"Should I go back? Should I go back? Should I?" -Mark Hoppus, Tom Delonge, and Travis Barker)
One thing I forgot to mention. . . When I got back from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, my brother came to pick me up. I waited outside the airport for about twenty minutes. anyways, we were driving and he missed the turn to take the shorter path back to the house. Well, instead he drove forty minutes out of his way and we arrived at home pretty late. It was almost nine o'clock when we arrived.
Well, we get into the driveway and I notice two pick-up trucks, but no Chevrolet Suburban. I recognized my uncle's white pick-up truck but I didn't recognize the blue one. Glenn explained to me that Dad traded in the Chevrolet Suburban for the blue Toyota Tundra. I couldn't believe it! In Atlanta, we had always joked about getting a truck but we never acted it because we knew that Mom wasn't fond of pick-up trucks. I didn't believe my brother at first. I thought that he was kidding and that Dad went to the store to buy more Haagan Daaz's Pineapple Coconut ice cream. Well, finally I believed it.
I know I mentioned the above, kind of, but I just thought I'd mention it again in more detail.
So anyways, I get out of the car and after my brother popped the trunk, I opened it and began getting my luggage out of the car. Well, I'm reaching back in to get my book and my black hooded sweatshirt when BAM! I feel the trunk go down hard on the top of my head. Then my brother goes, "Oh, I didn't see you reaching in there to get something else! I thought you had everything." That's when I realized that my brother had tried to close the trunk and he had done so while i ducked back in to get the book and the sweatshirt. I was pissed off and in pain, which leads to anxiety. I teared up a little because the pain was so intense for about two minutes. Then my dad came down and goes "Nice to see that you're home!" and I couldn't help but blow him off because I was so anxious and angry because of my new "welcome home" bump on my head received by my brother.
I mean, no kidding, right when I realized that he had hit me on the head with the door of the trunk, I shook my head really hard to try and shake off the pain, and said to myself, "Welcome home, Peggy!" I mean, really! Ouch!
So anyways, I blow off my dad and start hauling my suitcase up the stairs. My dad soon started walking up and helped me out carrying it up the steps. I thought that that was nice. I started to regret blowing him off when he welcomed me back to the house. (I don't call this house HOME because deep down in my heart, I still feel that Atlanta is my home. I hate Savannah. I'm still trying to get out of this humid, hot city. I want to go home.) So then my uncle greeted me and then he made me name ten dogs. The first six were Aunt Janine and Uncle Jim's dogs (Riley, Kasey, Tyler, Sydney, Emma, and Shorty), and then the other four were my uncle's dogs (the one who greeted me). Their names are Bags, Cooper, Whiskers, and Holly. SIX and FOUR make TEN.
After I settled for the moment, and looked at the bump my brother gave me, the family sat down and ate dinner, including my uncle. (Yup, he's family.) That ends that night.
I had the bump on my head for two weeks. It's the third week now and, the bump is gone. I couldn't sleep very well with it the first week I came back. I kept getting up and feeling it, then I'd lay back down and go back to sleep. It really hurt.
Then this past Saturday, we went on the boat. We have a twenty foot Grady White boat. It's really nice. But first, I woke up at ten, and my mom and I went to get my ID. It was a long ass wait. First, I walked in the door and read it. There was a sign there, actually. It said, "FOR A FIVE YEAR DRIVER'S LICENSE OR STATE ID IT'S $20. FOR A TEN YEAR DRIVER'S LICENSE OR STATE ID IT'S $35." So I walk in, and I'm still not sure if I want to get my driver's permit renewed, or if I want a five year state ID. I just figured I'd go with the driver's permit for now. So anyways, I go up to the person at the desk, and told her that I wanted to renew the driver's permit. She asked me to see if she could see the permit, and then she gave me the permit and a piece of paper with a number on it (a ticket), not really looking at the permit closely. So, I sit down and wait for my number to be called. My number was A020. They called me after about twenty or so minutes. I go up there and tell the lady that I want to renew the permit. She said I can't do that. She said that I have to take a written test because the license has been expired for over two years. So I said, "Ok, I'll do that." She said, "Go back over to the ticket lady and tell her that you need a "WRITTEN TEST" ticket. I don't think she looked at your permit very closely." I said "OK." and went back over and got a ticket that said "WRITTEN TEST" on it, and I waited for a longer time to be called up. My number was G070. So finally, I was called to go into the room with the computers, and in there, I had to wait in line to take the driver's [written] test on a computer.
