I'm sure this is what everyone is hoping for... A post about my last blog...
Or just for me to shut-up. Yeah, or...~
Anyways, yesterday I went out to Duluth, Minnesota, all day for a doctors appointment and to get one of probably three school uniforms. But in the end, I didn't really get anything, my sister got over $50.00 of things from Hot Topic (Which she said they don't have in England. So I take back my thoughht lf living there.), and my mom got a body lotion that is Dragonfruit and something else-smell, from Ulta (popular beauty store).
It was overall really boring, though the ride out, like my mom and sister commented, it was like I had never been outside in my life.. I got about 45 minutes of sleep, maybe, so like when we went to Kwik-Trip (gas station) before leaving the town we live in, and Hannah and I were waiting in the store, I kept laughing a lot, and she only got like an hour of sleep so she was a grump-a-lump, and I was super pippy-long-stockings happy, and throughout the day (oh my god, you had to be ere when we went to Office Max, I almost fell on the floor laughing, there...), at least from my view and remembering of yesterday, she kept being really funny so I would kind of draw attention to myself in public by laughing.
When we were in the first elevator down from the hospital, before we went to any stores, there were two doctors dressed like they were going in surgery (or going to do it, I mean), and they kept pointing out how my sister Hannah's hair was like this: "It must be cold out there. Your hair changed color because of the weather. It's like ice." And they said more, but they kept talking among them-two-selves back and forth while there were about I'd say eight people on the elevator. My sister's hair is fully sea-green or she says "minty" (it's very light because she lightened the dye with conditioner), and then the front part, inspired by a picture, has lines of a lightened purple (same conditioner thing).
No one ever brings up my hair in public, so I made that comment after we got to Floor 1 and left the elevator, saying "It's so annoying how they're always like 'OMG, how did you get your hair like that??' and 'Your hair is so pretty. Like, I'm jealous.' and 'I was thinkinng about doing that with my hair, *flaunts hair*, but right now it's just these highlights (streaks).' or they look at you, like you say (my sister), 'Like you're some alien.' then you're like 'WTF man? Is it really so weird that I have colorful hair. Like, fuck..'." And then Hannah comments with, "Well if I only died the ends of my hair, no one would notice either."
Like NO SHIT SHERLOCK, Hannah, but that doesn't make me feel any better!!
Is what I said in my head–^–only briefly rolling my eyes to show it on the outside.
And then, while we neared the lunch-hall kind of area thing-a-ma-jig (walking to the parking lot area), the two doctors came behind us, and they started talking about Hannah's hair again while we walked to the (I think it's called?) skywalk thinger-bridge thinger(with windows?)? Well yeah, okay. So then, even though they were behind us on the elevator, they regarded my hair too, one saying "Oh look! And she has blue on the bottom!" and yes, they actually talked in a believable-sarcastic sounding manner the whole time, and they started a whole conversation together about my hair after saying stuff about comparing Hannah's hair and mine, then coming up with a nickname, then only kind of changing the subject as I heard their voices go towards the counter in the eating/lunch area.
So that made me kind of happy, along with the rest of the first-half of the day.
When we had gotten on the road past the new stoplights part before you get to the highway that leads to the big lighted bridge over Lake Superior (which is also one of the US's Great Lakes), we passed this burgundy (Yeah-I probably spelt that wrong. Because it doesn't look right.) car, and the driver was this teen guy that was really cute, and then I turned from the window and looked at the big huge fricken ships ey have down there below us, leading up to the bridge, and then he got ahead of us and I stopped trying to look his way, and yeah, just, erm, we kept passing then falling behind and yata yata WHATEVER.
