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In Dallas as my last stop~
Texas, Texas....woo, this part of the country is so flat o_o;
and so many trucks whut O_o well, okay, it's the same in SF and Seattle...actually, all over the country.
And everything's so big! O_O wait, did I mention that already?
I, naturally, have a few things to record here. Especially since I had the luckiest day ever yesterday. Oh, did it sound like it was a good kind of lucky? You decide. Frankly, I can't make up my mind about it.
*sigh* all right. Here goes another true story that adds to the big collection I've got that further proves just how orzy my life getsUu
(even now, my cousin is like lurking from behind =_=;)
yup, Rachel, same one as that time >>
Not that I don't trust her but..it's just kinda intimidating, ya know? ^^;
so Warning: Long and what-a-sad-life entry.
gosh, this is gonna be a long night...every once in a while she would leave a room and that's when I feel comfortable enough to type up. Man, that last phrase was written like half an hour ago ._. which is why I'll try to make this quick- ....oh, who am I kidding =___=; I always say that and I never stick to it so why even bother ¬¬
All right, so about yesterday (Aug 20) it was the day I was to leave Seattle to go to Denver and transfer flights from there to Dallas. Right, so it started off kinda groggily with me getting up at 7 so I can shower. When I got out, I remembered that my time (TOM in case that phrase really sounded like I was expecting a baby [which isn't too far from the truth actually...I mean, it IS half a baby right? ... ._.; ] should be soon since it's been a while but oh, I hope it won't come like tomorrow or something because Rachel did promise me to take me to Six Flags and I don't want to like be conscious about when my 8 hours was up...
10 minutes later I went upstairs to eat breakfast and I was feeling really low all of a sudden. I couldn't eat, I felt like a ton of bricks and I didn't feel like eating chocolate (O______o) yeah that was definitely a sign that something was wrong. But I told them not to worry, I was just probably really tired and my immune system didn't feel like keeping up with my habits this morning.
Well, later, I found that my weird psychology connection thing where whenever I think of Tom he would pop up like Lavi used at the beginning of the series to wherever Allen was (I noticed that a certain Sensei forgot about her own character's unique ability ¬¬).
........and that, my friends, was the worst simile I can make and a really gross one too ><;;; gah, I'm sorry!!
*realizes* hey....Lavi's hair as the color of blood? ah...hey... *D* hya~
*realizes (again)* DUDE! NOT ANOTHER FANFIC IDEA!!!!!! SPARE MEEEEEEEEE!!! .>[ ]<. CURSE YOU TOM!!!!!!!!1
L: Who?
*sigh* yeah, go stupid me, I just had to think about it and send those neurons charging down without asking for permission ¬¬ freaking..
oh, btw, this journal entry might be infested with "¬¬"s so sorry if it turns into a pandemic that goes beyond the computer screen and onto your assumably pretty faces. Sorry for causing tight eyelid muscles; much disapproval awaits. Actually, what I just talked about was disapproving already but yeah, *cue creepy angry voice in Hindi Sad Diamonds* I only speak the truth~~
chanma chama~~
*cough*
hey, I just realized that in a few years, all those links (except for the ones that lead to other LJ entries on this blog) might be broken. Bah, whatever, who cares. Sorry future me, I'm too lazy to label what each undescribed link in case there would be broken-links'd blog entries with
s all over the place.*shrug*
jeezum, I went off topic AGAIN >>;; moving on.
so okay, the day started off quite well with this sweet reminder that I'm still capable of making babies. *stomach churns*
continuing.
Misa forgot to burn this CD for me that was supposed to contain one song I requested (because I try to
But she was using a no-no program on a no-no operating system: Windows Media Player on a Windows Vista. But I didn't stop her because I didn't notice until after we got to the airport and she was too frustrated on how slow the whole thing was taking and I really didn't want to break it to her that she wasn't using the best method and spoil her mood.
I said goodbye to them and many thanks and I walked through the gates with a CD-R disc containing 4 songs in my backpack. Yup, out of the 20 or so tracks she tried to burn only 4 sealed itself in. ^^; She couldn't stop the program from making that last seal and the computer popping the CD out of the laptop on command when the Player told us too late that all songs after Track 4 weren't going to make it.
She said she'll send it again though so that's all right. At least this isn't Spain so delivery's not as expensive.
