I'm with my mom and sister and we fly to IL somewhere to stay at a hotel/casino. I have no idea why. We were basically just going there for the day. I noticed that on the itinerary from the airlines that my ticket was booked separately and would be departing many hours after thiers would be. Neat. I get out my phone and leave the hotel room to make my call. It was right before bed and I'm wearing a night shirt and my purple bathrobe/duster. Whatever, it kinda looks like clothing. I walk out to the balcony (this floor had a balcony that looks down on the casino floor below. There is a snack bar and tables and chairs on this balcony) to make my call.
My phone is acting weird, and I can't find the name of the person i'm trying to call in the B's. I check a few other letters. Then I notice a prompt on my digital camera, that is alerting me that this person's black and white mini movie has been deleted because he was hving a fight with the director. Okay.... I'm glad I brought my digi cam onto the balcony. I keep trying to find him in my phone and 2 people run up and try to steal my phone. Whatever, I had a vice like grip on my phone ever since I left the room. I knew some jack asses would try and steal it. They scurry off.
I go up to a service desk and ask if there is a buisiness center where I can send an email. She says there is, but it's a $12 charge to use it. Eh. Not that important.
Then I see my friend on the tv screen. He tells me through it that he changed his name to something japanese begining with an O. It's a one-way message so I can't tell him that my phone is acting up and I'll need him to call me.
I look at my phone again and go through the O's. Now my phone is scrolling through names really fast and I can't read them. Shit. From what little I can read I am not seeing anything japanese.
Oh well, I guess I will be spending those extra hours in IL by myself.
DAMMIT.
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6.19.2008
6.03.2008
Power plant (6/2/08)
On the news there was some issue with the nuclear power plant off the shore of CT. It was steaming ominously. The officials said not to worry about it.
The next day Mom, sister and I were driving around. I decided to look out the window just in time to see a flash and then a dome of light and energy rising from the horizon. Oh shit! It's the power plant! It exploded! I asked them where we were. They said Amherst. Ok, phew, Amherst Mass I assume. No, Amherst CT, they say. Fuck! And that's like only 6 miles from the plant!
The shockwave gets to us and it's not so bad. For whatever reason we continue our stupid road trip around Amherst with frequent stops so we can get all the deadly radiation we can get.
The next day Mom, sister and I were driving around. I decided to look out the window just in time to see a flash and then a dome of light and energy rising from the horizon. Oh shit! It's the power plant! It exploded! I asked them where we were. They said Amherst. Ok, phew, Amherst Mass I assume. No, Amherst CT, they say. Fuck! And that's like only 6 miles from the plant!
The shockwave gets to us and it's not so bad. For whatever reason we continue our stupid road trip around Amherst with frequent stops so we can get all the deadly radiation we can get.
5.30.2008
Church Ladies (5/30/08)
I went to church against my will. My mom, grandmother, sister, great aunt, and aunt were there. It was upstate ny.
Church is not a place I go to.
It sucked hard.
HARD.
First there was that boring begining part. That was boring. Then we all had to crowd the front part (Pulpit? Stage? Front part?) like it's a concert. The pervert priest was behind me massaging my shoulders. I was trying to shrug him off and get him away from me. He wasn't taking the hint so I had to get loud and beligerent with him. Fuckhead.
There was a third part that was like the first part in that it was boring and it involved being bored in the pews. Mass ended at long last. People were filing out and new people were filing in for the next service. My grandmother, who passed on 12 years ago, needed some help getting out of the pews. I was told to go back in and get her.
Some new old ladies had already sat down in that pew, blocking in my grandmother. I kindly asked them to get up so I could get my grandmother out. One old lady accused me of wanting to get back into the pews to get a really good seat (i.e. like these ladies had) for the next service, the implecation being that I had been in the first service and liked it so much that I was going to stay to see it again.
"Shut the fuck up and move!" I say.
A lady in the pew behind this one says something like "Well listen to you, young lady! You cuss like you are from Arizona, or Connecticut!". It's like both an insult and a pseudo-intelligent conversation starter.
"You bet your ass I'm from CT!"
Meanwhile someone else from my entourage gets my grandmother out from the other end of the pew. I dismiss the old ladies with the hawaiian good luck gesture and go to leave.
My punk ass family left without me. The church was near some sort of naval yard. There were tanker ships full of milk pulling into port. Since I was trespassing somehow I told them I was an official. They left me alone after that. Then I broke something at the docks and one of the docks started bobbing into the water. I don't like water. I stumble away to higher ground. My mom is waiting there disapproving of my whole lie about being a milk official and stuff. Whatever. We go to the gift shop.
the end.
Church is not a place I go to.
It sucked hard.
HARD.
First there was that boring begining part. That was boring. Then we all had to crowd the front part (Pulpit? Stage? Front part?) like it's a concert. The pervert priest was behind me massaging my shoulders. I was trying to shrug him off and get him away from me. He wasn't taking the hint so I had to get loud and beligerent with him. Fuckhead.
There was a third part that was like the first part in that it was boring and it involved being bored in the pews. Mass ended at long last. People were filing out and new people were filing in for the next service. My grandmother, who passed on 12 years ago, needed some help getting out of the pews. I was told to go back in and get her.
Some new old ladies had already sat down in that pew, blocking in my grandmother. I kindly asked them to get up so I could get my grandmother out. One old lady accused me of wanting to get back into the pews to get a really good seat (i.e. like these ladies had) for the next service, the implecation being that I had been in the first service and liked it so much that I was going to stay to see it again.
"Shut the fuck up and move!" I say.
A lady in the pew behind this one says something like "Well listen to you, young lady! You cuss like you are from Arizona, or Connecticut!". It's like both an insult and a pseudo-intelligent conversation starter.
"You bet your ass I'm from CT!"
Meanwhile someone else from my entourage gets my grandmother out from the other end of the pew. I dismiss the old ladies with the hawaiian good luck gesture and go to leave.
My punk ass family left without me. The church was near some sort of naval yard. There were tanker ships full of milk pulling into port. Since I was trespassing somehow I told them I was an official. They left me alone after that. Then I broke something at the docks and one of the docks started bobbing into the water. I don't like water. I stumble away to higher ground. My mom is waiting there disapproving of my whole lie about being a milk official and stuff. Whatever. We go to the gift shop.
the end.
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