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longsufferingly , I just spent the last couple hours dicking around on translationparty.com. Which, by the way, is only the most amusing site ever.What made it even better, however, was the person somewhere in the world who submitted a Supernatural quote. xD
There's a button that let's you see other submissions, and I came across the Hangman quote [I said that you were hunting ghosts and spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank.] and just started squealing. Of course, that brought my mother running and she was all OMG WHAT'S WRONG and I was too busy flailing to give her a proper answer. But it was exciting! There's, like, no one around that actually likes Supernatural where I live, besides one of my friends, and that's really not enough. Which is what Livejournal is for, anyway.
Anyway, I went and had a Supernatural quote-off with this mysterious fanperson and it was fun. xD
.....I don't know whether this entry makes me want to laugh, or cry.
[title was originally "Work, work work. No time to spend my money."]
Actually, I should probably go clean my ears (just got 'em pierced, at seventeen, which is a little sad). I'm supposed to clean them three times a day, and the last time I cleaned them was at 10:30am and it's 1:30 am now, so. They're probably going to be infected.
And I've been butchering my typing a lot lately. More than I should. I mean, I spelled half the words in this post wrong while I was typing and left out a billion conjunctions. Hell, I'm even leaving out subjects. My speech has gotten worse too. I'm probably spending too much time listening to my mom talk. Or I'm going crazy. Eh.
Speaking of my mom, I just really don't understand her. I've started writing out my admissions essays (because it's going to take a long long time) and picking out the schools I want to go to, and my mom's just like. She literally said to me, you're going to apply to this school and that school, and I'm like. Mom. You can't just tell me which schools to go to! And then, y'know, we got into an argument, because she wants me to go to Harvard, and I really really really don't. She's picking out all these, these Ivy League schools, and those are the schools I want to go to the least. I mean, I can understand that my mom wants me to go to the best schools, but she's not listening to me. It frustrates me. I'd like to think I have some choice in this.
Ugh, whatever. I'm just really sick of all this.
Anyway, I just got Shinedown's "Sound of Madness" album, which makes me so happy. So I'm going to go plug myself into my radio, listen to Shinedown's angstier songs, and generally just emo out until I feel better.
Speaking of Shinedown, me and Julie (Julie and I) pumped Shinedown in my minivan in the middle of the hospital parking lot after us volunteers got let out. It was a lot of fun, being able to hang with her. I haven't seen her since the beginning of summer.
And speaking of the hospital, Brendan has promised me Breaking Benjamin autographs, and the possibility of tickets. I'm estatic.
Oh. I really better go to sleep. Tomorrow, everyone's actually going to home in the morning, so I'm going to make banana waffles and some regular waffles so I can put some of our fresh strawberries on top. It'll be so good. And, hopefully, there'll be enough bananas left over to make bread. I'm so excited, even if I can't eat any of it. (5 more pounds, and I can use my "gourmet" cupcake and muffin mix...*drool*)
Fuck. Now I want to eat fruit (and we have so much now....grapes, cantalope, freaking watermelon) and this late night snacking has to stop.
- Mood:
hungry - Music:If Only You Knew - Shinedown
HELL YES BABY. Now this is a goddamn storm.
Even if it did only last five minutes.
But man! Was is raining. Nice touch of thunder here and there, too. No lightning, so pity, but at least I can run outside in the rain without worrying about being turned into Lightning Fried Human.
Ugh, but the humidity's going to go up again. I swear, I think it's around 90% now. *cry*
You know, this entire summer has been around the 60s, and suddenly it spikes up into the 90s.
Bonus: The only spot in this entire house that gets a wireless signal (praise the lord for everyone with a wireless network called link-sys g) also happens to be the hottest/humidiest.
I reek.
I also just literally spent four hours playing Final Fantasy VII. Which, by the way, is the best game ever.
I'm so glad I let my older sister talk me into downloading it onto my laptop. The first time I changed a character's name, my sister kinda just stared at me and I was like, what? They give me the option of changing their names, I'm going to change their names!