I still had some time and I knew that I hadn't eaten much for breakfast. So after I went to the bathroom, I went around the corner where there was a Starbucks and ordered a Tall Double Chocolate Chip Frappuccino and a chocolate chip cookie to go with it. It was going along well because it looked really good, I managed to get rid of all the change in my pocket because it was exactly 5.37 and I had exactly 10.37 to spend and oh, what better way to start the day with a nice chocolate breakfast >w<
As I waited, I looked at my watch, then at the boarding pass to see if I still had time before everybody got on the plane and I can go on inside.
Then, I realized that my passport wasn't in the plastic paper-holder.
I looked to the ground, on the counter, asked the guy if I dropped a red passport over the edge of the counter. I looked back at the line, walked out some to where I rounded that corner from the bathroom to see if I had dropped it. No red passport. Yeah, oh shit.
At first, I didn't panic because this happens very often with me where I would lose something important/valuable but once I go, "Oh well" it magically appears a few minutes later. But oh hell, this is a freaking passport we're talking about so I had a gut feeling this time I wasn't going to be as lucky as I usually am with those kind of things.
I tried waiting for the frapuccino but in the end, gave up and asked the lady to hold on to it while I looked for something, I dragged my carrier bag (yes, dragging for real, because it is carrying my precious RabiAre comic anthologies and they. are. heavy. It's a fact, not a complaint (¬o¬). I made a bee line to the b(ee) room (har har) and searched the sinks and nervously stalked the stall where I was before waiting for the person to come out so I can check.
I must've looked so weird now that I think about it. There it is, an Asian dragging a big black bag that is definitely not meant for the ground in circles, in front of a line, shooting glances at this one stall like as though there's a bomb in it.
It of course wasn't there so I went outside, grabbed my Frapuccino and made my way to my Gate so I can talk with the lady to get to security. No report of a lost passport, so I dragged the huge thing back around again asking everyone about (including the massager, the vending machine guy, and the shoe polisher. you find such random people in the airport lol. anyway) and this whole time I was nervously sucking long intakes of the Frapuccino that I found had coffee for some reason in it. Another added worry: oh noes, if there's caffeine in this how am I gonna sleep in the airride? D8 OMG!!!!!11!!11\\
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10 minutes before it was due to take off I headed back to the Gate; hoping that the airport sends lost passports to the owner's place of stay if they find it. I dragged back, and the lady saw me and she made quick beckoning gestures. I hurried forward.
Me: Um, I was wonderi-
Lady: Quickly, get inside the plane! *gets really close to me* You have your boarding pass right?
Me: Uh, um, *sees my passport in her hand* Ah! so they-
L: *pushes me towards the Gate* I'll just log you in, it's okay. go ahead.
Me: *holding the scrambled-for-boarding pass by that time* Dur..uh, thank y-
L: I need to have the plane leave on its due time so come on, come on, you can board your flight now. Oh! *quickly gives me the passport* Here now, enjoy your flight.
Me: o_o ....thank you. I'm sorry for all the trouble!! *dashes in*
I managed to grab a seat (since I lost my reserved one to a non-reserved customer), squeeze in with my heavy bag and everything in a B seat (in other words, between the aisle and window seats), sigh in exasperation and realize that I had been clutching my Frapuccino like an idiot this whole time.
She must've thought I was some retarded Asian teenager who packed too much for a simple trip to Texas >> boy, if she knew about my heavier suitcase she'd wonder how I was raised ._.;;
so I settled down to take a nap (oh no, I'm not finished), made some chit-chat with the guy next to me who saw that my passport was Spanish and had asked me where I lived (since as it turned out, his sister visited BCN at one point), fell asleep for an hour, woke up and watched a few videos on my iTouch and finally got off.
So there I was in Colorado and I noticed that it was really big. So this is just my assumation, but I bet that Colorado's economy depends on its airport which serves as a flight-transfer center of mid-western America and so, the airport was pretty big. I walked some ways since I needed to excercise whenever I had a chance and didn't take the flat straight escalator-but-not-really machine to the gate.
Of course, dragging my carrier bag like a chained dog the whole way 8D
Unfortunately, good carpet likes friction and so my poor 'dog' made appropriate whining noises as I walked through the airport. I blame
All right, so I got there and I settled down and opened my brown paper bag (IT'S REALLY BROWN AND MADE OF PAPER!!!!!! 8D) that Maya packed my lunch in. I nibbled at my squashed sandwich, not all that hungry, and decided to go use the payphones to give a heads up to Heather (my step aunt) to let her know I arrived.
So I dragged my bag over to the payphones. I took out my flimsy super thin worthless-seeming dollar bill and prepared to put it through the bill slot.
..okay, looks like this thing only accepts change.
