One bright day in the middle of the night...

Overslept this morning... Had to run out of the room about 30min late, or so... Made it to work about 10min late... No one was here to notice... The drag is going to set the pace for my whole day, though, I fear.  >_<  I need caffiene.

Stayed up too late last night replying to that email from Suzannah. I've had so much nothing to do in the last couple of days it's insane; I had no time to do anything, but I wasn't accomplishing anything, either. Anyways, I ended up writing a huge letter, as per days past, before LiveJournal killed email-writing. It's the only gripe I have with LJ, but it does seem to kill letters. I just don't feel I have anything of interest to tell anyone through email. So, most of my letters recently, when they've been written, have just been a few lines here or there saying "I'm thinking of you, but I don't have anything to say." It'd be so much better to have something to say...

There's a bad moon on the rise. My Brother had been Hoping to get Christine, our old car, as my sister hadn't managed to donate or sell it yet, and my parents said they'd buy it back (after giving it to her for free) for $500. Enter The In-Laws. Jenny's in-laws have decided that they want the car gone this weekend (if I recall, Christine is sitting infront of their house), which wouldn't be a problem as I've been making plans to go visit Jenny anyways. But they don't want to 'take the chance' that we might not get it, so they've made arrangements for CHKD or some other charity to pick it up this friday as a donation... You know, not that it isn't their car or anything. And not that it would mean $500 that my sister and her family wouldn't be getting. And not that it would be a car Gene could use. Yeah, my sister's in-laws (well, her mother-in-law, definitely) have control issues. I told mom we should go down and rescue Christine. I get out of classes at 3:30 tomorrow, I could pick her up, drive down to Virginia Beach, and we could bring Christine back here, safe and sound. She seemed to consider it, and if you know me, you know I'd do it. She said something about me buying the Blue car (who I've named Staven) from them, taking out a Used Car Loan and taking up what's left of their car payments. She thinks I could do it, and I do so love that pretty little car. But much as I'd love to buy Staven (which would give Gene access to The White Car which I have now), mom and dad still need to teach Josh how to drive, so they'll need another car... That, and I just don't want the In-Laws to win. I really, really don't want them to win. No really, I don't.
So there's that...

Blarg, another 2.5 hours here before I can go back to my room and tenatively grab some food before class... Me and the roomies need to get out to the store today, too, as we're all running pretty low on food... And I have my Far Too Long evening class, which I haven't completed the homework for yet... And I'm oh so tired... Meh, it could be worse...

It's morning somewhere...

Walking back from class this evening, I saw John Sabatos coming the other way. As per my modus operandi, I nodded in greeting and said "Good Morning." In an obvious knee-jerk reaction, he replied "Good Morning," followed by an abrubt and confused "Huh?" I started laughing, to which he replied, "*exasperated sigh* Good Night!"

That, in case anyone was ever curious, is why I always say "Good Morning." If he didn't know it was me when he responded, he knows it was me now.

It's A Night

He stared up through the light shadows, cast by the streetlight outside. He lay there gazing at the ceiling, painted a pale cream color, and imagined he could see stars, floating out in the vastness of the night sky. There's a number of things that would make me happy right now, he thought to himself. Getting out of this city would be one. It's so... Grey. So cold and hard and lifeless. I want to get out where it's green and open, and the sky turns purple and pink when the sun sets, instead of gradually darker shades of slate. He rolled onto his side. His stomach wasn't in a good mood, and was complaining loudly and painfully about the excuse for food which he'd offered it earlier in the evening. He wrapped his arms around his pillow, to stiffle the cramps, he told himself. He imagined being out in the middle of a crisp autumn field somewhere. A few trees were nearby, but above him the great void of space spread wide before him. The stars were sprinkled like a fine silvery dust over the purple-black canvas. It'd be nice to have a Someone, too.