And she was like, Shaniqua?
And I was like, if I'm gonna change their names, I'm gonna have fun with it.
So, uh, yeah. Cloud is Wesson, Barrett is Barret, Tifa is Shaniqua, Aeris is Ae-rith, and Red XIII is Devon,. I wish I'd given Barrett and Aeris better names. Also, that comma after Devon is actually supposed to be there. It was a typo at first, but I kinda like it. xD
Also, I have decided that Dean is a sweet sweet boy and needs to be coddled.
xD
In other news, I've been drooling over ce0812's gallery for, like, the past hour. He (I think it's a he, anyway) draws extremely gratifying wincest (among other things). It's basically porn. I'm going to attempt to put some of the pictures under a cut....( here ), so those who don't like wincest, those who are in public places, or those who don't like NC-17 are safe. :)
Although, it bothers me slightly, because I swear I recognize the art style. I'm normally fairly good at identifying my favorite artists, but this has just been eluding me. I don't think I've seen ce0812's art before, I think his style reminds me of a manga style somewhere. Kinda Bleach, I guess.
(Another artist that's been driving me crazy is cake-is-lie. I think I've seen KH art by a similar (the same?) artist.)
I should probably sleep.
I dunno, I just don't sleep anymore. Well. Not at night. Like, I don't think I've gone to bed before 4 this entire week.
Oops?
I should also probably write up something 'bout LeadAmerica before I forget. I still so mad my photo SD card got fried. I mean, I had a picture of me holding a brain. Brain, man. It was totally going to be my profile pic.
I think my mom wants me to make up a powerpoint or something. I'm going to have to steal some pictures from everybody else.
*sigh*
If I'm going to be up so late I should probably spend this time fixing up my application essays. Which I started in the spring and still aren't done. I'm fantastic.
God, I'm going to fail life.
- Location:According to LJ, in Hudson
- Music:Button - The Weeks
So, yeah. I'm eating cereal for dinner at midnight. I'm the fucking healthiest person on this planet.
At least I'm getting the recommended amounts of calcium.
- Music:Too Bad - Nickelback
And no, I am most definitely
Also, does strikethrough have a shortcut key? Y'know, like how CTRL+B is bold, CTRL+I is italics....
Why I get stared at when I eat:
- I eat the bottom of my muffins first (always!), then use a spoon to carve out (and eat) the inside of the top, and then the crust last.
- I always eat the icing off (fudge) brownies first.
- Ditto goes for cupcakes.
- I used a knife and fork to cut out the middle of my cookies so I can eat that first and leave the outside ring intact.
- I will always mix/mash up my cake before I eat it. Looks nasty, tastes great!
- Unless it's ice-cream cake. Those I eat inside-out. Cookie-crumble, ice-cream, icing. :D
I wanna watch a mooooooooooovie, but I don't know what to watch. :P
I mean, I've got Love, Actually and 27 Dresses right now, but apparently Love, Actually is a Christmas movie, and I don't watch chick flicks by myself. Which means I have to wait until Friday to watch because my older sister said she'd watch with me but she works weekdays and doesn't want to stay up late (who watches movies in the afternoon?) so Friday it is. I want, like, a comedy/action movie. More explosions, less romantic-ness. Rawr.
In other news, my scroll bar is working again! Yay!
- Location:Same Place as Always
- Music:She Says - Unwritten Law
1. Go skydiving
2. Get wasted
3. HOOKA!
4. TP someone's house
5. ...and I forget. I always forget this one.
I kinda just realized that the only thing (basically) I've used this journal for (posting-wise) is to complain. xD
Oh well. Don't like, don't read.
Also, my WIPs are never going to get done and if I really want to lose those 20 pounds of excess fat I probably shouldn't go to Chipotle tonight. Lol, whatever.
And I really haven't gotten anything done. xP Give me an entire day to do what I need to and nothing will get done. Give me a short deadline, and then things get done. Yay. Also, don't interrupt me when I'm writing things (like my pseudo-college admission essay) because if I stop I'll never start again. Hooray! (Not.)
