too cloudy to write. *claps*
I took my scooter for a ride and enjoyed the wonderful smell of the air, the beautiful sunshine, the things I'd been missing holed up in my bedroom for the past several days like a weiner. I drove to the plaza where Kmart is, stopped and got a haircut (nothing major, I'm trying to grow it out, but ooh it looks cute and was so soft afterwards!), then went into Kmart.
A girl sitting at a desk right inside the door spotted me as an easy target and ushered me over to her post to fill out an entry to win a free Kmart gift card or something, then not-so-stealthily tried to con me into a ten-week subscription to the Syracuse newspaper for ten bucks. I declined. Just what I need, more shit delivered to my door to read. She pointed out the Scarab Body Arts sticker on the front of my scooter and was asking me if I knew anyone there. I told her I knew John... apparently she went to school with him. She talked to me for a few minutes about stretching her ears, and the awesome plugs she's seen, and asked how I knew John. I was just like, "uhh, well, I've been to the shop before..." All of my piercings are either hidden or removed or innocuous now, and I was dressed like a major dork in an American flag "FULTON" shirt, so I don't really look like a piercing shop patron and I get kind of embarrassed by that lately, for some reason. Haha. But, yeah, she was convincing me to stretch my earlobes (something I've been thinking about for a while now - though I'd rather have them scalpelled! I'm impatient and masochistic!) and overall seemed pretty cool. I should've asked for her name so I could tell John about it the next time I go in there. If ever. :P
Sooo, I bought some shit I'd been meaning to for over a week now while I was there, including a new toilet seat for our upstairs bathroom. The one that's up there now has been there all 22 years of my existence and is getting rather yellowed, and also has some kind of... I don't know, a colony of microscopic mold spores or something on it, and it was in my opinion decidedly gag-inducing. But because it's not rotten to the core, or whatever her criteria are, my mom plans to keep using it and tonight was complaining (and getting pretty pissed) about people trying to get rid of her "old things that still work". I personally don't see what the problem is. I didn't spend her money, and our toilet will now look a lot less unsanitary. She was just in one of her moods, I guess. One of those moods that makes me want to move out. Ha.
Kmart didn't have this highlighting kit I've had Alicia use on my hair before with fantastic results, so I ended up going to Rite Aid after I came back into town and made my mandatory excursion through the cemetery. (Too many cars in there, though, so it was a short one; I like it when it's empty, so I can ride up and down the hills at my leisure and sing my little heart out.) Megan was out back of Wendy's on a smoke break, apparently--I saw her holding a cigarette in my rear view mirror at one point, but I think she was trying to hide it from me--bad Megan! Ha, not that I care. Smoking is sexy. But yeah. She screamed out to me, then abruptly said she had to go and that she'd talk to me online. So I went on my merry way into Rite Aid and was disappointed there as well. :(
However! Eckerd had the highlighting kit. Imagine that--I didn't even have to go further than down the street to find it. Oh well. I also saw Mrs. MacEwen in there, the aide I had when I was in elementary school. That was kind of weird. I was bending down to get the hairdye, and kind of noticed this woman watching me through my peripheral vision. I scooted past her and she said something and I realized who it was. She's totally blonde now! And is dressing like an old lady and seems to have lost weight! Crazy. The thing I remember most about her was her always asking me if I "felt crappy" when I would ask to go to the nurse, and me being slightly weirded out that she'd use the word "crappy" in school. Haha. She was nice. I think if I'd have had her through junior high and high school, I may not have had all the stupid issues with that whole aide situation that I had. Or maybe not. It was mostly about asserting my independence, after all.
Tomorrow is the auction of the house next door. You can see some pictures of it here, if you're so inclined. (There are a bunch.) My house is visible in the background of this picture. The smaller window, to the right of that little pipe thing, on the green house (mine)? That's one of my bedroom windows! Teehee!
I showed my mom the pictures several days ago, and we were talking about how this chair looks like the Shroud of Turin or something. Seriously. There's a head print, what looks like shoulders, "shadows" on the armrests... it is kind of creepy.
Anyway, yeah, that's the big excitement in our neighborhood. I'm going to try to be up and decent tomorrow so I can see what happens, and maybe try to get a few of the books I remember leafing through when I was young and my mom and I used to go over there to visit Carol.
Right now, it's time to pop a melatonin and hit the sack.