Then before (I am going all over the place, *headesk* like seriously..) the whole elevator-with-doctors-hair-talk-etc thinger, we had left the area we had our appointment, but were still on that floor, and my mom and sister needed to go to the bathroom, and I didn't 'cause I went before the appointment with my mom, and so I sat on this chair/bench on the wall near the bathrooms, and my sister had her backpack she takes everywhere and my mom had her bag that has all of this paperwork and 'important stuff' she said, in it, on either side of me, and left for like EVER, (but not, yeah..), and I heard people coming from my left like we had, and doctors and specilists et cetera were coming from these locked doors on my right, plus someone was doing a hearing test with the door open, in front of my diagnally to the right, and then I heard this chick with a voice that just says "bitchy-rich-teen-chick" and her–I thought–boyfriend said only like two words, and I wanted to know what she looked like because I was curious and wanted to know if my judgement would seem more right or totally wrong, and then I saw "her boyfriend" and it was like time stopped, and he looked almost completely like the guy in the car while we crossed over the MN (Minnesota) border to Duluth, so yes he was so cute (*inside screams of remembering and crushing*), but he was dressed differently with, all I could see cos I only looked at his face, a blue sweater that was completely the same color as the sweatshirt my sister wore yesterday, and his hair was light brown... well ok, so then he leaned on the wall in front of me, but by the corner, and was probably waiting for something, and maybe "his girlfriend" was the one talking and laughing with that group of adult guys, but then again I never saw her in the first place because he had caught my attention (I haven't crushed on anyone's LOOKS in a long ass motherfuckin' time so er, SHYAW IT WAS EPIC!!!), but so–hahahah now after that description it seemed like I just stared at him, but no–I looked at him for probably five to ten, maybe fifteen seconds. And then I looked away, blushing, and just kind of did my usual "soak in my surroundings" while looking in the other direction/two the right, and I would see him out of the corner of my eye sometimes to see if he was still there, and even after the girl left, he was. And I kept thinking, running through my mind "I like Halfschool. I annoy people with my thoughts about Halfschool. I should totally blog about these two guys, you know what, I WILL. ..But I like HALFSCHOOL. It's not like this guy knows anything about me! *thinks about post 'postcard From Paris•'* Wow this really reminds me of what I answered Rewi about 'I only see guys at places like hospitals and mental health/therapy places.' My own proof=Tada!! *giggle* Oh right, think HALFSCHOOL. *looks at guy out of corner of eye [Hey that rhymes!]* But he's so cute... Oh! NO! You call Halfschool cute and adorable and stuff, you cannot call some stranger THESE THINGS!!! What am I thinking?! Gosh damn holy shit, Naomi, you are talking to yourself in your thoughts. This is what you are thinking! What am I saying?? Damn man... Anyways, that guy is soooo cute! *thought of Benjamin* The HELL!!!??? BENJAMIN!?!? I'm trying to forget about Busy Seagull! and my whole long crush on him! That crush kind of totally ruined my first dating relationship–not saying it wasn't a good thing we broke up–and also, HE'D NEVER THINK LIKE THAT OF MMEEE!!!! O.0 Ergh..!! But anyways, I AM kind of imagining that this is what he looks like, even though I thought he had a little bit shorter hair, like other Southern guys, before.. No, no. I you think this guy is cute, *thought of Halfschool*, think of Halfschool. Because that totally fits his personality I see. He looks mice and normal on the outside, then (If ever, I met him in RL) in person, and you can kind of see at first sight, he doesn't really talk much to you, but he does talk a lot because he isn't SHY and he said he isn't ANYWAY, and I know he talks to just about everyone–trying to start convos et cetera–but to me. And like in my book, the character I based off of him–always giving the me-based character a cold shoulder–yeah that's totally what this guy looks like right now, but he has a sort of cutely-failed sweet side, and he actually DOES have feelings and can get emotional (though lots of times, Halfschool can seem like a blockhead. *hahah*). ...And he's an open person, straight-forward, when he has something REAL as an opinion or something to say about anything he hears or is told. *looks at guy out of corner of eyes, again* Yeah, totally right on point. Plus, Halfschool is half-Russian *smiles on the outside when memory of when he said that and what I said and he answered, after he told me that fact about him* and Russian guys can have light brunette hair, right??!? *facepalm in mind* Errrrm... I don't remember. Oh, oh, oh!!! But Tsar Nicholas II had dark brunette hair it looked like, when I saw the black and white (and grey) photos of him! *snicker in mind* Hah, then Kieran–*cough cough cough* HALFSCHOOL would tooooootally fit in the catagory of looks, and what I think is hot. *imagination runthrough, shortly* Ah, no darnit! But, for some reason I keep thinking that he'll just turn out to be friggin' BLONDE if or when I ever somehow see what he really looks like... DAMN. Blonde is not my forte on the hotness meter. Did that just make sense? Not really, Naomi. But yeah, huh, whatever... I just always went for brunette guys, but no biggy... I still like him for his personality.. You can look past at when—OH MY GOD how am I even going to reach the stage of friendly enough he would even somehow let me know his damn frigging hair color!?! What an idiot.. I totally am...*sigh* Anyways.......*drifts out of thoughts; looks at guy out of corner of eye, kind of turning towards him a little bit that time, again*"
