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Kiwi Crocus
25 September 2008 @ 10:59 am
I woke up at 10 a.m., which leads me to believe I am not jetlagged for that's 5 a.m. Home Time. And I would wake up at NEITHER 5 NOR 10 Home Time regularly, so I have jumped out of all schedules, and that is fine. I didn't think I'd fall too harshly into the pits of jetlag.

Will always be a strange experience to wake up with so much mail and activity, since most people I know will have been online and active while I was sleeping.

Today is the shopping day. Today is the day to get through with Malcolm so I can eat dinner with Sue and Kirsty, and tomorrow university awaits!
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
25 September 2008 @ 04:13 pm

  • 17:45 I'm in England now! Weeeee. I'm also a bit hungry. Why did I turn down food, again? Ohhh time for TV!

And that's a wrap, folks! Kupokweh!
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
25 September 2008 @ 08:05 pm
Nana  
Showering with music playing is strange. At least I recognized Six Pence Nonethericher, or whatever that band is. Malcolm gave me shampoo & conditioner & more body soap. He gave me towels and food containers. I got ready and we headed out.

Shopped in Chelmsford. I got to experience Boots and Poundlot (or something) where everything was £1, which is ironically $2--so totally not a dollar store, grin. But I bought pretty much everything I needed still--Q-tips, tissues, poster stickies, a paper organizer like the one I had in high schol, pillows, rubbish bin, shower caddy, dry-erase board, scent stuff for the room, etc. Was hardest finding the rubbish bin and the shower caddy, actually. Recognized some American music playing, only they were all remixes. Plus Malcolm played Spice Girls and I teased him.

We've been joking around and it's been nice. We came back so he could do stuff. I started writing my gratitude letter to Mrs. Hoegler. I can feel it slipping into writing-Hoegler-a-sobstory-paper again, sigh. I remember back to those days when I had to make everything sound so depressing and all and she'd give me a better grade. Giggles. But I'm trying to make this heartfelt, really, because I AM thankful of the ways she helped me.

We drove to see Nana. It was hard seeing her not able to drink her own tea properly. She kissed me on the cheek and I held her hand, then I sat in her wheelchair. The three of us joked about my Da and lots of stuff. Nana has quite a sense of humor. I could tell once or twice she gently wanted us to leave, but Malcolm waited until the third. We went to her old house and looked through the mail, then returned back home. I almost fell asleep during the car rides. Drats on motion making me tired!

Thought of how I was giving the sun back to friend and family in America. How I had used it for some of the day, and now it was going to them to use. It made me smile.

We're back home and he's making salad stuff and his new girlfriend Sue is coming 'round to meet me, apparently. Then he's driving me over to ex-girlfriend Sue's house to hang out with her and Kirsty, and then he'll pick me up some time later. So I may as well bring my lappy or something in case there's a down moment and I should keep writing. That or I'll read, since last night I finished Sold and now I'm working on Pride & Prejudice from Gar or Being in the Now. We'll see.

Forgotten that I haven't really eaten anything since the plane (as if that counts) save ice cream. Bad Kiwi. Don't skip meals just because you don't feel at home.

It's hard not really knowing my Nana at all. And I miss Granddad. I can't believe it's been almost a decade since he's been gone. How does Nana do it? I don't know...