Saturday, May 16, 2009

tintinnabulation

Yes, yes...another entry. This is because it's what's best for you readers. Food for your mind...more like dessert, actually. ...Wow, this will be a long entry...but a post of a million words begins with the punching in of the first letter, right? So here we go.

It was Saturday. The day two days from the day that I, and my whole family would leave. The destination would be my last hole...or dwelling place. My last house, my last home...but neither anymore. We were going to be bound for Connecticut, in East Lyme...

But before we embarked on this trailer dangler mangler trip, two of my sisters and I had a great need to get stuff. I needed shoes, one other sister needed shoes, and one other needed to shop. We began with the thrift stores. ...The treasure trove in which you can find anything to satisfy your needs and wants at a lower price than the mall. Did I mention? I also needed a coat....the fanceh panceh kind. For the reason to go to Connecticut was not mainly to see old friends and remember old things, but to go to my dad's graduation ceremony. For he had completed his PhD, and is now Doctor. (if you are wondering about me...I already completed my PhD. But I neither applied for it, wrote it, or had it examined. ...I don't think I graduated either.)

First I needed the coat. We found one easy enough in an odd little thrift store...but aren't they all? Also, one of my sisters (Tinuviel) found some books she had been wanting. If you wish to know the names of the books then you can ask her yourself. Why won't I tell you? Because I want you to get some exersise, and I don't remember the names.

The next stop was a ALMOST girl store. ...Trendy music playing in speakers that hang over trendy clothes, that trendy people try on. If a trendy person likes the trendy peice of clothing that she tried on, she then procedes to the trendy cashier that tells them the trendy price that they must pay the trendy store in order to take home their almost-new trendy clothes in their trendy car. They then drive home in their trendy car that is carrying their trendy clothes, and when they get there, they put on the trendy clothes once more and get on with thier trendy lives. This tredily consists of firstly calling all of her 100 trendy friends, telling them of their almost-new trendy piece of clothing, then gathering all of them and taking them to the trendy store that she bought her trendy piece of clothing at. Now there are 100 girls chatting trendily with eachother whilst trying on pieces of clothing, 1 non-trendy girl that is just friends with the other 100 girls because she is rich and they want her money, and one buisy cashier.

That is the kind of store it is, slightly exagerated. Anyhow though...however girly the store may be, it has a small section in the back for any guy crazy enough to go in there, and that is where I found a nice T-shirt and a hoody to replace the one I had, which had ahlarge hole in it. Ironically enough, my two sisters (especially Tinuviel) spent around five-thousand hours looking for shirts, and found absolutely nothing.

We were then done with thrift stores, and were destined for the mall next. The first place we invaded was Journeys, the place that Tinuviel and I bought some shoes. Shoe shopping for me usually is a trouble, but it was done fairly fast, and also for Tinuviel. I went out with some green chucks, and Tinuviel with some black ones (BIG surprise there!*) (*sarcasm). After making fun of Tinuviel being a hopeless emo, we carried on to The Dress Barn. I could have gone to another store, but according to Tinuviel, The Dress Barn had guy clothes too. I have no idea why I trusted her in that statement, but I did. As I hope all of you inteligent readers have guessed already, there were no guy clothes in The DRESS Barn. Just DRESSES. But as I am a very chivalrous young man and am used to carrying around my sisters things whilst following them in their girly-swirly stores, I had no problem...I just sat around holding bags.

After a while though, Tinuviel, Eni (who was the 'other' sister, as I hope serverly that you have guessed already), and I got bored. Eni was trying on a dress (BIG surprise there!*) (*sarcasm), so Tinuviel and I set off into the mall. I wanted to wait for Eni, but Tinuviel was already almost-dragging me to Hot Topic. (...)

After following her around while she was checking out all the black stuff in there, and half-listening to the screamo music in there, we left and proceded to Borders Books. We didn't really have any money because Tinuviel left hers with my mom, and I wasted all my money on Starbucks over the past six months or so... But I had a little bit of money, and I spent it on a Mother's Day card...because Mother's Day was tomorrow and I had completely forgot about it. After I checked out, Tinuviel and I walked to the Rainforest Cafe. For that was where we were to meet Eni and my mom at closing time. Sure enough they were there, and we walked out of the mall together...and began our search for the car in a vast sea of vehicles. As maybe you have guessed, we found it, and went on our way. Where was our way? Our way was to Target...which is where we mostly end up after going to the mall.

