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.....
almost.
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