I didn't have to wait long, thank God, and then I was on my way to getting a new permit. I came close to failing that driver's test though. I got four questions wrong on the first twenty questions when only five incorrect answers were permitted. So yeah, it was a close call. I think the last time I took the test, I only got three answers wrong, and then some wrong on the Road signs test. This time I only got one answer wrong on the road test. It was the sign with a hill pointing downward and a truck on it. The correct answer was "Caution: Steep Hill". I think I put something like "Trucks, put yourself into first or second gear". whoops. I felt so stupid. I still do. So anyways, I passed the written tests (road and roadsign), and went back up to the counter, and then she had me do a vision test. That's where you look into a machine and read the numbers. I passed that too. (Last time I took the vision test, I forgot my glasses and barely passed the vision test. I almost didn't get the permit.)
Anyways, she had me fill out a form with my name, address, height, weight, and eye color. I did what most women do on the weight part; I lied. I lied on the height part too, but accidentally. I thought I was 5'6" but I'm actually 5'4". Oh well. Two inches off, who cares? When I get pulled over, I'll be sitting down anyways. The cop won't notice how tall I am. I just said that my eyes were brown. They're actually hazel brown, but I just kept it simple. I have a little bit of green and yellow in my eyes as well. I wasn't going to put that down on the form because they might think the state was allowing a cat to drive. So I filled out the form and signed it really quickly, and then I had to go sit back down. Right when I came out, they called my number again and back to counter number nine, but I reasoned that I had already been there. So I sat down and waited for twenty minutes, and then my mom told me to go up to the counter and see if they had called my number. They didn't care either way, they just helped me out and got me through the picture part right away. I thought that that was really cool. After they took my picture, the made the ID card and then they yelled my name really loud. I kept asking my mom "They said they'd call my name, but I hope they don't do that over the intercom! I don't want everyone in this place to know my name." and then I said "Well, if they yell my name, will I hear it?" and my mom was like, "I don't know! I have my license!" But finally, I heard a voice yell my name and I was like "Oh! I heard that!" and I went up and got the ID card, and my mom and I were off.
We made sandwiches and then went out on the boat. I ate mine because after watching the Lemony Snicket movie (A Series of Unfortunate Events), I didn't want the Lachrymose Leeches to get me. So I ate an hour before I went swimming, just to be extra cautious.
Before I even set foot on the boat, my dad got mad at me for bringing Gatorade. He was mad because I wasn't going to be exerting myself, so I didn't need that. I got mad and said, "I don't know what else to drink!" Then he goes, "WATER! It's the best thing for ya!" I just glared and was like, "Who the fuck WANTS water?! No one WANTS to drink water. It's good for us, but I don't want it!" But hey, if milk didn't spoil in heat, I would have brought that along. anyways, I was mad, and I didn't put sunscreen on to allow myself to get burnt. I'm an idiot, I know. I just put my headphones, blasted my music in my ears, put my sunglasses on, and thought about how much my dad could make me feel suicidal. My sister does it to me too. She's been nice to me lately because I got her and her friends booze. She's eighteen and can't buy booze yet. I can't wait until she turns twenty-one. I'm tired of doing this crap for her.
So anyways, on our way out to the island where we go swimming, we saw a huge fire. There was black smoke and everything. Some building in front of a house was burning. We all guessed that someone burnt it down to get money. My mom kept going on and on about how wrong that was, but I didn't care. Their fire, their problem. I wasn't going to get involved.
We also stopped for gas. We didn't have enough gas to get to the island and back home without breaking down. My mom got a call from work and she was on that for a long time. She dropped the top to one of my more expensive pens into the water, and I got mad about that. I found another top to go on the pen for the moment, but still, I was mad about that. Oh well. . .
Then, after getting going on the water again, she wouldn't allow us to actually go fast in the boat, and the horseflies starting biting us. We sat around battling those for about forty-five minutes. I hated it! Finally she got off the phone and we went fast again. Then she got up and spilled her drink all over the dashboard in the boat. I was like, "What the hell were you doing standing up? SIT DOWN! It's called 'BOAT SAFETY!'" I thought she was so fuckin' dumb standing up with her drink just as the boat started going again. She cleaned up the mess and at about three o'clock, we anchored the boat and went swimming for two hours. It was a long two hours for me. There were no dogs to play with in the water or anything. I had gotten a little bit shyer about going up to people and talking to them since I had gotten back from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I just didn't feel at home in Savannah. I was sad not being around people I got along with almost perfectly. I still want to be back up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, having fun with six or so dogs, and aunts, uncles, and cousins. I really do miss them all! It sucks!