On a sidenote, I've got this scroll-bar-thing on the side of my touchpad (working off my laptop here) and it's not working. It does that occasionally and I don't know why. Drives me crazy, I'll tell you that much. Rawr.
The serenity to accept the things that make me want to admit myself in the loony bin just to make people (read: my mother) leave me alone.
The courage to not microwave my brain when I can't get people (read: my mother) to leave me alone.
And the wisdom to know how to avoid people (read: my mother) and/or deflect conversation so they
LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.
Amen.
I swear, I will go batshit insane.
Whenever I feel overly large amounts of dysfunction/purposeful misinterpretation, I wait for everyone to fall asleep and then sneak outside to bike around (or run, now that I can admit to myself it really isn't that bad) in the dark. In the middle of the street. Hey, look! I'm already insane (and suicidal, apparently). But whatever. Then I sneak back inside and cry myself into an emo/self-pitying funk. I'm kinda pathetic, have you noticed? (I've actually only done it twice. It's the closest I've ever gotten to this supposed "sneaking out" we teenagers do. I live on the wild side. Rawr.)
Goddamit, why can't people just leave me to ruin my own life in peace? Yes, I know school starts in two months. Yes, I know I'm fat, thanks for pointing that out. Yes, I know you asked me to finish writing my pseudo-resume three months ago. Yes, I know I don't have any leadership abilities and/or experiences where I exhibit leadership-like behavior. Yes, I know I know I KNOW GODDAMMIT.
All I want in life. Is a good, stable job with a decent-sized income as an emergency medical doctor and/or a paramedic. A flat, maybe in Chicago (I'd love to stay in Westlake, really, but unless I want to live above Crocker, there aren't any flats here). I want to go to Case Western or Toledo or Cincinnati or Northwestern and get a Masters and work-study as a paramedic. I want to never have a boyfriend, never get married, never have kids. I want to have a roommate who will be a best friend who will maybe let me mooch off her when I low on cash. I want a cat, maybe two, maybe three that I can call Smith, Wesson, and Loki. I want to have enough free time to read. I want a small garden with a lot of color. I want to have a card at every library within a 50 mile radius. I want to live decently.
I don't want a big house. I don't want a husband. I don't want a family. I don't want to make a million dollars. I don't want to go to Harvard, or Princeton, or Stanford. I don't want to host big parties in big fancy hotels. I don't want to be famous. I don't want to be a big name physician with a thousand degrees. I don't want a walk-in closet filled with fancy dresses and shoes and skirts and shirts. I don't want to be successful. I don't want to live large. Hell, I don't even want to be happy. Just content.
Goddammit. Why can't I just want what I have now? Why do I have to want more? I don't understand.
I just want to be me. Why can't you understand?
- Mood:upset
To make things worse, my adblock being a douche again and blocking things it really shouldn't be blocking. I seriously don't understand my adblock, so I've just been disabling it. Tch.
In other news, my mother's neurotic. But that's nothing new.
Anyway, turns out I'm about 20ish pounds overweight (my life is basically completely sedentary. The only exercise I get is walking around when the house and school. Not even school since it's summer now). Anyway, so my sister's been dragging me out to go exercise everyday when she gets back from work. Well, she goes exercise. I don't have membership at the rec center, so I just bike around the .91 mile bike track. For about an hour. My ass hurts. D:
Speaking of a job, I'm a senior (wow that's weird to type) and I don't even have a job. I'm going to be living with my mom until one of us dies. How depressing. I was supposed to be getting a summer job working as a secretary/office aide at some medical building, but the lady never called back and I kinda forgot the name of the company so. I'm pathetic.
Also, my WIP is really not going anywhere. It would probably help if I bothered looking at it. Whatever. I feel as if I should contribute more, but. I really can't be bothered. Am I lazy? I think I am.
