•Headdesking at work. People just don't fucking
listen.
•Running the gamut of emotions in the five-minute walk between the bus stop and home. I got off the bus, happy that it was Thursday, then I saw something
moving on the sidewalk. I got closer and it was a very tiny half-developed baby bird, the poor thing. You could see right through its skin, and its mouth wouldn't stop opening and closing, like it was searching. My heart broke for it, it was trying to move and get somewhere. I couldn't leave it, because someone would come along and step on it, or maybe a cat (or another bird) would eat it, or worse, it would just die and then the ants would have it. Shudder. Of course, it was going to die anyway, but I picked it up and moved it to someone's lawn, under a plant so the sun wasn't beating directly on it, and so it was on a less rough surface than the sidewalk. It was so delicate, I had trouble picking it up, and so light, I couldn't feel it on my fingers once I did. I walked away quickly before I had a chance to look at it anymore. The poor, poor thing.
Don't mind me. I'm down for a couple of hours if I accidentally crush a snail on a rainy day. I usually look down when I walk so I don't step on them or worms, but I can't avoid them all.
Fortunately for me, someone I didn't know had parked their ugly, boxy car in
our driveway, and so that it was blocking the sidewalk, which is illegal on top of illegal (not that, y'know, traffic cops come by in a two-way-street, residential neighborhood handing out tickets, though they should. The shit some people do!). My mom happened to come out of the house the same time I was at the gate, so I asked her if she knew whose car it was. There was someone on my neighbor's stoop all "Mine. Why, is it in your way?" and
just because my mother was there and she would have given me hell for it, I bit off the "Not anymore" response on my tongue and (truthfully) answered "no." I went inside and my mom said she thinks that's our neighbor's niece, but still. Not my fault my neighbor doesn't have a driveway. That's what you get
when you sell off half your land without thinking (neighbor is the one with the fence; we're to left, you can see our driveway. Neighbor's old land is to the right, where that ugly boxy beige "house" is).
LOL I sound so suburban!
•San Jose. :3
•Drugged myself and slept like a motherfucker. Woke up feeling much less wheezy, sniffly, congested, and all-around allergy-y. The peace of waking up at 12:30 was quickly broken when my dad pounded my door because I had mail. Why can't he just leave me alone? Will the mail disappear if I don't get it right away? And is it really that important that one of them has my name misspelled? "I don't know if it's for you." MOTHERFUCKER WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE FOR?! People don't
think, I swear.
•One of the bits of mail was my new driver license. Hurray! I don't have to worry about carrying my passport around as ID come next Friday. The second was from school, and the third was from Geico. Had my name misspelled, the address wrong, everything. The ZIP Code was right, though, and that's probably the only reason I actually
got the piece of mail.
I don't know what made me open it, since mail that doesn't have my name or address entirely correct comes from some generated mailing list where I did not personally enter my information, so it's junk, and I certainly don't have Geico insurance. Something told me to open this, though, and I'm glad I did. The letter was like "Our previous attempts to reach you have been unsuccessful..." and I'm like "well, that's what happens when you're going on the wrong information!" but it was about the sideswipe in Boston last month. They just needed a statement from me saying that I was okay, and a short description of what happened.
•Had some interesting dreams. There were like, twenty people jam-packed in an elevator (and I have a real-life slight fear of elevators due to
dreams I had about elevators when they would go in all sorts of crazy directions. My dreams are strange), and then something about smoking pot (I smoked in my dream. Like it was no big deal. Like an old pro. lolwut), and rollerblading on a very sandy path near the beach. There was a small child in my way, and I was skating too fast, so I tried to jump over him, but I didn't quite clear him and he stopped short anyway. I landed in front of the kid, and he just looked up at me blinking. Weird. That and the elevator were part of the same dream, but I don't remember how they connected.
•Looking back at the houses on my street, there used to be a family who lived in the now-white then-red house on the other side of the beige monstrosity. My very very first friend, Hannele, lived there with her mom, her brother, and her grandparents. She moved to Florida when we were still little, and her grandparents died (they were very nice people ♥) so her mother sold the house and never returned. They had gorgeous firs in the front yard that the new family "landscaped" and eventually removed. I never liked the new family too much after that.
I never knew Hannele's last name until she wrote me a letter many years ago. It arrived a few days before she -- surprise! -- visited (it was New Year's Day, and I was sick. I was about fourteen, I think). As bad as I am with names, I never forgot hers, though I had
no idea what her heritage was just from that name. So today I finally Googled it, wondering whatever happened to Hannele, looking for a meaning, and Hannele's Facebook is the very first result (her brother's is the second). So I friended her. ... Her family's Dutch, by the way.
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STEFANIE M. ♥
•PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICHES AND TEA, OMFG.
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