So then I turned to the right, and stopped looking at him afterwards, because my eyes felt really dry and watered up out of nowhere which happens to me in the most fuckin' AWKWARD MOMENTS lately... So I tried to wipe the tears before they rolled down my cheeks, and as I did, with my very frizzy hair–yesterday–over the side of my face so he couldn't see as his eyes would drift towards me sometimes, and a young, probably 22-25-27 aged guy in a wheelchair that was motorized or whatever pulled up to just where the corner of the wall was, to the bathrooms, and stopped, and I remember thinking that that could be me or my brother, (our conditions)(Plus he looked like us, too, because of his dark-dark brunette hair and tanned skin {Okay yeah maybe more like my brother, cos you all know what I look like and my skin AIN'T NO CLOSE TO OLIVE anymore!! xD}), and then suddenly after kind of smiling at him small and probably totally unnoticable, my face went blank and I got so embarassed again and was like "holy f, what if he needs help or something and that cute guy comes over....? (As IF, right??)", and he was still just stopped there and it looked like he was trying to move the wheelchair but couldn't, and then I was desperately calling/wishing in my head "Oh my gosh, guys, get out now so we can go!l What if that actually happened?! Oh my god, just come! You're both taking forever, seriously!!" and more like that, and then people started leaving the bathrooms, guys and girls, and even this mom with her really young toddler daughter who ended up going into the hearing test room, but it took them forever and the guy (in wheelchair) had gotten to the bathroom already, and THEN they both finally came out and like always my mom said "Ready to go now?" which is so obvious "YESSS!!!!".
Alright. So. Later on that day, right before we went to all of these stores, and then went to the mall (and I got to have MY FAVORITE TEA ahhhh!!!!!! ^-^ And now I know the whole name is "Samurai Chai Maté" and dudes, it is SO FRICKEN GOOD. Like seriously, and they have samples and they have that tea and another, which has oranges in it, outside of the awesome tea store, and they say the healthy benfits of the tea {It's either mine or the other, has the benefit of good skin.}), when we were going to order Olive Garden for dinner (so we could have it at home, cos where I live they suck and there is no Olive fricken Garden!!), my mom wanted to sit on these couches inside, near the Ulta, which we parked in front of, and I was like "Yeah RIGHT!!!" in my head, and there was a guy on the long couch across from us when we sat down that was on the phone whispering in what I thought was a foreign langauge (OK yeah this is America and in a way NO ONE AND NOTHING is foreign, but still to me: Yeah.) , but then he got a little louder when I heard it was english and there was no accent, so he was in fact American (or Canadian? Cos Minnesota is right at the border, and they had those pictures with a hole you can put your face in and take a picture, and they said on them something like "I migrated from Canada. Miller Hill Mall loves you!" because erm, uh yeah the picture was a BIRD body. So er, haha yeah. -_- So stupid... But anyway, so then he suddenly said "kill that motherfucking bitch !" and I was like "«.« , O.O , ».»" in my head and outside, and then my mom started whispering to us "we should move over there." And at first, I just heard him say "... fuck ... bitch ... ! ..." so I said to her "Wow mom, you swear the same way all the time and you're making this some big deal. That's really mean. And you wanted us to sit here in the first place. You're so stupid." And after she said a few repeated things I couldn't understand, at all, we all stood up, walked over past these few coin-rides, sat at these wooden seats that this old man was at alone originally, she ordered the Olive Garden food, I thought over and remembered all that I remember him saying, kept looking over without being to obvious as to why, and right before she hung up, I saw that he was still on the phone, mouth not moving and he was sitting where I was on the couch and I thought automatically and quickly "Oh motherfucker, he's going to kill us! We're next! He's going to somehow follow us home! And he's going to kill us when we get there, and it's really late...! Because I keep seeing the same people all throughout today, FUCK DUDE, FUCK!!!!!" because I thought at first when we started walking to the couches at he looked like a mob guy (I watched the newest episode that night before I took a shower, of this show and TYPE OF SHOW I never watch, called "Body Of Proof" and it was about a mob guy that ¡SPOILER! the mob guy kills his son because his son wanted to leave the family business.)... And then I thought, "Oh, maybe he's like those guys who do the sex-over-phone thing I saw Anne Hathaway play a part in a movie where hat was her job, she did that...!!! And he erm...yeah let's just not think about that. xD SHALL I!? XDD" But then I had a moment of si,ence in my brain and filled it with, "No. No. I think he is a mob guy... HOLY FUCK WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!!!!!" And I was waiting patiently for Hannah and mom to get up, after my mom kept asking "Do you want dessert?" while still on the phone because when she orders Olive Garden she gets me dessert cos Ipwhen I actually eat at the restaurant I always get the same pasta with marinara sauce and she says 'But we can just make that at home, and if we got it there it would just be yucky when we get back.' (She has the voice of a child and says words she used when we were younger or babies. ...So fucking annoying... Until she gets pissed, then her voice gets to where it should be at like age 12 and she swears worse then a sailor. Like my sister does.) But I rejected the offer because she said "Okay we'll go have lunch now." when we were going to the mall, but it never happened and I was really hungry.