Oh! That reminds me. I have pledged to stop being a lurking lurker that stalks and actually start commenting on the stories I read. But. It's not going so well. I've got
with_a_kay 's Big Bang (My Name Is Trouble) up and the comment box open but. Uh. Nothing typed in yet. I dunno, I always feel so weird commenting on Livejournal. I mean, I know commenting on LJ really is no different than leaving reviews on FF.net, but. I dunno, I really don't. I've always kinda felt that commenting on peoples' livejournals is for, y'know, people they actually know. It's just kinda awkward for me.I also really need a new background. Something a little less, oh I dunno, wannabe-emo? Something with actual color.
Speaking of color, my mother and I (well, just my mom actually) are redoing the garden (it's not so much as garden as four islands of flowers and weird plant things and tomatoes ringing our lawn). By redoing I mean weeding and planting more flowers. I want to get more flower flowers. I mean my mom's got a lot of plants, but they're all green. I want color dammit. We've got the infestation of white roses and the lilies (when they bloom) and this weird flower stick thing, but that's not enough. They're all basically all in the same place (except the lilies, but those are all by the patio). I kinda wanted some blue flowers (forget-me-nots?) in the back but then I figured if I wanted more color I should probably go with something less subtle. Y'know, more red and orange and shit. Or, y'know, corn. I've always wanted to grow corn. Shut up. I live in Ohio. What more do you expect of me?
- Music:Say Anything (Else) - Cartel
I mean, I've got all the requirements for a good storm. Darkness, music, milk and a snack, and something good to read, my mother calling to make sure I'm not drowning..... it's a good day.
If the storm keeps up for more than five minutes, that is. >.>
It's already letting up. D:<
WHY?! WHY IS IT SO HARD TO GET A DECENT THUNDERSTORM NOWADAYS?!?!?! Hurricanes, come back! *cries*
- Location:In Front of the Fan
- Mood:
ecstatic - Music:Meant to Live - Switchfoot
I also need/(really really) want a new username. Something less stupid. XP I have no idea what I was thinking, using that. I think it sounded better in my head (almost everything does). *sigh* I suck at coming up with usernames.
Also, I've more or less run out of motivation for my story. That always happens. :p
Which is why all my stories are normally written on-the-spot, all in one go. Ho hum. (That might explain why they suck, too.)
I suppose I'll go back to it sooner or later. It was a good story (in my head).
Hmm. What was I going to say? Oh, right!
I also need some more suitably Supernatural-related icons (Supernatural including Jensen and Jared and anyone of their other characters they've played. :D). Mayhaps I can steal the Cad lab computers to make some. Hmmm. I think Kutz would maybe shoot me though. Maybe, maybe not.
My memory's going. Or it's always been gone. That's probably more likely. Tch. I'm like the crazy old dude from Death of a Salesman. (It's a boring boring play. Arthur MIller sucks.)
- Mood:
apathetic
Unfortunately, it means putting my haiku story on hold (it's halfway done! :D) but I really really really like this one. I've actually started to think it out too! xD (Is that a testament to how bad a writer I am that all my stories have been completely spontaneous?). Don't have any idea what the title will be, though. :\ Only thing I can think of is "Come Hell or High Water" but that doesn't make any sense for this story.
D:
Here's a peek. ;)
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Lucy, Lucifer, goddammit, only giggled again and leered at Dean. "Oh, you can spear me with your sword whenever you want, babyface."
Oh god," Sam said, flinching, "He's got worse pickup lines than you do."
--
It's going to be Lucy/God and maybe Sam/Dean. I'm going to Hell for this one.
Meet y'all downstairs, then.
;D
- Mood: hungry
- "I'm gonna do you a public service and let you know you overshare"
- Red suspenders. Need I say more?
- Slicked back hair.
- "Save it for the health club", "Look, man, I told you, I'm not into the, uh..." (Uh huh, right. ;D)
- Blue suspenders. With what looked like diamonds on them. With a tie that really doesn't match. xD Oh I love your color blindness and inability to dress yourself. It's so cute!
- *Purrs* Buttoning up your shirt in your office (is that skin?).
