Longest entry ever.
Well, it's long since I've updated this. Some interesting things have happened.
September 14th, 2007.
First teacher-in-service of the school year = sleeping in<33. So I awoke around 11 and called Simpson to see if she wanted to go to Panera. She came over, I told my mom Jane and I were leaving, and off to Panera we went.
At Panera I had my usual: a broccoli and cheddar bread bowl, a whole-grain baguette, and a diet black cherry Jones soda. Délicieux!<3
Afterwards, Simpson had to leave for a tennis match some god awful hours away, she she just dropped Jane and I off.
When we pulled into the driveway we noticed that the Jeep was missing. Wondering where my mom was, I called her cellphone as Jane opened the garage. She didn't answer her cellphone, so went we walked in the house we immediately checked at the computer to look at the note my mother wrote us, telling us where she went.
We go to the computer... no note. Awkward... my mother ALWAYS leaves a note telling us where she went, or at least answers her cellphone.
My mom has left the house before and not told me where she was going, but that day everything seemed different. It didn't feel right.
Me: "Well, where do you think she went?"
Jane: "I don't know, Julie."
Me: "Okay, well, I'm going to go upstairs and see if she left a note on the kitchen table."
As I walk upstairs I try to call my mom again. I walk upstairs and here her phone start to ring. It was on the ironing board.
Me: "JANE, SHE LEFT HER CELLPHONE HERE. WHY DO YOU THINK SHE LEFT HER CELLPHONE HERE?"
I go back downstairs.
Me: "Jane, she probably went on a walk with Louise (my god-mother/my mother's close friend)."
Jane: "Julie, she would've taken her cellphone."
Me: "Well maybe she went to run Pap out to get groceries or something."
Jane: "She would've taken her cellphone."
Me: "God, Jane, I'm trying to be a little optimistic. Okay, I'm going to try to call Dad."
I walk upstairs again and try calling my dad's cellphone. I hear it start ring back in his bedroom.
Me: "CHRIST, JANE, WHY THE HELL DON'T OUR PARENTS BELIEVE IN CARRYING THEIR GODDAMN CELLPHONES WITH THEM. I THOUGHT THE REASON THEY HAD THEM WAS SO I COULD CONTACT THEM. I'm going to look outback, maybe mom's hanging up clothes...I don't know why she would take the jeep to go outback and hang up clothes. But I'm going to look anyway."
Jane (yelling as she walks up the steps): "Well, did mom take her purse?"
I look over the my mom's kitchen seat.
I see a purse.
Me: "JANE MOM'S PURSE IS THERE. WHY WOULD SHE LEAVE HER PURSE AND HER CELLPHONE AND TAKE THE CAR. WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENED TO HER?"
I head for the screen patio door leading to our back beck/steps to get to the backyard.
Jane: "Julie."
Me: "Yeah, Jane."
Jane: "That's on of grandma's old purses, you moron."
Me: "...Oh."
Fuck, whatever.
Jane decides to go get a shower, and I go back to my room and lay on my bed.
Then, I hear my stairs creak...as if someone was walking downstairs.
My heart stops.
I hear another creak. Holy fucking shit.
I wait a moment, then bolt over to the bathroom door.
Me: "-knock knock- Jane?"
Jane: "Yeah, Julie."
Me: "Uh, can you, uh, come out here?"
Jane: "Why?"
Me: "Just, I THINK I HEARD SOMEONE GO DOWN THE STAIRS."
She comes out of the bathroom.
Me: "Jane, I'm going to call dad."
I go to the house phone and press memory 5. It doesn't work.
So I get my mom's cellphone off the ironing board and call my dad at work.
Me: "Dad, do you know where mom went?"
Dad: "No?"
Me: "BECAUSE SHE LEFT HER CELLPHONE HERE AND THE JEEP'S GONE AND WE DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE WENT. I THINK SOMETHING MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED TO HER AND I THINK SOMEONE'S IN THE HOUSE."
Dad: "Well, go downstairs and look."
Me: "I'M NOT GOING DOWNSTAIRS, I THINK SOMEONE'S DOWN THERE. WHAT IF THEY'RE HIDING IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM?"
Dad: "Take Jane with you."
Jane: "I'M NOT GOING DOWN. IF THERE'S SOMEONE DOWNSTAIRS AND THEY DID SOMETHING TO MOM, THERE'S NO USE OF BOTH OF US BEING KILLED."
Me: "Oh my god, Jane, come on."
We slowly walk downstairs and I turn on all the lights in the family room.
Me (I'm still on the phone with my dad): Jane, go turn on the laundry room lights."