Then after, when we were driving home she couldn't think of the name of this place we had apparently gone to before, and I could but didn't help her because I didn't want to eat and I was in my own thhoughts thinking about doing what I had for three days (I didn't have any water/anything to drink, and I literally went psycho-crazy it was so fucked up... Btw, that was during that time I had not gone on any mobile devices for over a week and stayed in my room doing nothing, then the day before I got my iPod back, {this was last year}, I wrote a letter to my blog readers, by hand, and still have not blogged about it. ».« I should really do that sometime...).
And then she called our neighbor who was the one who took us that one apparent time, and he finally remembered after forever and I remember thinking as a side thought to my thoughts "This is so stupid..", and we eventually went to the drive through in Superior, at Culver's (Btw, I lost weight from before, last year when I started being anerexic {spelt it wrong, I think}, my weight went from, 95, 89, 88, 87. Yeah, it's true... And when I got weighed at the hospital/Clinic yesterday I was, she said, "86 1/2 pounds/lbs." Apparently, she said, they expected me to get nearer to 100lbs., but seriously I always told myself when I was a kid and learned what "plump/fat" was from a spelling test, that I would always stay under 100 pounds. I thought that people, actually around 500lbs., were 100 pounds and over... because I had also just learned how to count to 100, so it seemed like a really big number. {Of course though, I always knew there were four-and on digit numbers, and I always wanted to learn how to count to them... It took me to like, sixth grade with my teacher Elaine L.} But so, my mom now wants me to eat more, so she suggested that {her quote} 'junk food' place because I didn't get anything for dinner from the restaurant, as well as wanting me to 'gain weight' or whatever the f—k). And holy crap, BEST CHICKEN EVER.
^^ Okay, so now obviously I am not murdered (at least YET), but we saw the old guy (actually, only I saw) drive past us on the road in Superior, who had been at the wooden chairs (secodn) we sat at, and so I think maybe the guys are together and were planning something and sat apart to seem like they were not mutual but they were. My first impression of him, however, was he was a nice guy... :/ It's sad.
My mom thinks that the creepy man was actually a drug dealer.
I think Hannah just agreed with her (when we had dinner that night).
So yuppers! ^o^ amy first time outside like all month, how not-exciting for you all to read, ehh??
xD Okay yeah; no that is not obvious at all! «.«
But so, that day was so Cloud 9 until the second half... Faugh!
Then it just got a whole lot weird, frustrating, and creepy as F***!!
I don't know how to end this, so I'll just flat-out say it: No one has voted on the poll so far, so I decided to yesterday, and I feel a lot more hated every day here, and uncomfortable to post, so I am going to be—OH NOO, I forgot. *puts finger to lips* It's a secret. So never mind I brought my blog, erm yeah even tho it is e title of this post. XDDDDD
Thank you to Anaya (.Cloud.), Petpet (-Button), and RedWing (-Rewi/Reway!!/ReWi) for following THIS blog, though!!! And au revoir, everybody! (For TODAY. ;D btw, i learned that that is taken for a sexual face, but i just thought it was my face and made it up until one of my RL friends used it on Facebook...ergghh..) And listen to this song which I have on my iPad (Making post about the songs I got, coming soon!**),
Enjoy~!•,
Nom~
Or just for me to shut-up. Yeah, or...~
Anyways, yesterday I went out to Duluth, Minnesota, all day for a doctors appointment and to get one of probably three school uniforms. But in the end, I didn't really get anything, my sister got over $50.00 of things from Hot Topic (Which she said they don't have in England. So I take back my thoughht lf living there.), and my mom got a body lotion that is Dragonfruit and something else-smell, from Ulta (popular beauty store).