- Calling Sam Sammy, even when you think you don't know him.
- And the list goes on...
And if I may attempt to psychoanalyze the moment, can I say that after killing Sandover, Sam and Dean have the wonderful-est subconscious moment? Here you've got Sammy, and all he wants is his big brother back, and he's so very very lonely and lost and he's reaching out to Dean ("I know you'") but Dean's angry and so very very lonely and lost and feels like no one understands him anymore, least of all himself ("Know me? You don't know me pal"). *squees* Oh boys. I love you so very very much. :D
Anyway, getting to the point of my heading, if I ever want to off myself in an incredibly gruesome and painful manner, I now know how to fry my brain in a microwave. Joy. (I totally called that pencil thing. Also, stabbing oneself in the neck with stick-like objects? Totally old-school. There was this one Jackie Chan movie [I think? One of the Asian karate dudes] where he stabs this one assassin/hitman dude with a pair of chopsticks. Now that's hardcore.)
So I got to follow my sister's friend to her Gen. Chem class in the morning and I have the hardest time trying to stay awake. It wasn't so much as the class was boring as I have days where sitting in a chair for extended periods of time will put me to sleep. I need to be up and walking or moving or something. The Chem teacher had this really thick accent. I don't know how anyone understands him.
They were learning about pH stuff and acids and bases and I could actually follow along pretty well. But after class, my sister's friend showed me around the science department (biology, chemistry) and the psychology department and the greenhouse. Yeah, greenhouse. I was surprised too. And then we went to lunch in the dining hall and talked about colleges and what to look for in terms of the student-teacher support network and relationship and whatnot. It was fun. Then I hung out in the dorm for awhile and then went to Case Center to look at the apple fair and hang out in the SGA (Student Government Association) office to watch my sister make a poster for her job. Then I took a really quick shower to wake myself up (I was falling asleep all over the place!) and followed my sister to her calculus class.
Oh! Detour time. It was so fucking nice outside. High 60's, lotsa sun, man! It was so fucking nice. I really wanted to go outside and just nap in the sun for a while.
Anyway, after calculus we went off into the green to look for my sister's friends because she wanted people to come with her when we went for sushi tonight and we ended up lying in the grass hanging for awhile. Well, my sister did. I just went to sleep on the grass. But I was sad because the wind had picked up and the sun had gone away and I really really wanted to nap in the warm warm sun but now the sun was gone and it was cold. *cries*
But it was okay. Friday was Skidmore's like, Spring Fling or whatever and they were having a "Barbeque" (which was more like a grill) and they grilled hotdogs and hamburgers and a student rock band played for a while and it was nice. But it got really windy and I had to go inside to put on a hoodie. But I picked up a hamburger (which was so good) and we went inside to watch Bones for a while. And then it was time for my sister to go to this one scholarship reception whatever and she left but then she came back and was like "we can't go for sushi because they want me to actually attend the scholarship dinner" (read: talk with rich old white men so they gave us money) and gave her friends my number in case they still wanted to go and didn't mind having me tag along.
*cries* So I didn't get any sushi because they never called but we ended up figuring out they tried texting me but I don't get texting *cries some more*
So no sushi. :(
But my sister came back and we went to go see this a capella group (Drastic Measures) and it was so fucking funny. The "theme" was safari so they had, like, this introductory video where they pretended to be different animals and it was really really funny. Then they sang (and they were really really good) and there was an intermission where "Skidomedy", the Skidmore comedy troupe, put on a little show which was funny, and Drastic Measures came back and sang. They were really good. But I said that already. They did a lot of good songs, too, like Jason Mraz and Hellogoodbye and Regina Spektor.
