I've been going all day today, so I apologize if I'm a little behind schedule.
I had more than three dreams last night, but all I remember are vague details because they meshed together and were very fast. They were more like quick flashes. I remember one involved The Plants vs. Zombies midget zombies becoming a mini soldier class in Team Fortress 2. I remember my old friend Lizzi talking to me in a good mood when really she doesn't talk to me at all anymore. We actually had a class together in my dream. Lastly, I remember being very avid about some tree based holiday. I was dressed as a really ugly Sudowoodo pokemon with a moss fro. I was watching myself though. It was an ugly costume to say the least. Sudowoodo may be cute, but I can not pull off that look in the slightest.
I woke up at about 5am or 6am. I'm not sure, it was pretty much a blur. I didn't want to be up at the moment, but I knew that I truly did. My mom decided to drive me to my Mormon friend Matt's apartment. He is on his mission, so technically, he isn't supposed to see us, but we kinda dropped in on him, so there wasn't much he could do about it. He almost didn't come outside for fear of getting in trouble, but he realized he didn't care, he just wanted to see me for that five minutes that I was there. I hugged him, and we took a picture to send to his mom. I miss Matt dearly. It was an hour drive both ways, plus we spent all day looking for him yesterday. It was totally worth it.After all of that, we returned in time to get ready for our flight. Afterward, everything was pretty routine. I wanted a sunrise on the way to Matt's, but the clouds were insanely thick.
My attention was recaptured by the hippo man. He was not large, nor did he resemble a hippo, but given the coming context, my mind kept telling me to call him the hippo man. He was a pleasant looking older gentleman with his barely thinning blond hair combed and gelled back without being slicked back. It made one sort of perfect puff actually. He was one of our two flight attendants. I heard him talking to passengers about how he could throw the word "hippo" into his flight safety spiel and no one would notice. This caught my attention, so I asked him what about hippos so he could tell me the same. I then proceeded to tell him about my Legoland spiels and how I did the same. He walked around the plane and conversed merrily with passengers until literally seconds before we left the ground. I was wondering when he was going to move back to his seat until takeoff. I really liked how casual he was.
The plane was a propeller plane! This is because it was only taking us to our Denver layover first. It was exciting trying to follow the blades for a few seconds as they picked up speed.
When we took off, I was kindly reminded that the flight is only about thirteen minutes to Denver, so I to keep myself occupied for that time, I began reciting the song Albuquerque by Weird Al. I can't believe I still remember the lyrics to that long song! I got distracted about half way through when two thoughts jumped into my head.
1. There was a perfect circle on the ground with a radius. It looked so deliberate.
2. Being in a plane made me think of Starfox 64. What if that game was remade? It was popular then, with some nifty touch ups, it could be just as popular now.
The Clock Town Theme jumped into my head to hum for the rest of the flight. For those of you who do not know, Clock Town is from The Legend of Zelda, Majora's Mask. The game only last three days in the game, and then you have to reset it with a song you play on the ocarina. Once played, you keep your items and such, but the world around you resets. Treasure chests are replaced, everyone goes through the same routine as the last three days, etc. It is a very catchy uplifting tune.
During the layover in Denver, I met three pleasant people. The first let me sit next to him while we waited to board. It's nice when people aren't uncomfortable with strangers are sitting next to them. Showed him my rubber band animal that I found, and while it was on my wrist, I asked him what animal he thought it could be if I told him it was an animal. I told him to give it just one guess. He didn't guess and gave up anyway. I always prefer when people give at least one guess, no matter how far off it may be. He was surprised to find out that it was a squirrel when I showed him. We talked about how funny it was and that it was good luck that I found it, and then we began boarding.
While boarding, I met this black man that looked like that one shorter guy from Mad Tv if I remember correctly. All I did was tell him I liked his beard because of the way it kinda jutted out from his face. It looked arabic, but I wouldn't know. It made him very friendly and talkative though. He was one of those strangers that, once you get the conversation going, they cannot stop. He was cool, and "from Jersey."
Side note: While I'm typing, my cat Princess is eating my squirrel rubber band and snapping it on my wrist while Oliver watches jealously.
The last pleasant man I ran into was the guy that was seated next to me on the plane. He was heading to San Diego from Montana. I don't remember much about him except that we chatted a bit and we switched books. He read some of The Little Prince, and I took his Shapeshifter fiction story. His was a harder read than The Little Prince, but I forced myself to read it as long as he read The Little Prince. I read his in hopes that he wouldn't stop reading mine. He got to what seemed like the king's planet or so when he dropped the book for sleep.