Jane: "Come with me! I'm not going alone!"
We turn on the laundry room lights and I open the door to the garage.
Me: "Okay, dad, I don't think anyone's here. Thanks for staying on the phone with me."
Jane: "Julie, there are like, a thousand places for someone to hid in this garage."
Me: "Shut up."
So I get on AIM and decide I need to talk to someone about this catastrophe.
John Bucci.
I make him come up and guard the house. If my mother got woman-napped. I sure as hell was not going to sit around with Jane being vulnerable to twin-napping.
My cellphone starts to ring.
Me: "Hello? Oh... hi mom. WHERE ARE YOU? I THOUGHT SOMEONE KIDNAPPED YOU. You what? You went to the Hollidaysburgh library? You told me this before I left for Panera? Oh, I didn't hear you say that. Yes, mom, I know I need to start listening when you speak. Okay, I'll see you when you get home."
So my mom wasn't kidnapped. Whatever, I was concerned. That day felt different. For some reason I thought something bad had happened to my mom. Shut up.
October 6th, 2007.
Okay, so this was Steel City weekend. If you want to know about Steel City, ask me about it. I don't feel like describing it here.
But anyway, Jane and I had gotten before my parents. I knew they hadn't gotten kidnapped. I was bored, so I was going to hang out with Simpson, Christopher M. Leiden, and Brian P. Kibler.
I had to use the bathroom.
So I walked into the basement bathroom, looked at the toilet, and geeked out.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, JANE. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. DID YOU FUCKING SEE THIS? HOLY FUCKING SHIT."
"Julie, what are you talking about?"
"JANE, COME FUCKING LOOK AT THIS. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT."
Lo and behold, there was a huge ass spider in the toilet. Seriously, I'm not kidding, two and a quarter inches front the tip of it's front appendage to the end of its last and almost two inches wide. I have a picture on my cellphone if anyone wants to see it.
Jane goes over to the bathroom as I'm having my little tiffy fit.
Jane: "Okay, wow. Well, uh, I'm going to flush it."
Me: "NO DON'T FUCKING FLUSH IT. I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF IT FIRST. HOLY FUCKING SHIT."
I take a picture.
Scariest fucking thing of my life. If I had seen this thing crawling around my house, and not trapped in it's watery doom, I would've cried and past out.
I flush it. End of story.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
In case you didn't get the point.
Fuck.
September 14th, 2007.
First teacher-in-service of the school year = sleeping in<33. So I awoke around 11 and called Simpson to see if she wanted to go to Panera. She came over, I told my mom Jane and I were leaving, and off to Panera we went.
At Panera I had my usual: a broccoli and cheddar bread bowl, a whole-grain baguette, and a diet black cherry Jones soda. Délicieux!<3
Afterwards, Simpson had to leave for a tennis match some god awful hours away, she she just dropped Jane and I off.
When we pulled into the driveway we noticed that the Jeep was missing. Wondering where my mom was, I called her cellphone as Jane opened the garage. She didn't answer her cellphone, so went we walked in the house we immediately checked at the computer to look at the note my mother wrote us, telling us where she went.
We go to the computer... no note. Awkward... my mother ALWAYS leaves a note telling us where she went, or at least answers her cellphone.
My mom has left the house before and not told me where she was going, but that day everything seemed different. It didn't feel right.
Me: "Well, where do you think she went?"
Jane: "I don't know, Julie."
Me: "Okay, well, I'm going to go upstairs and see if she left a note on the kitchen table."
As I walk upstairs I try to call my mom again. I walk upstairs and here her phone start to ring. It was on the ironing board.
Me: "JANE, SHE LEFT HER CELLPHONE HERE. WHY DO YOU THINK SHE LEFT HER CELLPHONE HERE?"
I go back downstairs.
Me: "Jane, she probably went on a walk with Louise (my god-mother/my mother's close friend)."
Jane: "Julie, she would've taken her cellphone."
Me: "Well maybe she went to run Pap out to get groceries or something."
Jane: "She would've taken her cellphone."
Me: "God, Jane, I'm trying to be a little optimistic. Okay, I'm going to try to call Dad."
I walk upstairs again and try calling my dad's cellphone. I hear it start ring back in his bedroom.
Me: "CHRIST, JANE, WHY THE HELL DON'T OUR PARENTS BELIEVE IN CARRYING THEIR GODDAMN CELLPHONES WITH THEM. I THOUGHT THE REASON THEY HAD THEM WAS SO I COULD CONTACT THEM. I'm going to look outback, maybe mom's hanging up clothes...I don't know why she would take the jeep to go outback and hang up clothes. But I'm going to look anyway."