It was overall really boring, though the ride out, like my mom and sister commented, it was like I had never been outside in my life.. I got about 45 minutes of sleep, maybe, so like when we went to Kwik-Trip (gas station) before leaving the town we live in, and Hannah and I were waiting in the store, I kept laughing a lot, and she only got like an hour of sleep so she was a grump-a-lump, and I was super pippy-long-stockings happy, and throughout the day (oh my god, you had to be ere when we went to Office Max, I almost fell on the floor laughing, there...), at least from my view and remembering of yesterday, she kept being really funny so I would kind of draw attention to myself in public by laughing.
When we were in the first elevator down from the hospital, before we went to any stores, there were two doctors dressed like they were going in surgery (or going to do it, I mean), and they kept pointing out how my sister Hannah's hair was like this: "It must be cold out there. Your hair changed color because of the weather. It's like ice." And they said more, but they kept talking among them-two-selves back and forth while there were about I'd say eight people on the elevator. My sister's hair is fully sea-green or she says "minty" (it's very light because she lightened the dye with conditioner), and then the front part, inspired by a picture, has lines of a lightened purple (same conditioner thing).
No one ever brings up my hair in public, so I made that comment after we got to Floor 1 and left the elevator, saying "It's so annoying how they're always like 'OMG, how did you get your hair like that??' and 'Your hair is so pretty. Like, I'm jealous.' and 'I was thinkinng about doing that with my hair, *flaunts hair*, but right now it's just these highlights (streaks).' or they look at you, like you say (my sister), 'Like you're some alien.' then you're like 'WTF man? Is it really so weird that I have colorful hair. Like, fuck..'." And then Hannah comments with, "Well if I only died the ends of my hair, no one would notice either."
Like NO SHIT SHERLOCK, Hannah, but that doesn't make me feel any better!!
Is what I said in my head–^–only briefly rolling my eyes to show it on the outside.
And then, while we neared the lunch-hall kind of area thing-a-ma-jig (walking to the parking lot area), the two doctors came behind us, and they started talking about Hannah's hair again while we walked to the (I think it's called?) skywalk thinger-bridge thinger(with windows?)? Well yeah, okay. So then, even though they were behind us on the elevator, they regarded my hair too, one saying "Oh look! And she has blue on the bottom!" and yes, they actually talked in a believable-sarcastic sounding manner the whole time, and they started a whole conversation together about my hair after saying stuff about comparing Hannah's hair and mine, then coming up with a nickname, then only kind of changing the subject as I heard their voices go towards the counter in the eating/lunch area.
So that made me kind of happy, along with the rest of the first-half of the day.
When we had gotten on the road past the new stoplights part before you get to the highway that leads to the big lighted bridge over Lake Superior (which is also one of the US's Great Lakes), we passed this burgundy (Yeah-I probably spelt that wrong. Because it doesn't look right.) car, and the driver was this teen guy that was really cute, and then I turned from the window and looked at the big huge fricken ships ey have down there below us, leading up to the bridge, and then he got ahead of us and I stopped trying to look his way, and yeah, just, erm, we kept passing then falling behind and yata yata WHATEVER.