Bag: *goes around the payphone booths* whiiiiiiiiiiiiiine...
Me: Oh, pft, there was a cash machine right there. haha, stupid me.
Bag: T_T
All right, so I go to the stupid thing and it looks old and everything; I immediately didn't trust it. I put my rather crinkled bill inside. It didn't accept it. I smoothened it out a little, and put it back in. Nope. I turned it every way and upside down and even tried another bill that was equally kinda folded. No luck.
Man, and I've always disliked the 1 dollar bill because it's thinner than paper, feels extremely worthless whenever I hold one, it makes me want to rip it apart and watch it float better than confetti, or even use it as burning paper like they did during the German hyperinflation of the 1920s. Nothing political, racist, or economic arrogance. I simply don't like the feel of the one dollar bill. (I like the design though it's really over exaggerated like all the other bills xD)
anyway, so I added another reason to why I don't like the one dollar bill: It replaced the very effecient one dollar coin that would've saved a hell lot of paper and green ink and the time and efficiency to just pay for a single phone call.
Ticked, I walked over to a waffle store (you gotta love the Americans for opening whole stores that dedicate to only one type of snacks at a time :D) and asked for change. the lady behidn the counter couldn't speak fluent English so she gave me this confused look when I had said, "May I have change for a dollar please to pay for the payphone?"
Yeah, cuz I just have to complicate a simple phrase like, "Give me four quarters for a dollar please." into a un-rhetorical question that comes with an explanation in itself as to why that question exists.
Unrhetorical, because you have to know in what change you want the money to come in, right? Right. so I spoke a little slower for her to understand while a line formed behind me as I stuttered for 4 stupid quarters. I awkwardly got out with the bag whining behind and customers looking at me wtf face.
I thought a dollar would be enough to call her so I put in the change, dialled, and looked at the blinking green text.
Price: $3.00
Remaining Charge: $2.00
I ASK YOU!! DX
So I went back, got another 8 quarters in yet another confusing exchange in which I tried to give her back the original 4 quarters so I can get 5 dollars in exchange instead (the 5 dollars that I got as change from the Starbucks in Seattle, remember?) but she proved to be better at math than me and she gave me 4 dollars back and 12 nickels. No, she didn't give me an extra dollar; I did give her 6 dollars in total counting the last trip after all.
I finally made that call and I went back to the Gate and sat down sighing. 3 dollars for a one minute phone call. one minute! DX WHAT THE HELL!!
I hope they'll change that and start recycling that old one dollar and make good use of 1 dollar coins already. You wouldn't have to fish for 7 coins to get a single water bottle from a vending machine for example. Seriously! The payphone's maximum coin value usage was the quarter; that's why I had to ask for those. grr, it's really annoying ¬¬ and I don't like carrying change..
well, not that I have any feelings towards keeping change in pockets but..GAH, WHATEVER! It's a different story! Stop going off topic!!
we'll skip the airplane ride and get to something a little optimistic: there was a full arched rainbow standing over the airport welcoming us to Texas. It was awesome 8D
the treasure, however, was not mine to behold. It's been raining so we might not go to Six Flags after all. I had dinner in a supposedly very good meat restaurant and I haven't had a nice steak in a while so I was all too happy to sink my teeth into some only to find that I had ordered a cheap kiddy stuff with not-so-good garlic mashed potatoes that we had to pay extra for because we didn't know that it wasn't included with the dish. Oh joy.
I'm still not done.
So it's hot and humid but not as much as Japan so that's all right. Luckily, they had ceiling fans (YES!!! GREENER THAN A.C.S!!! 8D <-tree hugger) and they had really comfy chairs in their cinema room where we watched Mary Poppins (the whole thing for the first time for me) and it was all great.
During the time I had been in the airport, I had picked off all of the cheap black nail polish off my thumbs so I went to the bathroom to try out a brand new bottle that I only got a couple hours ago. So I opened it, leaving the cap on while I fiddled for something else, forgetting while doing so that the cap was loose and not screwed in.
I picked it up and it slipped. crash. black polish all over the floor.
.-(°[ ]°)-. <-arms flapping uselessly)
FUCK!!!
I had to think quick, this thing dries up real fast. yeah, I just HAD to pick up the bottle that said, "Dries up in 1 minute! 8D" and it just HAD to be, what, 5 cl of black polish. on white tiles.
Some of you may know just how hard it is to scrub off nail polish once it's on your skin or whatever. And oh lord, it was no little accident there that I can just blow off with an apology.