So anyways, that's what I did over the last few days. On Monday I went and got a blood test so the Endocrinologist could see how I'm doing on the thyroid pills I have to take. They take the blood and then run lab tests on it to see if they need to up the medication or not. So yeah, that was quick. It only took two minutes, and then my mom and I went to Arby's to eat lunch, and then I was back home doing nothing. Then, yesterday, my mom and I rented videos. I've watched two of them so far. One was Blade Trinity and the other was Constantine. Blade Trinity was good. Constantine was all right. I didn't like the fact that it seemed to encourage people to go into Demonology because that's just dangerous.
I went into it a while back and I just got real paranoid and angry for no reason at all. Slowly evil came over me and I didn't like it. It was bad. I felt like I needed to go to a church and be exorcised. Like I said, it was bad. I hated the feelings I had and I quit studying it. When one studies Demonology, they're stepping into the bad side of the neighborhood. They may even be stepping into Hell itself. Dear readers, think of that before you study it. Have some people pray for you as you study it. I didn't and that's the mistake I made. It sucked! So yeah, I'm just saying. . . don't go into Demonology unprepared for the consequences that follow.
So yeah, Constantine was also kind of slow. But it was all right. Blade Trinity was better. Now all I have to do is watch Dogville and we can return the videos! Well, actually, my mom wants to see Constantine and Dogville as well. So as soon as she sees those two movies, we'll be able to return the movies.
Other than movies, things are eventless around the house. I water the plants every day and I need to go do that now. It's so hot that my mom and dad's plants can't go a day without being watered. I mean it's so hot here, that as soon as you open the door, you feel the humidity. I hate it! I want to go back up north. The summers are so bad here, like the winters are bad in Canada or North Dakota and so forth! It sucks! I want it to be seventy and sixty degrees again. Even fifties, forties, thirties, and twenties would be awesome! But ninety with over sixty five percent humidity? That's insane! So yeah, I gotta go water the plants. That and I have to go get the mail. Later!
Well, we get into the driveway and I notice two pick-up trucks, but no Chevrolet Suburban. I recognized my uncle's white pick-up truck but I didn't recognize the blue one. Glenn explained to me that Dad traded in the Chevrolet Suburban for the blue Toyota Tundra. I couldn't believe it! In Atlanta, we had always joked about getting a truck but we never acted it because we knew that Mom wasn't fond of pick-up trucks. I didn't believe my brother at first. I thought that he was kidding and that Dad went to the store to buy more Haagan Daaz's Pineapple Coconut ice cream. Well, finally I believed it.
I know I mentioned the above, kind of, but I just thought I'd mention it again in more detail.
So anyways, I get out of the car and after my brother popped the trunk, I opened it and began getting my luggage out of the car. Well, I'm reaching back in to get my book and my black hooded sweatshirt when BAM! I feel the trunk go down hard on the top of my head. Then my brother goes, "Oh, I didn't see you reaching in there to get something else! I thought you had everything." That's when I realized that my brother had tried to close the trunk and he had done so while i ducked back in to get the book and the sweatshirt. I was pissed off and in pain, which leads to anxiety. I teared up a little because the pain was so intense for about two minutes. Then my dad came down and goes "Nice to see that you're home!" and I couldn't help but blow him off because I was so anxious and angry because of my new "welcome home" bump on my head received by my brother.
I mean, no kidding, right when I realized that he had hit me on the head with the door of the trunk, I shook my head really hard to try and shake off the pain, and said to myself, "Welcome home, Peggy!" I mean, really! Ouch!
So anyways, I blow off my dad and start hauling my suitcase up the stairs. My dad soon started walking up and helped me out carrying it up the steps. I thought that that was nice. I started to regret blowing him off when he welcomed me back to the house. (I don't call this house HOME because deep down in my heart, I still feel that Atlanta is my home. I hate Savannah. I'm still trying to get out of this humid, hot city. I want to go home.) So then my uncle greeted me and then he made me name ten dogs. The first six were Aunt Janine and Uncle Jim's dogs (Riley, Kasey, Tyler, Sydney, Emma, and Shorty), and then the other four were my uncle's dogs (the one who greeted me). Their names are Bags, Cooper, Whiskers, and Holly. SIX and FOUR make TEN.