Then before (I am going all over the place, *headesk* like seriously..) the whole elevator-with-doctors-hair-talk-etc thinger, we had left the area we had our appointment, but were still on that floor, and my mom and sister needed to go to the bathroom, and I didn't 'cause I went before the appointment with my mom, and so I sat on this chair/bench on the wall near the bathrooms, and my sister had her backpack she takes everywhere and my mom had her bag that has all of this paperwork and 'important stuff' she said, in it, on either side of me, and left for like EVER, (but not, yeah..), and I heard people coming from my left like we had, and doctors and specilists et cetera were coming from these locked doors on my right, plus someone was doing a hearing test with the door open, in front of my diagnally to the right, and then I heard this chick with a voice that just says "bitchy-rich-teen-chick" and her–I thought–boyfriend said only like two words, and I wanted to know what she looked like because I was curious and wanted to know if my judgement would seem more right or totally wrong, and then I saw "her boyfriend" and it was like time stopped, and he looked almost completely like the guy in the car while we crossed over the MN (Minnesota) border to Duluth, so yes he was so cute (*inside screams of remembering and crushing*), but he was dressed differently with, all I could see cos I only looked at his face, a blue sweater that was completely the same color as the sweatshirt my sister wore yesterday, and his hair was light brown... well ok, so then he leaned on the wall in front of me, but by the corner, and was probably waiting for something, and maybe "his girlfriend" was the one talking and laughing with that group of adult guys, but then again I never saw her in the first place because he had caught my attention (I haven't crushed on anyone's LOOKS in a long ass motherfuckin' time so er, SHYAW IT WAS EPIC!!!), but so–hahahah now after that description it seemed like I just stared at him, but no–I looked at him for probably five to ten, maybe fifteen seconds. And then I looked away, blushing, and just kind of did my usual "soak in my surroundings" while looking in the other direction/two the right, and I would see him out of the corner of my eye sometimes to see if he was still there, and even after the girl left, he was. And I kept thinking, running through my mind "I like Halfschool. I annoy people with my thoughts about Halfschool. I should totally blog about these two guys, you know what, I WILL. ..But I like HALFSCHOOL. It's not like this guy knows anything about me! *thinks about post 'postcard From Paris•'* Wow this really reminds me of what I answered Rewi about 'I only see guys at places like hospitals and mental health/therapy places.' My own proof=Tada!! *giggle* Oh right, think HALFSCHOOL. *looks at guy out of corner of eye [Hey that rhymes!]* But he's so cute... Oh! NO! You call Halfschool cute and adorable and stuff, you cannot call some stranger THESE THINGS!!! What am I thinking?! Gosh damn holy shit, Naomi, you are talking to yourself in your thoughts. This is what you are thinking! What am I saying?? Damn man... Anyways, that guy is soooo cute! *thought of Benjamin* The HELL!!!??? BENJAMIN!?!? I'm trying to forget about Busy Seagull! and my whole long crush on him! That crush kind of totally ruined my first dating relationship–not saying it wasn't a good thing we broke up–and also, HE'D NEVER THINK LIKE THAT OF MMEEE!!!! O.0 Ergh..!! But anyways, I AM kind of imagining that this is what he looks like, even though I thought he had a little bit shorter hair, like other Southern guys, before.. No, no. I you think this guy is cute, *thought of Halfschool*, think of Halfschool. Because that totally fits his personality I see. He looks mice and normal on the outside, then (If ever, I met him in RL) in person, and you can kind of see at first sight, he doesn't really talk much to you, but he does talk a lot because he isn't SHY and he said he isn't ANYWAY, and I know he talks to just about everyone–trying to start convos et cetera–but to me. And like in my book, the character I based off of him–always giving the me-based character a cold shoulder–yeah that's totally what this guy looks like right now, but he has a sort of cutely-failed sweet side, and he actually DOES have feelings and can get emotional (though lots of times, Halfschool can seem like a blockhead. *hahah*). ...And he's an open person, straight-forward, when he has something REAL as an opinion or something to say about anything he hears or is told. *looks at guy out of corner of eyes, again* Yeah, totally right on point. Plus, Halfschool is half-Russian *smiles on the outside when memory of when he said that and what I said and he answered, after he told me that fact about him* and Russian guys can have light brunette hair, right??!? *facepalm in mind* Errrrm... I don't remember. Oh, oh, oh!!! But Tsar Nicholas II had dark brunette hair it looked like, when I saw the black and white (and grey) photos of him! *snicker in mind* Hah, then Kieran–*cough cough cough* HALFSCHOOL would tooooootally fit in the catagory of looks, and what I think is hot. *imagination runthrough, shortly* Ah, no darnit! But, for some reason I keep thinking that he'll just turn out to be friggin' BLONDE if or when I ever somehow see what he really looks like... DAMN. Blonde is not my forte on the hotness meter. Did that just make sense? Not really, Naomi. But yeah, huh, whatever... I just always went for brunette guys, but no biggy... I still like him for his personality.. You can look past at when—OH MY GOD how am I even going to reach the stage of friendly enough he would even somehow let me know his damn frigging hair color!?! What an idiot.. I totally am...*sigh* Anyways.......*drifts out of thoughts; looks at guy out of corner of eye, kind of turning towards him a little bit that time, again*"