Jane (yelling as she walks up the steps): "Well, did mom take her purse?"
I look over the my mom's kitchen seat.
I see a purse.
Me: "JANE MOM'S PURSE IS THERE. WHY WOULD SHE LEAVE HER PURSE AND HER CELLPHONE AND TAKE THE CAR. WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENED TO HER?"
I head for the screen patio door leading to our back beck/steps to get to the backyard.
Jane: "Julie."
Me: "Yeah, Jane."
Jane: "That's on of grandma's old purses, you moron."
Me: "...Oh."
Fuck, whatever.
Jane decides to go get a shower, and I go back to my room and lay on my bed.
Then, I hear my stairs creak...as if someone was walking downstairs.
My heart stops.
I hear another creak. Holy fucking shit.
I wait a moment, then bolt over to the bathroom door.
Me: "-knock knock- Jane?"
Jane: "Yeah, Julie."
Me: "Uh, can you, uh, come out here?"
Jane: "Why?"
Me: "Just, I THINK I HEARD SOMEONE GO DOWN THE STAIRS."
She comes out of the bathroom.
Me: "Jane, I'm going to call dad."
I go to the house phone and press memory 5. It doesn't work.
So I get my mom's cellphone off the ironing board and call my dad at work.
Me: "Dad, do you know where mom went?"
Dad: "No?"
Me: "BECAUSE SHE LEFT HER CELLPHONE HERE AND THE JEEP'S GONE AND WE DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE WENT. I THINK SOMETHING MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED TO HER AND I THINK SOMEONE'S IN THE HOUSE."
Dad: "Well, go downstairs and look."
Me: "I'M NOT GOING DOWNSTAIRS, I THINK SOMEONE'S DOWN THERE. WHAT IF THEY'RE HIDING IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM?"
Dad: "Take Jane with you."
Jane: "I'M NOT GOING DOWN. IF THERE'S SOMEONE DOWNSTAIRS AND THEY DID SOMETHING TO MOM, THERE'S NO USE OF BOTH OF US BEING KILLED."
Me: "Oh my god, Jane, come on."
We slowly walk downstairs and I turn on all the lights in the family room.
Me (I'm still on the phone with my dad): Jane, go turn on the laundry room lights."
Jane: "Come with me! I'm not going alone!"
We turn on the laundry room lights and I open the door to the garage.
Me: "Okay, dad, I don't think anyone's here. Thanks for staying on the phone with me."
Jane: "Julie, there are like, a thousand places for someone to hid in this garage."
Me: "Shut up."
So I get on AIM and decide I need to talk to someone about this catastrophe.
John Bucci.
I make him come up and guard the house. If my mother got woman-napped. I sure as hell was not going to sit around with Jane being vulnerable to twin-napping.
My cellphone starts to ring.
Me: "Hello? Oh... hi mom. WHERE ARE YOU? I THOUGHT SOMEONE KIDNAPPED YOU. You what? You went to the Hollidaysburgh library? You told me this before I left for Panera? Oh, I didn't hear you say that. Yes, mom, I know I need to start listening when you speak. Okay, I'll see you when you get home."
So my mom wasn't kidnapped. Whatever, I was concerned. That day felt different. For some reason I thought something bad had happened to my mom. Shut up.
October 6th, 2007.
Okay, so this was Steel City weekend. If you want to know about Steel City, ask me about it. I don't feel like describing it here.
But anyway, Jane and I had gotten before my parents. I knew they hadn't gotten kidnapped. I was bored, so I was going to hang out with Simpson, Christopher M. Leiden, and Brian P. Kibler.
I had to use the bathroom.
So I walked into the basement bathroom, looked at the toilet, and geeked out.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, JANE. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. DID YOU FUCKING SEE THIS? HOLY FUCKING SHIT."
"Julie, what are you talking about?"
"JANE, COME FUCKING LOOK AT THIS. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT."
Lo and behold, there was a huge ass spider in the toilet. Seriously, I'm not kidding, two and a quarter inches front the tip of it's front appendage to the end of its last and almost two inches wide. I have a picture on my cellphone if anyone wants to see it.
Jane goes over to the bathroom as I'm having my little tiffy fit.
Jane: "Okay, wow. Well, uh, I'm going to flush it."
Me: "NO DON'T FUCKING FLUSH IT. I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF IT FIRST. HOLY FUCKING SHIT."
I take a picture.
Scariest fucking thing of my life. If I had seen this thing crawling around my house, and not trapped in it's watery doom, I would've cried and past out.
I flush it. End of story.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
In case you didn't get the point.
Fuck.