Departure to L'ville
58 Days Until GoF!
It sounds as though you've been trying to sew your skin back together, but even you, Arthur, wouldn't be that stupid...
Molly Weasley
Order of the Phoenix, Chapter 23, Page 507
Sometimes it's much more convenient to be vague and say "I will update soon" instead of saying "I swear you'll see another entry coming tomorrow or the day after". As if two weeks in my lj world were soon...for the sake of argument it is, hehe. Now on to Rusty, who debuts for the umpteenth time on lj. At a quarter to ten, my mum was just beginning to jot down last minutes items for the next day, Ala was watching tv, I was probably doing something obsessively HP or on lj or both. I was finishing up my internet surfing because I was on the verge of continuing to devour my Alg 2 textbook. I was more of in a sour mood because Rusty impeded my studies rather than what he actually did as you will soon read. Right, we're all in our respective places and Rusty's cue: "RAWRyeuwroooadffeetai." Clearly, I'm not a master of onomatopoeia. What you have just textually witnessed is a reenactment of when pinscher-dachshunds attack. My mum was sitting on a low chair so all she could do is recline her lower half upwards but the height was strategically low for optimum biting on Rusty's part. He inflicted somewhere around 7, 8 profound bites. 3 places on her foot, 3 on her leg, and 1 on her knee. Could she walk? Barely since one of the bites was right under her foot's arch. Who's gonna go on a move like that? My mum decided to postpone my trip to L'ville until Thursday. Yeah...by this time I was freaking out because there's loads of junk you have to attend, I was desperate to depart from Newark, and there's no way in hell I would be missing registration! I'm basically begging her to let me go tomorrow to L'ville or it will be the end of life as we know it even though it's already 22:30 at night and I haven't put my stuff away yet and I have the ludicrous notion of completing my math textbook. If I were candid and *realistic* to myself then I would be cognisant of how I so wasn't attuned for the move in less than 12 hours.
Righto, half past ten and once more, I have to contact Mrs.Doak with another problem. I bet she thinks I'm a pain in the ass by now because I happen to be the bearer of bad news around her. Mrs.Doak's primary reaction was one to amuse a cynic like me. Her OMG was swift and she sounded taken aback. For the safety of my doggie, I didn't mention it was him who bit my mom. Actually, for all Mrs.Doak cared, I could move whenever I felt like it but I just had to show up on time for classes. Then the phone was passed down to Mrs.Shaw so we didn't have to go through more of those bothersome linguitic barriers and since this could be counted as an emergency of some kind, I could technically miss registration after all. It's not the most prudent thing to do really because then the Dean would be in charge of my folder and I'd have to go out of my way to retrieve everything. In other words, it's preferable that I don't do that. In addition, my uncle had set aside Wednesday specially for the move and Thursday wasn't at all convenient. It was midnight by the time I tucked my comp into my backpack and we were done discussing the whole sitaution. Throughout the rest of the night my mum kept giving me the glare of death because she got the impression that I cared more about the dog than her. I confess that is partially true yet it requires much more intricate wording to convey my point justly. -->
My grandma can't stay for much longer. Once the chemotherapy sessions commence, it'll be a matter of time before she returns to that dreadful secluded confinement my aunt calls her apartment. I briefly lucked during summer vacation about receiving Ala once more. With Ala eliminated from the picture, my mum remains by herself. I outright dislike the idea of visting home to see my mum and no one else. As an only child, Rusty and I produce a bond of unconditional love for each other and I can't bear to have Rusty taken away from me. As much as I savour solitude, perhaps being ultimately isolated is something even an introvert fears. You can communicate the most intimate of things to a pet but they'll never be burdened by those secrets. Plus Rusty functioned as my defense mechanism whenever my mum and I fought. My mum doesn't even get to lay a hand on me before Rusty switches to a defending position in front of me and displays his sharp teeth. In a sense, I act similarly when the time arrives to protect Rusty. Out of the fear of the detrimental effects Rusty can have on me, I reluctantly take action when he attacks my mum but if I ever spot my mum attempting to demolish Rusty, I yell out, plead and move her away from Rusty. At this point, I felt truly resigned however because Rusty is not new to his lust for blood and human meat. As many times as he's bitten, he's been punished in some way. Every single time, my mum warns us that she is getting rid of Rusty once and for all because his secondary chances have been innumerable. This time though I felt a much more earnest tone in my mum's decision after she announced that she's sending Rusty to a shelter and she could care less if he kicked the bucket.
As it's nearing midnight I'm literally walking around in circles because of the anxiety that landing back on square one imposes. At this late stage in the game, I want to remain home until Thursday to catch up on my maths studies and because in layman's terms, there's nothing going on on Wed. The only crucial objective of the day is registration otherwise I won't "exist" on the campus for this year. My mum, instead was motivated to travel immediately because my schoolbooks sell out quickly and I'll have to buy new ones rather than used copies. My mum isn't capable of walking and she plans to get up and running in 7 hours, riiiight. The woman had to keep me in suspense and have her conclusive choice by morning.
Don't worry, we did prolong my stay in Newark by a span of one day. Next entry: the beginnings of Lville 2005-2006.