So then I turned to the right, and stopped looking at him afterwards, because my eyes felt really dry and watered up out of nowhere which happens to me in the most fuckin' AWKWARD MOMENTS lately... So I tried to wipe the tears before they rolled down my cheeks, and as I did, with my very frizzy hair–yesterday–over the side of my face so he couldn't see as his eyes would drift towards me sometimes, and a young, probably 22-25-27 aged guy in a wheelchair that was motorized or whatever pulled up to just where the corner of the wall was, to the bathrooms, and stopped, and I remember thinking that that could be me or my brother, (our conditions)(Plus he looked like us, too, because of his dark-dark brunette hair and tanned skin {Okay yeah maybe more like my brother, cos you all know what I look like and my skin AIN'T NO CLOSE TO OLIVE anymore!! xD}), and then suddenly after kind of smiling at him small and probably totally unnoticable, my face went blank and I got so embarassed again and was like "holy f, what if he needs help or something and that cute guy comes over....? (As IF, right??)", and he was still just stopped there and it looked like he was trying to move the wheelchair but couldn't, and then I was desperately calling/wishing in my head "Oh my gosh, guys, get out now so we can go!l What if that actually happened?! Oh my god, just come! You're both taking forever, seriously!!" and more like that, and then people started leaving the bathrooms, guys and girls, and even this mom with her really young toddler daughter who ended up going into the hearing test room, but it took them forever and the guy (in wheelchair) had gotten to the bathroom already, and THEN they both finally came out and like always my mom said "Ready to go now?" which is so obvious "YESSS!!!!".
Alright. So. Later on that day, right before we went to all of these stores, and then went to the mall (and I got to have MY FAVORITE TEA ahhhh!!!!!! ^-^ And now I know the whole name is "Samurai Chai Maté" and dudes, it is SO FRICKEN GOOD. Like seriously, and they have samples and they have that tea and another, which has oranges in it, outside of the awesome tea store, and they say the healthy benfits of the tea {It's either mine or the other, has the benefit of good skin.}), when we were going to order Olive Garden for dinner (so we could have it at home, cos where I live they suck and there is no Olive fricken Garden!!), my mom wanted to sit on these couches inside, near the Ulta, which we parked in front of, and I was like "Yeah RIGHT!!!" in my head, and there was a guy on the long couch across from us when we sat down that was on the phone whispering in what I thought was a foreign langauge (OK yeah this is America and in a way NO ONE AND NOTHING is foreign, but still to me: Yeah.) , but then he got a little louder when I heard it was english and there was no accent, so he was in fact American (or Canadian? Cos Minnesota is right at the border, and they had those pictures with a hole you can put your face in and take a picture, and they said on them something like "I migrated from Canada. Miller Hill Mall loves you!" because erm, uh yeah the picture was a BIRD body. So er, haha yeah. -_- So stupid... But anyway, so then he suddenly said "kill that motherfucking bitch !" and I was like "«.« , O.O , ».»" in my head and outside, and then my mom started whispering to us "we should move over there." And at first, I just heard him say "... fuck ... bitch ... ! ..." so I said to her "Wow mom, you swear the same way all the time and you're making this some big deal. That's really mean. And you wanted us to sit here in the first place. You're so stupid." And after she said a few repeated things I couldn't understand, at all, we all stood up, walked over past these few coin-rides, sat at these wooden seats that this old man was at alone originally, she ordered the Olive Garden food, I thought over and remembered all that I remember him saying, kept looking over without being to obvious as to why, and right before she hung up, I saw that he was still on the phone, mouth not moving and he was sitting where I was on the couch and I thought automatically and quickly "Oh motherfucker, he's going to kill us! We're next! He's going to somehow follow us home! And he's going to kill us when we get there, and it's really late...! Because I keep seeing the same people all throughout today, FUCK DUDE, FUCK!!!!!" because I thought at first when we started walking to the couches at he looked like a mob guy (I watched the newest episode that night before I took a shower, of this show and TYPE OF SHOW I never watch, called "Body Of Proof" and it was about a mob guy that ¡SPOILER! the mob guy kills his son because his son wanted to leave the family business.)... And then I thought, "Oh, maybe he's like those guys who do the sex-over-phone thing I saw Anne Hathaway play a part in a movie where hat was her job, she did that...!!! And he erm...yeah let's just not think about that. xD SHALL I!? XDD" But then I had a moment of si,ence in my brain and filled it with, "No. No. I think he is a mob guy... HOLY FUCK WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!!!!!" And I was waiting patiently for Hannah and mom to get up, after my mom kept asking "Do you want dessert?" while still on the phone because when she orders Olive Garden she gets me dessert cos Ipwhen I actually eat at the restaurant I always get the same pasta with marinara sauce and she says 'But we can just make that at home, and if we got it there it would just be yucky when we get back.' (She has the voice of a child and says words she used when we were younger or babies. ...So fucking annoying... Until she gets pissed, then her voice gets to where it should be at like age 12 and she swears worse then a sailor. Like my sister does.) But I rejected the offer because she said "Okay we'll go have lunch now." when we were going to the mall, but it never happened and I was really hungry.