Apparently that was a good plan, because right now I feel quite good, and my brain doesn't feel too cloudy to write. *claps*
I took my scooter for a ride and enjoyed the wonderful smell of the air, the beautiful sunshine, the things I'd been missing holed up in my bedroom for the past several days like a weiner. I drove to the plaza where Kmart is, stopped and got a haircut (nothing major, I'm trying to grow it out, but ooh it looks cute and was so soft afterwards!), then went into Kmart.
A girl sitting at a desk right inside the door spotted me as an easy target and ushered me over to her post to fill out an entry to win a free Kmart gift card or something, then not-so-stealthily tried to con me into a ten-week subscription to the Syracuse newspaper for ten bucks. I declined. Just what I need, more shit delivered to my door to read. She pointed out the Scarab Body Arts sticker on the front of my scooter and was asking me if I knew anyone there. I told her I knew John... apparently she went to school with him. She talked to me for a few minutes about stretching her ears, and the awesome plugs she's seen, and asked how I knew John. I was just like, "uhh, well, I've been to the shop before..." All of my piercings are either hidden or removed or innocuous now, and I was dressed like a major dork in an American flag "FULTON" shirt, so I don't really look like a piercing shop patron and I get kind of embarrassed by that lately, for some reason. Haha. But, yeah, she was convincing me to stretch my earlobes (something I've been thinking about for a while now - though I'd rather have them scalpelled! I'm impatient and masochistic!) and overall seemed pretty cool. I should've asked for her name so I could tell John about it the next time I go in there. If ever. :P
Sooo, I bought some shit I'd been meaning to for over a week now while I was there, including a new toilet seat for our upstairs bathroom. The one that's up there now has been there all 22 years of my existence and is getting rather yellowed, and also has some kind of... I don't know, a colony of microscopic mold spores or something on it, and it was in my opinion decidedly gag-inducing. But because it's not rotten to the core, or whatever her criteria are, my mom plans to keep using it and tonight was complaining (and getting pretty pissed) about people trying to get rid of her "old things that still work". I personally don't see what the problem is. I didn't spend her money, and our toilet will now look a lot less unsanitary. She was just in one of her moods, I guess. One of those moods that makes me want to move out. Ha.
Kmart didn't have this highlighting kit I've had Alicia use on my hair before with fantastic results, so I ended up going to Rite Aid after I came back into town and made my mandatory excursion through the cemetery. (Too many cars in there, though, so it was a short one; I like it when it's empty, so I can ride up and down the hills at my leisure and sing my little heart out.) Megan was out back of Wendy's on a smoke break, apparently--I saw her holding a cigarette in my rear view mirror at one point, but I think she was trying to hide it from me--bad Megan! Ha, not that I care. Smoking is sexy. But yeah. She screamed out to me, then abruptly said she had to go and that she'd talk to me online. So I went on my merry way into Rite Aid and was disappointed there as well. :(
However! Eckerd had the highlighting kit. Imagine that--I didn't even have to go further than down the street to find it. Oh well. I also saw Mrs. MacEwen in there, the aide I had when I was in elementary school. That was kind of weird. I was bending down to get the hairdye, and kind of noticed this woman watching me through my peripheral vision. I scooted past her and she said something and I realized who it was. She's totally blonde now! And is dressing like an old lady and seems to have lost weight! Crazy. The thing I remember most about her was her always asking me if I "felt crappy" when I would ask to go to the nurse, and me being slightly weirded out that she'd use the word "crappy" in school. Haha. She was nice. I think if I'd have had her through junior high and high school, I may not have had all the stupid issues with that whole aide situation that I had. Or maybe not. It was mostly about asserting my independence, after all.
Tomorrow is the auction of the house next door. You can see some pictures of it here, if you're so inclined. (There are a bunch.) My house is visible in the background of this picture. The smaller window, to the right of that little pipe thing, on the green house (mine)? That's one of my bedroom windows! Teehee!
I showed my mom the pictures several days ago, and we were talking about how this chair looks like the Shroud of Turin or something. Seriously. There's a head print, what looks like shoulders, "shadows" on the armrests... it is kind of creepy.
Anyway, yeah, that's the big excitement in our neighborhood. I'm going to try to be up and decent tomorrow so I can see what happens, and maybe try to get a few of the books I remember leafing through when I was young and my mom and I used to go over there to visit Carol.
Right now, it's time to pop a melatonin and hit the sack.