It sounds as though you've been trying to sew your skin back together, but even you, Arthur, wouldn't be that stupid...
Molly Weasley
Order of the Phoenix, Chapter 23, Page 507
Sometimes it's much more convenient to be vague and say "I will update soon" instead of saying "I swear you'll see another entry coming tomorrow or the day after". As if two weeks in my lj world were soon...for the sake of argument it is, hehe. Now on to Rusty, who debuts for the umpteenth time on lj. At a quarter to ten, my mum was just beginning to jot down last minutes items for the next day, Ala was watching tv, I was probably doing something obsessively HP or on lj or both. I was finishing up my internet surfing because I was on the verge of continuing to devour my Alg 2 textbook. I was more of in a sour mood because Rusty impeded my studies rather than what he actually did as you will soon read. Right, we're all in our respective places and Rusty's cue: "RAWRyeuwroooadffeetai." Clearly, I'm not a master of onomatopoeia. What you have just textually witnessed is a reenactment of when pinscher-dachshunds attack. My mum was sitting on a low chair so all she could do is recline her lower half upwards but the height was strategically low for optimum biting on Rusty's part. He inflicted somewhere around 7, 8 profound bites. 3 places on her foot, 3 on her leg, and 1 on her knee. Could she walk? Barely since one of the bites was right under her foot's arch. Who's gonna go on a move like that? My mum decided to postpone my trip to L'ville until Thursday. Yeah...by this time I was freaking out because there's loads of junk you have to attend, I was desperate to depart from Newark, and there's no way in hell I would be missing registration! I'm basically begging her to let me go tomorrow to L'ville or it will be the end of life as we know it even though it's already 22:30 at night and I haven't put my stuff away yet and I have the ludicrous notion of completing my math textbook. If I were candid and *realistic* to myself then I would be cognisant of how I so wasn't attuned for the move in less than 12 hours.
Righto, half past ten and once more, I have to contact Mrs.Doak with another problem. I bet she thinks I'm a pain in the ass by now because I happen to be the bearer of bad news around her. Mrs.Doak's primary reaction was one to amuse a cynic like me. Her OMG was swift and she sounded taken aback. For the safety of my doggie, I didn't mention it was him who bit my mom. Actually, for all Mrs.Doak cared, I could move whenever I felt like it but I just had to show up on time for classes. Then the phone was passed down to Mrs.Shaw so we didn't have to go through more of those bothersome linguitic barriers and since this could be counted as an emergency of some kind, I could technically miss registration after all. It's not the most prudent thing to do really because then the Dean would be in charge of my folder and I'd have to go out of my way to retrieve everything. In other words, it's preferable that I don't do that. In addition, my uncle had set aside Wednesday specially for the move and Thursday wasn't at all convenient. It was midnight by the time I tucked my comp into my backpack and we were done discussing the whole sitaution. Throughout the rest of the night my mum kept giving me the glare of death because she got the impression that I cared more about the dog than her. I confess that is partially true yet it requires much more intricate wording to convey my point justly. -->
My grandma can't stay for much longer. Once the chemotherapy sessions commence, it'll be a matter of time before she returns to that dreadful secluded confinement my aunt calls her apartment. I briefly lucked during summer vacation about receiving Ala once more. With Ala eliminated from the picture, my mum remains by herself. I outright dislike the idea of visting home to see my mum and no one else. As an only child, Rusty and I produce a bond of unconditional love for each other and I can't bear to have Rusty taken away from me. As much as I savour solitude, perhaps being ultimately isolated is something even an introvert fears. You can communicate the most intimate of things to a pet but they'll never be burdened by those secrets. Plus Rusty functioned as my defense mechanism whenever my mum and I fought. My mum doesn't even get to lay a hand on me before Rusty switches to a defending position in front of me and displays his sharp teeth. In a sense, I act similarly when the time arrives to protect Rusty. Out of the fear of the detrimental effects Rusty can have on me, I reluctantly take action when he attacks my mum but if I ever spot my mum attempting to demolish Rusty, I yell out, plead and move her away from Rusty. At this point, I felt truly resigned however because Rusty is not new to his lust for blood and human meat. As many times as he's bitten, he's been punished in some way. Every single time, my mum warns us that she is getting rid of Rusty once and for all because his secondary chances have been innumerable. This time though I felt a much more earnest tone in my mum's decision after she announced that she's sending Rusty to a shelter and she could care less if he kicked the bucket.
As it's nearing midnight I'm literally walking around in circles because of the anxiety that landing back on square one imposes. At this late stage in the game, I want to remain home until Thursday to catch up on my maths studies and because in layman's terms, there's nothing going on on Wed. The only crucial objective of the day is registration otherwise I won't "exist" on the campus for this year. My mum, instead was motivated to travel immediately because my schoolbooks sell out quickly and I'll have to buy new ones rather than used copies. My mum isn't capable of walking and she plans to get up and running in 7 hours, riiiight. The woman had to keep me in suspense and have her conclusive choice by morning.
Don't worry, we did prolong my stay in Newark by a span of one day. Next entry: the beginnings of Lville 2005-2006.