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I had an interview today, which I actually, thought was a real interview. But little did my dear sweet heart know, it was a "test interview" and I will be doing the real interview tomorrow. Well, I wish I knew this sooner, because I, with heart pounding, throat swelling, eyes closing, and mouth drying had nothing to do but wait. Wait? What a ridiculous word, or so I thought until I discovered the real meaning of it. It means to wait.

It's so simple, why didn't I notice it before? What a wonderful thing I have found, life is good again.

You know what, waiting can be fun, but only if you know what fun actually means, if not, than it is actually not fun (can find word in dictionary).

So, we begin our journey with the soft winds blowing on our rolly chins, and we begin to understand just why we're so absolutely uncertain of the many different, scary, wonderful, orgasmic (find in dictionary), confident, unsettling, common, ground-breaking, life-risking words we can find in the dictionary.

It's not as complicated as you might think, maybe you are scared, I know I was when I first held the hard covered book in my hands, and felt the soft pages twirl through my fingers, ah what a sensation.

Anyway, I dont really remember what I was originally writing about, so I will just leave you with a crisp smile and an open soul.

Stay dictionary updated Farewell.

The First Day

(Art by Martin Goode)



This starts the first day of the rest of my life, without regret or compromise, without bitterness or envy about past, because past is past, no possible way to change it, so it remains like a file in a cabinet, to be opened once in a while, but not kept out too long. When you remember too much about your past, it corrupts your future a bit, because you think more and more about past and you forget the now.

I want to start my life new. I don't want to cheat in anyway, I want to live life to the full, because I have things to give, and I want to give them. As I sit upon my very cluttered bed, full of objects I should have put away days ago, I take a minute and remember my past, but only what I want to remember, the good, positive, and happiness I had before.

Life is what we make of it.

So now, I start the new life, in my new coloured room, with new smells and sights, I plan to live life the very best I can. Without eating an overdose of licorice.

Farewell.

Our Prank

My dear sister Tina and I decided to go to my sister Laurie's apartment, (that she shares with her boyfriend Marty) and bang heavily on the door. Tina banged very loud and we started talking to each other because we believed nobody was home. We were originally there to give dear Laurie $50 because we're super nice. Okay, so we leave, and we go to Hobby Lobby and we get a phone call from Laurie, who is freaked out because someone "tried to break into her house". All we could do was laugh, laugh and laugh because it was obviously us, and poor little Laurie was sitting in the closet with a gun waiting to shoot whoever came in.

She was angry when we told her the truth, that she hid, grabbed the gun, and called her main squeeze for no reason, because we were the "robbers" who knocked on her door. But, though we frightened her, we still had a good laugh.

Farewell.

Plane Trip

My Plane trip back to the states was interesting. Let me tell you why.

From Timisoara to Budapest, it was short, easy and without much complication.

From Budapest to New York was a different story. I was left in Budapest for 5 hours and 50 minutes just waiting. I did believe I would have the company of a certain gentleman, though it never worked out, because of the security check-in I went through, or because neither of us knew exactly where to find each-other, so we never found each-other. That was a bit of a disappointment, because I had to sit around the whole time, I prevailed still. I went on the plane and met a very nice gentlemen who I shared decent conversation for 9 hours with, and we exchanged emails.

From New York to Dallas the plane was delayed about an hour and a half, instead of leaving at 5:30 we ended up leaving around 7:00. On the trip, there were these two guys behind me, they were very funny, but somewhat crude. They reminded me of a few people I had the "privilege" living with when I was a young teen. The trip was a bit long, though it was originally supposed to be 3 and a half hours, it was about (including the delay) five hours.

I got to the Airport to not see Nancy and Eugene, because it seems the Airport people had told them I was in a completely different terminal, and they ran quickly over to me after about 15-30 minutes of waiting somewhere completely different. And while they were in the other terminal I got my bag and half listened to a very strange conversation between two men about television shows, which was somewhat amusing and irrelevant to everything they discussed on the plane.

Finally Mom and Dad arrived and they took my suitcase and we went to the car and went back Home. Well, though it's not actually my home, since I will be living with my dear older sister Tina and her husband Chris and their 9 year old son, Quinn. I am happy about the change, and I will give it the best shot. I will be going there on the 11th, and it will be my permanent residence.
Well, I am exhausted from the trip so I should actually be dead asleep now, I think I'll try to get some sleep.

Farewell.

P.s I miss my friends in Timisoara, of course.