Anyway, we finished that and went off in search of cake for my sister but they didn't sell cake anywhere so we ended up getting icecream down in the Spa, which is like this cafe/convenience store type thing with a big, like, lobby thing with tables and nonesuch and we ended up hanging with a couple of my sister's friends. Which was fun because we ended up talking about ghosts and possessions and hauntings and then joked about going into the woods (camping?) and holding a seance for the ghost of this one girl who died in a dorm fire. But we ended up not having the seance but we went to one of my sister's friend's house (on-campus housing) and hanging there until, like, two. In the morning. It was a lot of fun. :)
- Mood: sleepy
It feels like a wrenched out my knee. You remember those state-sized bruises I've been complaining about? Yeah, they make bending down/crouching painful but today when I was getting my sweatpants out of my suitcase I swear I pulled something getting back up. I couldn't straighten my knee for, like, ten minutes. Geez.
Anyhoo, totally a not good start to the morning. I think. I don't really remember anymore. I think it...wait, no. Not a good morning. I don't really remember why it was so bad except we woke up late (but that can't be all of it...) but I know it was a bad morning because I felt the need to break out my good luck socks. (The knee-high rainbow striped ones. :D)
Uhm, let's see. Played around on the computer until lunch (I kinda feel bad for completely wasting all my time here on the computer instead of following some people 'round D:) and then my sister got one of her friends to babysit me. Keisha is my newest best friend. Remember how I said I met some fellow fanficcers at that "Gaysian in America" speech yesterday? Well, that was Keisha. Keisha also has the greatest yaoi collection than anyone I know (and yes, even you Haley). Apparently, 50% of the boys here at Skidmore are gay. I kinda really want to go to Skidmore, just for the gay men. ;D There's also a massive yaoi/slash fangirl base here. Met a couple of them (Keisha's friends).
Anyway, afterwards, I kinda got yelled at for wasting the majority of my stay here cooped up in a dorm room, which I actually deserved. :\
But we ordered out for dinner (subs) and then went to go see this "West African Drumming" class recital, which was pretty awesome. Then we detoured over to Case Center for icecream (for my sister) and a smoothie (for me). Then it was back to the dorm room to watch Bones from two weeks ago. It was such a sad episode. D:
Anyway, I've actually gotten around to scheduling something to do tomorrow, so. :)
As sad as I am that my vacation is coming to an end really really soon, I'm really looking forward to Friday cuz we're going to get sushi.
*droolz*
Sushi!
- Location:My Sister's Dorm Room (Again...)
- Mood: cold
- Music:Indestructible - Disturbed
Also, the bruise on my forearm (from the bathroom sink) is swelling. And slightly pink. Is that natural? It hurts. It doesn't help that it's located in the very middle of my forearm, y'know, where I put my arms when I lean against a railing? Or table? Or chair? Or anything?
Anyway, how much did I say in the last post? Whatever. Left alone most of the day, took a solo tour, sunned in the green with a book, etc, etc.
At about 8, my sister and I went to go see a speaker, Rich Kiamco, who gave the conference/speech/whatever "Gaysian in America" which wasn't really about being gay, but more about accepting who you are and whatnot. I actually really enjoyed myself. He was pretty funny. :D
Also, I met two fellow fanficcers and we got to talking after the speech. It was really really fun.
And then I helped my sister put up bathroom posters, the ones you tape inside stalls? I think they have names, but I don't really remember. Along the way we stopped by the "Case Center" in the middle of Skidmore and there was a talent show going on for the prospies who were visiting today, so we stopped to watch them until, like, 11pm. Some of them were pretty good. There was a hip-hopper, gospel choir, poetry readings, Irish dancing, Indian traditional dancing, ballet, etc.
So now I'm in my sister's dorm room getting ready for bed and listening to my sister get gooey with her boyfriend. xD
Anyway, all in all a good day. :)
...Forgot to call my mom and say happy birthday. I'm a horrid daughter. D:
- Location:My Sister's Dorm Room
- Mood: cheerful
- Music:The First Single - The Format
Anyway, today's going pretty well. Mostly on my own since my sister has classes and all today, so she's pretty busy. I'm going to go take a solo tour around campus and see if I can find the library. Although, I ran into, like, everything this morning. I'm not even kidding. Woke up (I'm sleeping on my sister's window seat, btw. It's not big, but it's big enough. I've slept in smaller. IE: Under a pool table with four other people.) and tripped over a pile of bedsheets/pillowcases on the floor and rammed my kidneys into the corner of the desk. Tripped getting out of the shower and wacked my forearms into the edge of the sink. Slipped going out of the bathroom. Rammed my thigh into the bookshelf walking back into the room. Yeah. Not too much fun.