From here is where my day began to make its way downhill it feels like.
I got tired and decided to sleep too. I didn't get much last night anyway. When I awoke, we were getting ready to land, but we got some crazy turbulence. This was the worst turbulence I had ever seen. My seatbelt was very snug, but my mom and brother were catching some air in their seats. The entire plane was actually pretty worried. I began breathing fast, my brother began gripping his armrest, and my mom began laughing. Yes, she was laughing. I don't care if she does it because shes nervous or not, but when she was looking at me the whole time, it was pretty freaky. The turbulence lasted about ten minutes, and I felt really unsafe. I don't want to take a plane for a while now.
When we got to the airport, my brother kept impatiently walking ahead of us and he went to go grab our bags. He grabbed a similar one that ended up being someone else's. He has the patience of my dad sometimes.
Random rants sidenote: Urinals in my opinion are a waste of space. They only serve one purpose. It's nice to have something to mix it up in the restroom for dudes, but here are my thoughts on them. They aren't as useful as regular toilets. There really isn't much special about basically going on the wall. Lastly, depending on the urinal, no one really knows if it has been recently flushed or not, so the kind souls who do flush might even be wasting water. Also, they make me paranoid because you're out in the open. There is even an itouch app that helps you pick the best urinal location depending on which around you are in use. Plus, when I was in grade school, I was afraid of ricochet. It happens! Tedious, tedious.
I can't start my happy family notes yet. I want to, but none of the time I'm spending with my family is really a pleasurable experience. Today I brought up cars on the way back to Oceanside from San Diego. After seeing a very nice car pass us, I told them that I'm not interested in nice cars at all really. I prefer banged up point a to point b cars that are sentimental and reliable. The first thing my mom said is, "The Exterra isn't banged up. It's actually in good condition." Why does my family have to disagree so often? I wasn't referring to the Exterra really, just sentimental cars in general. I don't know, I just feel like there are so many other ways my mom could have responded while still voicing her opinion. Also, for my rant I would like to say that I feel like my family expects me to do them wrong in everything I do. I won't go into details, because it's just tedious.
When we got back, I just wanted to go on a walk because in the skipped details, my mom found a way to assume the worst in something and get mad at me. I helped unpack, I lay with my face in Lil' Blou my prinny pillow for a few moments, I plugged in The Format, and I walked to my neighborhood spot. It's the one right next to Melrose with large grassy hill and a random sidewalk cutting it into very uneven halves. I sang, laying on the sloped concrete and watching the sunset.
A murder of crows flew by. I like that group name for crows. It seems so fitting. Not that it's dark, but it just sounds like you're talking about a crow filled sky.
A plane also flew by. It left no trail like I was used to. It just politely passed as it looked so tiny and was so quiet. It was very white and it looked delicate on its all blue plane. White planes on blue planes. I'm writing that one down.
Before the sunset finished, I got up and walked around Jeffrie's Ranch. Jeffrie's Ranch is the name of my neighborhood because every street is named after some breed of horse, some famous horse, or something horse related. I apologize to Todd for this inconvenience because he lividly loathes horses.
Since I've been reading The Little Prince, I was incredibly happy to see a rose on my walk. It was beautiful indeed. I couldn't even count the amount of petals it had or how large it was in bloom. I remembered the book and wondered, "who tends this special little rose with a such a purposeful posture and identity?"
When I returned home, I talked to Snix about getting my bike and my package. My brother took me and I began opening it when I got it. I didn't want to wait until I got home. I then closed it and decided it would be better to sit down and be able to sort through it all at once.
I got some wonderful things in that package. I received a six page letter that I read immediately, a snug orange hemp necklace that I put on immediately, a beanie, and some other nice little things. The beanie's smell numbed me for a while. I keep picking it back up and smelling it.
Since I've been so frustrated and feeling so alienated with my family, I tried talking to my brother today. He was trying to help, and he was definitely much more understanding than my parents. He even listened to me a lot more, but something about the way he kept trying to give me advice like and sounding like many before him made the conversation somewhat uncomfortable. One thing I pulled from it though, is that we've been getting along the rest of the night.
I have more Astronomy to study, but to my understanding, some of my small audience of readers are sick. Get better. Sweet dreams readers.
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