After I settled for the moment, and looked at the bump my brother gave me, the family sat down and ate dinner, including my uncle. (Yup, he's family.) That ends that night.
I had the bump on my head for two weeks. It's the third week now and, the bump is gone. I couldn't sleep very well with it the first week I came back. I kept getting up and feeling it, then I'd lay back down and go back to sleep. It really hurt.
Then this past Saturday, we went on the boat. We have a twenty foot Grady White boat. It's really nice. But first, I woke up at ten, and my mom and I went to get my ID. It was a long ass wait. First, I walked in the door and read it. There was a sign there, actually. It said, "FOR A FIVE YEAR DRIVER'S LICENSE OR STATE ID IT'S $20. FOR A TEN YEAR DRIVER'S LICENSE OR STATE ID IT'S $35." So I walk in, and I'm still not sure if I want to get my driver's permit renewed, or if I want a five year state ID. I just figured I'd go with the driver's permit for now. So anyways, I go up to the person at the desk, and told her that I wanted to renew the driver's permit. She asked me to see if she could see the permit, and then she gave me the permit and a piece of paper with a number on it (a ticket), not really looking at the permit closely. So, I sit down and wait for my number to be called. My number was A020. They called me after about twenty or so minutes. I go up there and tell the lady that I want to renew the permit. She said I can't do that. She said that I have to take a written test because the license has been expired for over two years. So I said, "Ok, I'll do that." She said, "Go back over to the ticket lady and tell her that you need a "WRITTEN TEST" ticket. I don't think she looked at your permit very closely." I said "OK." and went back over and got a ticket that said "WRITTEN TEST" on it, and I waited for a longer time to be called up. My number was G070. So finally, I was called to go into the room with the computers, and in there, I had to wait in line to take the driver's [written] test on a computer.
I didn't have to wait long, thank God, and then I was on my way to getting a new permit. I came close to failing that driver's test though. I got four questions wrong on the first twenty questions when only five incorrect answers were permitted. So yeah, it was a close call. I think the last time I took the test, I only got three answers wrong, and then some wrong on the Road signs test. This time I only got one answer wrong on the road test. It was the sign with a hill pointing downward and a truck on it. The correct answer was "Caution: Steep Hill". I think I put something like "Trucks, put yourself into first or second gear". whoops. I felt so stupid. I still do. So anyways, I passed the written tests (road and roadsign), and went back up to the counter, and then she had me do a vision test. That's where you look into a machine and read the numbers. I passed that too. (Last time I took the vision test, I forgot my glasses and barely passed the vision test. I almost didn't get the permit.)
Anyways, she had me fill out a form with my name, address, height, weight, and eye color. I did what most women do on the weight part; I lied. I lied on the height part too, but accidentally. I thought I was 5'6" but I'm actually 5'4". Oh well. Two inches off, who cares? When I get pulled over, I'll be sitting down anyways. The cop won't notice how tall I am. I just said that my eyes were brown. They're actually hazel brown, but I just kept it simple. I have a little bit of green and yellow in my eyes as well. I wasn't going to put that down on the form because they might think the state was allowing a cat to drive. So I filled out the form and signed it really quickly, and then I had to go sit back down. Right when I came out, they called my number again and back to counter number nine, but I reasoned that I had already been there. So I sat down and waited for twenty minutes, and then my mom told me to go up to the counter and see if they had called my number. They didn't care either way, they just helped me out and got me through the picture part right away. I thought that that was really cool. After they took my picture, the made the ID card and then they yelled my name really loud. I kept asking my mom "They said they'd call my name, but I hope they don't do that over the intercom! I don't want everyone in this place to know my name." and then I said "Well, if they yell my name, will I hear it?" and my mom was like, "I don't know! I have my license!" But finally, I heard a voice yell my name and I was like "Oh! I heard that!" and I went up and got the ID card, and my mom and I were off.
We made sandwiches and then went out on the boat. I ate mine because after watching the Lemony Snicket movie (A Series of Unfortunate Events), I didn't want the Lachrymose Leeches to get me. So I ate an hour before I went swimming, just to be extra cautious.