Nuh-uh, I wasn't going to wake up my step-aunt who's going to get up early the next day to go to work for my own mistake. I'm going to take care of this myself.
So it was a blind me (I had already taken off my contacts then and I couldn't touch them what with the polish on my hands), a 20 CL bottle of strong-smelling possibly toxic fumed polish remover, toilet paper, and 50 minutes.
I set to work, getting on my knees and scrubbing and pouring and wiping as much as I possibly could. The stench was incredible and I was practically down to my nose because I couldn't see the splashes outside of the puddle if my face was a foot away from the floor. Luckily, I was able to open the window that had a mosquito net to relieve the smell a little but seriously, at one point the fume nearly made the back of my throat raw and I had to dash out to breathe; I was so nervous that I was going to faint or go dillusional with the smell. But I didn't want to stop because somehow during the whole thing even though I was sympathesizing with Cinderella I wasn't feel uncomfortable or hopeless at all so I had no demotivation to stop what I was doing and leave it for the next day or otherwise wake my aunt up to get some help.
but it was extremely hard, and I found out that it was because I using toilet paper that absorbs the polish remover and doesn't let it get onto the tiles. So I had to sacrifice my remaining cotton pads (sorry Mom) by shredding them into little pieces that I used so much they were tiny black cubes by the time I judged them as no longer usable enough to rub off any more splotches.
When I finished, at like 2:20 AM, I actually had a drop of sweat ready to fall over my forehead, my face was red, and sweat all over my chest and stomach. I don't get that worked up on average ¦ D wow, I really need to do more excercise...
Somehow, I didn't feel uncomfortable and disheartened until the end when I just decided to leave the polish that got into the cracks (which I later scrubbed using stolen earcloths this morning. yes, earcloths.) and a little on the walls (Rachel: Well, at least the bathroom looks more emo now! :D Me: ....)
the next morning, I told them what had happened since, after all, it IS their house. I can't imagine what it's like to be sleeping on one side of the house and as it turns out, some stupid guest of yours had crashed their nail polish on the other side of the house as you fell asleep.
However, I was lucky because I managed to not faint and get 90% off in the end and oh. my. God: I didn't stain my Bon Jovi T-Shirt *cries happily* If I did, I would've broken down and cried my eyes off.
But I did get a close call; I had a streak of it over my thigh and spots all over my toes. It looked kinda cool actually..but I got rid of it ^^;
As for today, I met up with Yvie (aka Luigi-dude-Fantasy) and spent a day with her. rofl it was awesome, too bad someone had been a total dunce and totally left the Luigi plushie gift in the gift bag that I totally sent over to totally Barcelona with my dad before I left the States. But the FMA shirt that Yvie promised to buy wasn't shipped in at the store yet so we were even. She bought me a checkered wristband in recompensation but I would have to airmail the plushie to her dad's office in Berlin ;_; why oh why must life be like this..
Especially that I actually forgot to call her the night before I left for Dallas so I called at the very last minute and it turns out she lives on the other side of town and it's like, an hour away o_o oh well, had fun all the same >w< rofl, next time we DDR I'll kick your ass >D
We had dinner laughing over Rachel's mini talents that can perpetually serve her good in life with a british accent that will give her a photography job in a newspaper but she will produce a shot so good but that made offended-for-some-reason readers sue her and land her in jail where her slow-eating abilities will allow her to live on bread and water that day; then once again her british accent convinces the jury to let her out and she's goes back to square one with getting a new job using the same accent since the other newspaper job's boss fired her.
Then we watched Enchanted and here I am. Aren't we glad it ended happily ever after? ahahahahahahaha......
Uu
Congrats, you reached the end of the entry. Sorry for ruining your night. Let me further ruin it for you or rather, make you feel good that you don't have this long list to take care of when you get home:
so long, folks~!
Comments
It sounds like you're traveling alone to Texas since that Lady acted like that? :O
uh...Oneechan, I've been traveling alone all this time ever since I left Japan ^^; ....
Aweee sorry I didn't really read your schedule carefully ^_^;;
oh no no no, don't apologize; I think I forgot to mention that I was in the first place ._.' sorryUu
And uhh the smell of nail polish, my brother took a HUGE whiff of my nail polish+remover, and consequently, he got sorta high from it xD But good job :D you got 90% of it off ^^
xD Enchanted was great the first time I saw it, but I was forced to watch it in the cinema two more times, and it kinda became painful to watch >.> Probably because the three times I watched it was in a time space of a week or something.
I think the side effects are showing though D8
Ahh, to watch any movie twice within a week is terrible >> how were you forced? D: