Stairs

I hope blogger isn't going to be a pansy today...

I'm sitting on the stairs right now, because that is definitely the best place to blog. Not really, I just made that up as an excuse to be seated on the stairs, not that I need an excuse. But I do have one. I'm waiting to the dryer to stop. I can hear it better on the stairs.

I'm still in a shittastic position when it comes to my school books. I can't get onto my AOL mail via my Grandfather's internet, so I have to use the Brother's iPhone 4. Which is a load of shit. Not the iPhone, the internet situation. I'm trying to hold on to these three different sellers, one of whom is going to refund my order, and then I have to buy the book back from him. Like I said, shittastic.

Everyone got sunburnt yesterday but me. Which is bizarre. I mean, I got a little sun, but everyone else is red. My skin is anti-sun. I'm so white, I just reflect the sun.

The Brother and I have interesting conversations before we sleep, usually in between reading. Last night's was about being fat and different methods people use to get unfat. He has been on this weird Slim Fast diet for maybe a month or so. He's lost 15 lbs, which is awesome and nothing to sneeze at, but apparently he's still considered overweight based on his BMI. Me personally, I'm not overweight, which is surprising. But I'd still like to slim down a bit.

My Grandfather just looked down from the kitchen and said:

"I've never seen anyone sit there. In all the years I've lived here, I've never seen anyone sit there. What would prompt anyone to sit there?"

So funny.

The dryer stopped.

I've turned it on again for another 10 minutes. That way I can finish this blog and then fold the laundry. I was running so low on laundry. I had like two long-sleeved shirts(which, honestly, I'm not going to wear), a pair of jeans(not going to wear), a t-shirt, and a tank top. Along with a few underthings, that was it. My suitcase is pretty much empty right now.

Ugh

So back to what I was saying about Brother and I:

The night before last we talked about dreams. We learned that we both dream in color, although I tend to remember my dreams more than he does. Personally I love dreaming. I know some people find that if they wake up from a dream, and remember it, they find they are more tired than if they hadn't remembered it. I am quite the opposite. We also talked about our physical ailments and whether they affect us in our dreams. Like for instance, I wear glasses, as does my mom. Obviously in real life if I were to take my glasses off, things would be blurry, same with my mom. But in dream state, I can see perfectly clear, although in real life, I'm not wearing my glasses(I do not wear glasses when I sleep). But my mom finds most of her dreams blurry, as if she isn't wearing her glasses. I know that in general, real life rules do not apply in dream, like flying, but it makes me wonder if people who can't walk have dreams where they walk. Apparently even blind people have dreams, how cool is that?

Yeah, so that's about it. Here's the picture I tried to post yesterday, hopefully:

Hell yeah! It worked!

Baltimore

Today was not as planned.

Our plan was to go to the Baltimore Museum of Art. Which we did, sort of. Until we found out it was closed... which sucked. I did go to the gift shop though, and bought some postcards. Then we walked to Charm City Cakes, the bakery known for the show Ace of Cakes. Then we didn't know what to do, because we really wanted to go to the museum. We ended up going to get some food. We drove down to the Inner Harbor. It was like 400 degrees out. Everything was so expensive. The aquarium cost $30 per person, no joke. The other two places we considered were pricey too. It was just a miserable time, because everyone was so indecisive, including myself. We didn't really want to do anything that was available because we wanted to go to the museum. Plus, the museum is free, and everything else cost money. I did see an Urban Outfitters, which I'd never seen before, and went inside. Everything there was expensive too, even the clearance stuff. But it was cooler in the mall area, and we got some water. Mom bought a Charm City Cake mug from The Best of Baltimore store. The Brother got some shot glasses, and I got a huge glass with the Raven on it(as in Edgar Allan Poe). We payed through the ass for parking. Super tired now, and I'll probably go to bed after I'm done typing.

My great uncle Paul is coming over tomorrow.

It won't let me upload a picture, internet is too slow.

Peace off.

Nature, Cow tea, postman

I was sitting out on the porch this evening. Watching the lightning and the rain. Listening to the thunder. It was nice. Nature is nice, sometimes......

Today's beginning was not as I expected. This morning we(mom, Nancy, and I) had to wake up rather early to take Nancy to the Harrisburg airport. Though I thought the drive to the airport was going to be an adventure(seeings how my mom and I have never driven to the airport here and didn't know exactly how to get there) it turned out my shower was more interesting(the drive to and from the airport went fine). The Brother and I share the Cave, and we also use/share the Cave's bathroom. There is no actual bath, just a concrete shower. Now I don't mind using it, even though it appears to be more of a man shower. A shower is a shower. But the shower doesn't normally get used, as my Grandfather, and Nancy use the upstairs shower. Bright and early, around 5:45ish I got around to taking a shower. But to my horror, the largest earwig I've ever seen was just chillin' on the shower wall. At first I took the killer's way out and tried to drown it. Which didn't work. Having knocked it off the wall and onto the shower floor, and feeling guilty that I had attempted the destroy the tiny little life, I decided to suck it up and take my shower anyway. Only after getting in did I notice a SECOND earwig at the opposite side of the shower. Keeping a eye on each earwig I reluctantly washed my hair. I thought I was doing well when I finished shaving one leg and started on the other, but then the large one made a move on me. We did this weird little dance around the shower, and switch places. Needless to say, I finished my shower as soon as possible. Afterwards I practically expected there to be an even larger one waiting for me outside. Ready to stand over me, tap me on the shoulder, and say "Did you drown my kids?", "No sir, they're still in the shower. You better get them out before James wakes up."..... I did not warn James.

****Random clip from reunion:

"This tea tastes like cow." -Me

"What?" - Mom

"Did you say it tastes like cow?" - The Brother

"It tastes like how cows smell." -Me

"Cows smell bad." - The Brother

"I know." -Me ****

Airports make me feel funny. Almost excited, nervous, sick. I've been on four planes in my life. I don't mind flying I guess. Makes me kind of sick, which isn't enjoyable. But airports are weird. While I was waiting for Nancy to get out of the bathroom, and Mom to meet up with us from the terminal parking lot, I just stood there, with Elton John playing softly in the background. I felt like going on a trip.

So I ordered three of my four textbooks for college at half.com. I had them shipped to my Dad's address because, at the time that I ordered them I was at my Dad's, but also because I knew I was coming to Pennsylvania and I wanted them to be shipped to somewhere where a person would be to pick them up. Where my Dad lives is where I've spent most of my life, 14 years of it. I mean, shit, that's where I was brought to after I was born. Took my first steps in that house. Said my first words. ANYWAY. So I had the books sent there. But when I finally managed to get the internet to corroborate, and I checked the tracking number of two of the books, they said they were "undeliverable". WTF? Turns out the postman knows that I don't live at my Dad's "all the time" and decided not to deliver the packages but SEND THEM BACK. Holy shit, I thought I was going to explode. I mean, if he knows I don't live there "all the time" he must know I live there "some of the time". But no, he didn't even bother bringing them to the house to check, he just SENT THEM BACK. So now I'm dealing with this complete bullshit. Whatever. Hope that postman finds a giant earwig in his shower.

Here's a picture of what I saw.....

Totally true...

almost.

Relative man in orange shirt

So today was the reunion. It rained most of the time, and there weren't as many people there as I though, but it was alright just the same. There were the usual relatives. The crazy great aunt who was just as crazy(if not more crazy) than usual. Of course my Grandfather, and his brother Paul. Some of my mom's cousins and also some people who don't normally come.

Despite the rain it was quite nice. It's pretty much the one time of the year that we each fried chicken, our fat American selves. My mom brought her computer so as to show people my art, everyone loved it. Even the crazy aunt. She said I was a "genius", or something along those lines. Funny how people change their minds.

I'm blogging in the, living room? I guess you'd call it that. And everyone else is in here too. Mom went to bed. But Grandfather got out a bunch of books, some illustration and some Norman Rockwell.

Tomorrow I have to get up early with my mom to take Nancy to the airport. She's going to "The Shore", whatever.

Before this picture, my mom wasn't there, and I was next to the guy in the orange shirt(who IS a relative, unlike some people in the photo, but NO ONE can remember his name), anyway, he was a nice guy, really laughy and such. Kept talking to me about drawing a picture of the family, wanted me to remember his face. Really liked my art though, and then asked who the people were in this picture, and I said they were from Doctor Who. He went off about how some guy who works for him watches it and was talking about it to him one day. Haha ah, relatives.

Peace off. Bless your face.

Family, popcorn, tablecloth

Greetings, from the Cave dwellers.

The internet has been ridiculously slow. I haven't been able to get on Tumblr in two days and Youtube and DeviantArt have begun to be the same way. For a moment I thought Blogger was going to died on me.

So tomorrow is the big day! It's the family reunion, where there will be tons of people I don't know who will try and figure out in what, twisted, way we're related. Last year, or the year before(I really couldn't tell you, I've been to too many of these things to know), one of my Grandfather's brothers' wives (a great aunt, the crazy one), asked me what I was going to go to college for, and I told her Art, and she said something to the effect of: "You're not going to make any money!". Then she preceded to tell me about how her grandson was a great guitarist and wanted to be a musician. There's a reason why she's the crazy one. Anyway, this will be an interesting, but most likely enjoyable, event.

My Grandfather is of, right now, is a bit tipsy? drunk? I'm not sure. He's happy enough, I suppose. Making popcorn he is.

"Tablecloth."- Grandfather&Mom at same time

"WOW! That was really weird."- Me

"What?" - Grandfather

"You both said tablecloth at the same time." -Me

"Well son-of-a-bitch." - Grandfather

Here's a picture of me at one of the many family reunions.

Crazy looking aren't I?

"I like talking dogs"

Grandfather said that just before we started watching Up, which he completely missed because he was asleep, typical.

I forgot to mention yesterday that Mom, Nancy, and I went to Ollies, which reminded me of TJ Maxx. They sell a bunch of stuff for discount prices. They had a whole section for books, and the first book I saw was John Green's Looking for Alaska. I was tempted to leave a note in it for whoever decided to buy it, but I didn't have any paper with me.

I got to go for my walk today, but it wasn't in the morning, 'cause I was too lazy.

I spent a good hour or so working in iMovie on some clips I had taken yesterday.

Under a more serious note.

A year ago today my Grandma died. I was pretty much were I am now, in PA. It's a bit weird. I remember after I talked to my Dad, and cried a bit, Mom and I went to Walmart and bought The Pagemaster, and some popcorn. At the time the Brother wasn't with us, which now looking at it was a good thing because he was able to be there for Dad. I didn't really know my Grandma that well. I only ever met her twice if you don't count when I was born. But I still loved her, she was blood after all.

So I leave you with a picture of my British half:

Grandad, Grandma, and my Dad.

Peace off. Bless your face.

JEFF BRIDGES!!

No shit, just started typing this, it's 11:11.

I kinda forgot that I still needed to blog today. Us, the fam and all, watched Seabiscuit. Other than that we didn't really do that much. Read a bit of Agatha Christie and I'll probably continue that before I nod off.

Went to Walmart and Weis with the Brother. That was cool, I guess.

I was trying to make a video to upload to this collab channel I'm doing with three of my friends when we start college. I need to show one of them how to upload a video, which I myself have never done, but how hard can it be really?? I took a bunch of clips that I was, sorta, working on in iMovie to piece together. That shit is hard. I don't know how people do that, it takes a lot of concentration. I don't know how good I'm going to be at vlogging. Anyway, I didn't end up finishing because it was ridiculous and time consuming.

Have I mentioned yet how LOUD the cicadas are? Like we all thought those vuvuzelas were annoying during the World Cup, these things are just as bad. We don't have them in NH so it's just bizarre walking outside and hearing the "song", as they call it. You practically have to shout to talk to the people around you. Anyway, there was one on the window of my Grandfather's carving room. Gross. My mom went out and took pictures of it, and then poked it with a sick, like a true hero.

I'd like to wake up early and take a walk tomorrow, but I'm not sure how to go about sneaking out of the house. The door makes it ever so obvious that you're leaving.

Here's a picture of these weird bust things my Grandfather has on his mantel:

cute right?

GOOD NIGHT!