Before I even set foot on the boat, my dad got mad at me for bringing Gatorade. He was mad because I wasn't going to be exerting myself, so I didn't need that. I got mad and said, "I don't know what else to drink!" Then he goes, "WATER! It's the best thing for ya!" I just glared and was like, "Who the fuck WANTS water?! No one WANTS to drink water. It's good for us, but I don't want it!" But hey, if milk didn't spoil in heat, I would have brought that along. anyways, I was mad, and I didn't put sunscreen on to allow myself to get burnt. I'm an idiot, I know. I just put my headphones, blasted my music in my ears, put my sunglasses on, and thought about how much my dad could make me feel suicidal. My sister does it to me too. She's been nice to me lately because I got her and her friends booze. She's eighteen and can't buy booze yet. I can't wait until she turns twenty-one. I'm tired of doing this crap for her.
So anyways, on our way out to the island where we go swimming, we saw a huge fire. There was black smoke and everything. Some building in front of a house was burning. We all guessed that someone burnt it down to get money. My mom kept going on and on about how wrong that was, but I didn't care. Their fire, their problem. I wasn't going to get involved.
We also stopped for gas. We didn't have enough gas to get to the island and back home without breaking down. My mom got a call from work and she was on that for a long time. She dropped the top to one of my more expensive pens into the water, and I got mad about that. I found another top to go on the pen for the moment, but still, I was mad about that. Oh well. . .
Then, after getting going on the water again, she wouldn't allow us to actually go fast in the boat, and the horseflies starting biting us. We sat around battling those for about forty-five minutes. I hated it! Finally she got off the phone and we went fast again. Then she got up and spilled her drink all over the dashboard in the boat. I was like, "What the hell were you doing standing up? SIT DOWN! It's called 'BOAT SAFETY!'" I thought she was so fuckin' dumb standing up with her drink just as the boat started going again. She cleaned up the mess and at about three o'clock, we anchored the boat and went swimming for two hours. It was a long two hours for me. There were no dogs to play with in the water or anything. I had gotten a little bit shyer about going up to people and talking to them since I had gotten back from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I just didn't feel at home in Savannah. I was sad not being around people I got along with almost perfectly. I still want to be back up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, having fun with six or so dogs, and aunts, uncles, and cousins. I really do miss them all! It sucks!
So anyways, that's what I did over the last few days. On Monday I went and got a blood test so the Endocrinologist could see how I'm doing on the thyroid pills I have to take. They take the blood and then run lab tests on it to see if they need to up the medication or not. So yeah, that was quick. It only took two minutes, and then my mom and I went to Arby's to eat lunch, and then I was back home doing nothing. Then, yesterday, my mom and I rented videos. I've watched two of them so far. One was Blade Trinity and the other was Constantine. Blade Trinity was good. Constantine was all right. I didn't like the fact that it seemed to encourage people to go into Demonology because that's just dangerous.
I went into it a while back and I just got real paranoid and angry for no reason at all. Slowly evil came over me and I didn't like it. It was bad. I felt like I needed to go to a church and be exorcised. Like I said, it was bad. I hated the feelings I had and I quit studying it. When one studies Demonology, they're stepping into the bad side of the neighborhood. They may even be stepping into Hell itself. Dear readers, think of that before you study it. Have some people pray for you as you study it. I didn't and that's the mistake I made. It sucked! So yeah, I'm just saying. . . don't go into Demonology unprepared for the consequences that follow.
So yeah, Constantine was also kind of slow. But it was all right. Blade Trinity was better. Now all I have to do is watch Dogville and we can return the videos! Well, actually, my mom wants to see Constantine and Dogville as well. So as soon as she sees those two movies, we'll be able to return the movies.
Other than movies, things are eventless around the house. I water the plants every day and I need to go do that now. It's so hot that my mom and dad's plants can't go a day without being watered. I mean it's so hot here, that as soon as you open the door, you feel the humidity. I hate it! I want to go back up north. The summers are so bad here, like the winters are bad in Canada or North Dakota and so forth! It sucks! I want it to be seventy and sixty degrees again. Even fifties, forties, thirties, and twenties would be awesome! But ninety with over sixty five percent humidity? That's insane! So yeah, I gotta go water the plants. That and I have to go get the mail. Later!