But I totally had this massive waffle (with whipped cream!) for breakfast, so it's all totally okay.
I say "totally" a lot. I should probably cut back on that.
Weather's nice here (sunny, supposed 60s later today) so sucks for y'all back home. Heard it was raining pretty hard. :P
Anyway, my head hurts, so I think I'm going to take that tour now. Ta!
- Location:In My Sister's Dorm Room
- Music:My Mind's Eye - Sirenia
Also, I've decided I might as well go by "Pon" now. Pon-chan, really but I'm just too lazy to type "-chan". :P
5:30 am, On an Amtrak Train, on the Outskirts of Cleveland
Welcome to Pon’s EPIC ROAD TRIP .
So, t’give everybody who may or may not be reading this (I’m leaning towards the latter, m’self) I’m undertaking this EPIC JOURNEY to visit my older sister during my spring break at her college (Skidmore, Saratoga Springs [near Albany {which, sorry to any Albanians, but it’s a crappy city…even more so than Cleveland}, and is the {I think} site of the beginning of the women’s rights movement]). I’m pretty sure I just broke, like, five different punctuation rules there.
Anyway, this is my first time on a train (and not a subway or scenic train ride, both of which I’ve only been on once) and I totally tripped like fourteen times getting on the train. Eh. It’s not bad, actually (the train). I get a seat by myself since there aren’t a lot of people on this car. I don’t know why, but for the strangest reason I expected it (the train) to look like a subway car. Y’know, automatic doors, plastic seats, the works. I mean, I knew that’s not how it was going to be, but myeh.
I should probably be looking out the window right now, enjoying the view and whatnot, but there’s not much to see. The outskirts of Cleveland aren’t exactly the most aesthetic. Also, it’s like, dark o’thirty (:D That’s my newest favorite phrase).
It’s really hard to type. The train rattles around a lot, so I’m like, vibrating up and down (along with all the rest of my stuff). It’s kind of funny, but my first reaction when the train started moving was to find a seatbelt. *sigh* I don’t know if that’s funny or just sad.
Also, my feet are falling asleep.
I think I should probably take a nap or something, seeing as how I got like, four hours of sleep, but that’s never stopped me before and I took a bath (shower, whatever) before we left for the train station so I’m basically wide awake.
There’s something metal rattling around in the overhead behind me, and it’s really annoying. I could always just turn my music up (I’m wearing headphones, chill) but. I don’t know. Don’t really feel like it. I’m actually in the process of ripping all my CDs into my laptop. I kind of don’t want to, because right now there’s barely anything on it (my laptop) and I’d like to keep it that way so it doesn’t slow down and all but I’m hoping to maybe get all my CDs on my MP3 someday. But until then, I shall forge on using antiquated CD players that no one sells/makes anymore. Oh well.
I feel like a blogger. :P Probably because I am, but it’s still a strange feeling.
PS: Y’know how your computer asks you to name your USB/MP3/whatever you stick in (that’s what she said)? I totally named mine Loverboi. J I dunno, I thought it was funny. :D You probably don’t care, but whatever.
6:41 am, Still On an Amtrak Train, Where the fuck-ever, Ohio
At least, I’m pretty sure we’re still in Ohio. It’s only been a little over an hour.
And yuck. We totally just ran over a skunk. Man, it reeks. Ugh.
Sun’s come up now. Kinda wish it’d have stayed dark longer. View’s not too great. :P
Didn’t get to see the sun break the horizon (too many trees in the way), but the sunrise is pretty nice.
9:14 am, Trying-To-Find-A-Comfortable-Position on an Amtrak Train Seat, Somewhere in the Countryside
Oh, ow. So I finally managed to get some sl–HOLY MOTHER OF THE EASTER BUNNY!
