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Nov. 27th, 2004 09:15 amSo I'm back at my co-op, and have returned to being antisocial w/ the computer. I got left for home on Wednesday and returned to otherhome last night.
What am I forgetting? Oh yeah. I almost died on Wednesday night. Basically, I left with my cousins to drive home (they're my cousins though technically old enough to be my parents but they still feel more like cousins than parents, probably cause they have no kids and spend all their free time watching tv). So it's incredibly dark out in the country where my old house is. We get lost a couple of times because I have trouble recognizing the landscape seeing as their used to be miles of fig orchards out there and now they've all been taken down to put in more housing.
Basically, we get turned around, my cousin (by marriage) Steve, who is married to my cousin (by blood) Michelle starts to drive off when he says, "Wait. Something's wrong here. This road is one way." He yanks the stearing wheel sideways and drives up onto the island in the middle of the street just as about five cars zoom by. Michelle's in kind of a panic at this point and yelling about how it's dangerous to drive so fast up such a difference in height (the island deviding north bound from south bound was about half a foot up off the ground). My cousin Steve is yelling back at her, "Did you want to be in a five car collision?"
So we drive back off the island onto the right side of the street. Eventually the both of them calm down. I take the lull in conversation as an opportunity to say, "Let's not tell my parents this happened. My mother will have a heart attack on the spot."
Then there was rediscovery of old DVD's that my mom never mailed, e-mail checking, sleep, breakfast, and Thanksgiving dinner, which consisted of (oddly enough) goose, salmon, stuffing, some vegetable dishes, some fried plantain, and one or two foods I only know the Trinidadian slang for so won't bother mentioning here. It's kinda annoying having parents from another country. I mean...cranberry sauce. Anyway, the food was very good, as was dessert (vanilla ice cream and homemade pecan pie).
Two Step Plan for Christmas Happiness
( Step One )
( Step Two )
My Wishlist
1. Feeeeeedback. On anything I've written/vidded. I would be delighted. All my shit is up in my memories.
2. Vin Diesel picspam.
3. Paul Walker picspam.
4. The Fast and the Furious collectors edition DVD so I can remaster my vid.
5. AfterEffects
6. fic reccs for The Sentinel, Due South or Stargate SG-1
7. The Science of Things album by Bush, also in order to remaster my vid (read: quality whore)
8. Any medium sized babydoll t-shirt from http://tshirthell.com/
9.more icon space on my lj omg, thanks!
10. Tell me I'm pretty. :D
Items 4 and 7 are on my Amazon wish list. I can be contacted at lierdumoa at yahoo dot com.
What am I forgetting? Oh yeah. I almost died on Wednesday night. Basically, I left with my cousins to drive home (they're my cousins though technically old enough to be my parents but they still feel more like cousins than parents, probably cause they have no kids and spend all their free time watching tv). So it's incredibly dark out in the country where my old house is. We get lost a couple of times because I have trouble recognizing the landscape seeing as their used to be miles of fig orchards out there and now they've all been taken down to put in more housing.
Basically, we get turned around, my cousin (by marriage) Steve, who is married to my cousin (by blood) Michelle starts to drive off when he says, "Wait. Something's wrong here. This road is one way." He yanks the stearing wheel sideways and drives up onto the island in the middle of the street just as about five cars zoom by. Michelle's in kind of a panic at this point and yelling about how it's dangerous to drive so fast up such a difference in height (the island deviding north bound from south bound was about half a foot up off the ground). My cousin Steve is yelling back at her, "Did you want to be in a five car collision?"
So we drive back off the island onto the right side of the street. Eventually the both of them calm down. I take the lull in conversation as an opportunity to say, "Let's not tell my parents this happened. My mother will have a heart attack on the spot."
Then there was rediscovery of old DVD's that my mom never mailed, e-mail checking, sleep, breakfast, and Thanksgiving dinner, which consisted of (oddly enough) goose, salmon, stuffing, some vegetable dishes, some fried plantain, and one or two foods I only know the Trinidadian slang for so won't bother mentioning here. It's kinda annoying having parents from another country. I mean...cranberry sauce. Anyway, the food was very good, as was dessert (vanilla ice cream and homemade pecan pie).
Two Step Plan for Christmas Happiness
( Step One )
( Step Two )
My Wishlist
1. Feeeeeedback. On anything I've written/vidded. I would be delighted. All my shit is up in my memories.
2. Vin Diesel picspam.
3. Paul Walker picspam.
4. The Fast and the Furious collectors edition DVD so I can remaster my vid.
5. AfterEffects
6. fic reccs for The Sentinel, Due South or Stargate SG-1
7. The Science of Things album by Bush, also in order to remaster my vid (read: quality whore)
8. Any medium sized babydoll t-shirt from http://tshirthell.com/
9.
10. Tell me I'm pretty. :D
Items 4 and 7 are on my Amazon wish list. I can be contacted at lierdumoa at yahoo dot com.