Target Parking Lot, 21:30, coordinance=-9438698346798. Mission: Buy stuff.

Didn't that sound secret-agent-ish? What? It didn't? Well I didn't ask you did I now? I am happy. Good.

After hours in thrift stores and a long time browsing through the mall, like browsing through 'My Computer', Tinuviel and Eni had found nothing. They needed cheap. They needed fast. They needed to be on target...so where did they go? They went to....target!! Eh? You don't know where they went? Well I will never tell you!! NEVER!

But anyways...at Target, they both found what they needed, and I had gotten my mom a secret Mother's Day present that she totally knew about since she picked it out...but she said that she would act surprised, so who cares. After we checked out everything, including cough drops and a humidifier (I was sick), we strode over to the black car shining in the light of a full moon, and drove home. The next day was Mother's Day. Woot, I guess.........

MOTHER'S DAY.

...America...the World, infact, has too many hollidays. Maybe we should omit some. Maybe St. Patrik's Day...or maybe Valentine's Day...or maybe your birthday (not mine). But one we should not omit is Mother's Day...otherwise all mothers would eventually go mad and chain their kids up at the crafts table, force them to make cards, take their allowance to buy themselves flowers, and whip the family dog until it brought them their breakfast in bed, without spilling a single drop of coffee. I am glad that that does not happen, though....and most kids make their mothers feel extra special on one day of the year...make them cards, buy them flowers, and bring breakfast up to their mothers in bed, spairing the dog being whipped brutally to death by a mad mother!

I woke up. I had set my alarm for six...for that is when I planned to bring my ol' mother breakfast and coffee...but it wasn't six. It was actually one 'o clock in the morning, and I felt horribly sick. My vision was oddly messed up. Things seemed farther away then they really were, and I felt dizzy too. I didn't want to stay in my bed, so I zombied myself upstairs and lay down on a squishy leather red couch, curled up in my blanket, and rested. I didn't want to sleep....I don't know if I could anyways, though. As the time went by, from one 'o clock to six, It got harder to breath. When I inhaled it hurt quite a bit...I guess I dozed off for a while, because not long after four, I heard the almighty coffee machine beeping at six. I had nothing better to do, so I just watched the coffee machine do the thing it does best...one drop after another. One drop. Two drop. Three drop, four. I like coffee right down to the core! ............YUM.

Minutes later...................

The coffee was done, and I had some of it in a cup on a tray, along with her favorite cereal, which is Cheerios with raisins. She likes coffee messed up, so I left some sugar and milk in a tiny little teapot next to the coffee cup. When I was done, my dad came down...but as I had already made my mom breakfast we both went up to her room and sang 'Happy Mother's Day to You', while we set the tray on her lap. It also had a card on it and the 'surprise' makeup. I had done my part in Mother's Day, and it was a success. Now I could slop around all day being sick and not doing any chores. But a little after I got way worse....and my mom had to spend half of her day with me in the ER, watching the IV slowly pumping liquid into my veins.

After the IV, I felt better. And the doctor gave me a load of different pills to take. After we left I was very hungry all of a sudden, probably because I never had breakfast, and it was two hours past noon. Then, closely following the extreme sensation of hunger I felt, I began to think something....I'M THINKIN' ARBYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...So you can guess where we ate lunch. ...Or rather drunch. Or linner.

When we arrived at home I just rested. The doctor had told me to do so all next 24 hours, and not to skip any meals. I had a problem with neither. The next day we would leave for out great voyage to CT, and I felt great. Minus great. Plus sick. That night I couldn't fall asleep easily, because my chest was really hurting...but eventually I got very tired, fell asleep, and was much better the next day! *overlarge smile*

Now, while I am writing this...it is about one hour before we must leave back to where I live. So I will save the actual trip for when I'm home. Sound good? Good. I am happy. Good. I will also save the quote for the next post.

                                                 Signing out for now, -Mister Cool-