…
Wow! Sorry. Just passed another train, and wow the train’s are really really close.
Anyway. I got a couple hours of sleep and let me tell you. Sleeping in train seats is not the best place to fall asleep. My shoulder hurts. Not to mention I’m pretty sure I have creases in my face. Oh well.
Hey! I should count cows. :D I don’t th-GAH! TRAIN.
*whaps hand over heart* Sorry! I startle easily.
Anyway, I don’t think I’m in Ohio anymore Toto. I’m pretty sure the crops outside are corn (Ohio’s s’all ‘bout the corn) but it’s been four hours and I should be in Albany by 2. So.
*shrug*
9:34 am, Running-Out-Of-Witty-Locations On an Amtrak Train, Definitely not in Ohio
Yeaaaah. Not in Ohio anymore. Not even close, considering the fact that the conductor just announced we’re in Rochester now. XP
Almost there.
12:13 am, On an Train (But Not an Amtrak One), Somewhere In New York (the state)
So I brought along Season three of Numb3rs to watch during the trip (season three because the library didn’t have season one nor season two), and the opening soundtrack kind of sounds like the opening soundtrack to Supernatural. Y’know, that whooshing sound. Maybe I’m just crazy.
I wonder if anyone slashes Don and Charlie. They probably do. Why is it always brothers? Dean and Sam, Don and Charlie, Nathan and Peter…
Man, I am not looking forward to the four hour wait between getting to Albany and leaving for Saratoga. XP
2:36 pm, Back From Exploring an Amtrak Train, Somewhere Between Syracuse and Albany
I kind of wish I took this trip closer to summer. New York’s got some breathtaking scenery (Ithaca, anyone?) but everything’s brown and green-less since winter just ended and all. I’m thinking the scenery would be so much better if the trees had leaves and the grass was green and whatnot. I’m actually not quite sure how far we are from Albany, since our train got delayed a while back (one track, five trains, you do the math) and my ticket says arrival time was estimated to be 2:40, so I’m guessing we’ll get to Albany by maybe 3:15.
To tell you the truth, I’m really not looking forward to the two, three hour wait in Albany for my next train. I saw a bit of Albany when we dropped my older sister off at college the first time and let me tell you, what I saw wasn’t very pleasant. It reminds me of the worst parts of Cleveland. :P
Also, I keep switching between “I” and the royal “we”. Hmm.
6:30 pm, Not On an Amtrak Train (But In an Train Station [I Don't Think it's an Amtrak one...]), Albany
So, the Albany train station is kinda really really nice. Like, wow nice. Big, open, spacious and really colorful and bright. Ceiling-to-floor windows, funny shaped skylights, tourist shops, cafes...reminds me of the airport, just smaller, brighter, less hectic, more colorful....so really nothing like an airport.
You probably don't want to know this, but train bathrooms? Nasty pieces of shit. Smells like it too.
(It's this one!)
Anyway. (coughs) I've just discovered (or developed) a suit kink. It's awful. Well. *smirks* Not really. But still. *sighs* He's just so pretty.
(Sleek, straight, sharp lines....mmmmmmmmmmmm)
*giggles* Oh Dean. I swear, this fandom is ruining my life. *giggles* I'm a horrid fangirl. ;)
In semi-related news, I really really really like Dean's brown Henley, red overshirt and black coat. But I hate his red flannel (which may or may not have anything to do with the fact that it's what Dean was wearing AHBL 2). Grr.
And I may or may not have a kind for sick!Dean or Dean-whumpage. :D Someone needs to take care of the poor boy (*coughcoughhinthint Sammy! Get off your ass and save your brother.)
And in completely unrelated news, I'm sitting inside my closet (which is very uncomfortable, don't try this at home, kids) and my laptop (which is sitting on my lap) is burning holes in my lap. Ah well.
(All photos courtesy of Jensenated)
- Location:Hiding inside my closet
- Mood:lovestruck
- Music:Buttons - The Weeks
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