Then after, when we were driving home she couldn't think of the name of this place we had apparently gone to before, and I could but didn't help her because I didn't want to eat and I was in my own thhoughts thinking about doing what I had for three days (I didn't have any water/anything to drink, and I literally went psycho-crazy it was so fucked up... Btw, that was during that time I had not gone on any mobile devices for over a week and stayed in my room doing nothing, then the day before I got my iPod back, {this was last year}, I wrote a letter to my blog readers, by hand, and still have not blogged about it. ».« I should really do that sometime...).
And then she called our neighbor who was the one who took us that one apparent time, and he finally remembered after forever and I remember thinking as a side thought to my thoughts "This is so stupid..", and we eventually went to the drive through in Superior, at Culver's (Btw, I lost weight from before, last year when I started being anerexic {spelt it wrong, I think}, my weight went from, 95, 89, 88, 87. Yeah, it's true... And when I got weighed at the hospital/Clinic yesterday I was, she said, "86 1/2 pounds/lbs." Apparently, she said, they expected me to get nearer to 100lbs., but seriously I always told myself when I was a kid and learned what "plump/fat" was from a spelling test, that I would always stay under 100 pounds. I thought that people, actually around 500lbs., were 100 pounds and over... because I had also just learned how to count to 100, so it seemed like a really big number. {Of course though, I always knew there were four-and on digit numbers, and I always wanted to learn how to count to them... It took me to like, sixth grade with my teacher Elaine L.} But so, my mom now wants me to eat more, so she suggested that {her quote} 'junk food' place because I didn't get anything for dinner from the restaurant, as well as wanting me to 'gain weight' or whatever the f—k). And holy crap, BEST CHICKEN EVER.
^^ Okay, so now obviously I am not murdered (at least YET), but we saw the old guy (actually, only I saw) drive past us on the road in Superior, who had been at the wooden chairs (secodn) we sat at, and so I think maybe the guys are together and were planning something and sat apart to seem like they were not mutual but they were. My first impression of him, however, was he was a nice guy... :/ It's sad.
My mom thinks that the creepy man was actually a drug dealer.
I think Hannah just agreed with her (when we had dinner that night).
So yuppers! ^o^ amy first time outside like all month, how not-exciting for you all to read, ehh??
xD Okay yeah; no that is not obvious at all! «.«
But so, that day was so Cloud 9 until the second half... Faugh!
Then it just got a whole lot weird, frustrating, and creepy as F***!!
I don't know how to end this, so I'll just flat-out say it: No one has voted on the poll so far, so I decided to yesterday, and I feel a lot more hated every day here, and uncomfortable to post, so I am going to be—OH NOO, I forgot. *puts finger to lips* It's a secret. So never mind I brought my blog, erm yeah even tho it is e title of this post. XDDDDD
Thank you to Anaya (.Cloud.), Petpet (-Button), and RedWing (-Rewi/Reway!!/ReWi) for following THIS blog, though!!! And au revoir, everybody! (For TODAY. ;D btw, i learned that that is taken for a sexual face, but i just thought it was my face and made it up until one of my RL friends used it on Facebook...ergghh..) And listen to this song which I have on my iPad (Making post about the songs I got, coming soon!**),
Enjoy~!•,
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