It is so gloomy outside. For the past two or three days it has done nothing but rain, rain, and rain some more. What's in the forecast for the next five days? Rain! I think that the Head Weather Man, whom ever that may be, should try squeezing in a bit of sunshine. There's nothing wrong with switching it up a bit.
Besides the mass amount of water works, nothing much has happened in the past two days. The only eventful thing that occurred Thursday was Christina's phone call to my house at 9 p.m. It's very strange to get a call from her because, like myself, she doesn't like to talk on the phone. The first two times she called she got no answer, but that was because no one was home. When my mom and I got home, I checked the caller ID and proceeded to phone Christina back. She didn't pick up, though. Two seconds after I hung the phone up, it began ringing. Christina had called me back. Our phone conversation went something like this:
A: Hey.
C: Did you just call here?
A: Yeah.
C: I didn't pick up because I thought you were someone else.
A: Oh. Who did you think I was?
C: Well, you know those family members I told you about?
A: Yeah...
C: They're outside.
A: Any you're inside, on the phone, whispering to me.
C: Right. They called a few minutes ago, and I picked up the phone by mistake. They know I'm in here.
A: Your parents not there?
C: No. They went to pick up my sister. My family members are out in their car, with the lights on.
A: The bright lights?
C: Yep. I can see them on the wall. They've already been to every corner of the house, beating on it, yelling "We know you're in there!"
A: And you're still not letting them in?
C: No. I don't feel like company.
A: They have to wait until your parents get back before they can come in?
C: That's the idea.
A: And where are you, exactly?
C: I'm lying flat on the floor. I had to get a blanket because it's cold down here.
A: What's your mom gonna say about you not letting her people into the house?
C: Who knows? I'm just gonna tell her I didn't feel like company.
A: Because you're depressed?
C: Right, because I'm depressed.
A: Wonderful.
C: All of this light kind of reminds me of an alien abduction.
A: Perhaps Jesus showed them how to make Holy Light. They could be trying to save you.
C: I'd like the alien abduction better.
C: You need to come save me.
A: What am I going to do? Drive up to your house, say "Excuse me black people, but I'm rescuing your niece/cousin because she just can't handle company right now," and then watch you make a run for my car?
C: That's the general idea.
A: And then what are you going to do? Stay the night here?
C: Or wait until they leave, so that I can return home.
A: (insert laughter)
C: I think my parents are back. I hear a lot of noise outside.
:: Insert a lot of talking in the background -- most of which involves "Christina, why didn't you let them in?" ::
A: So, how's that company?
C: They want me to get off the phone.
A: But you're not going to.
C: Nope.
A: Jesus wouldn't like that.
C: Alisha, in 15, 30 minutes, call me back. After you do that shower, call me back!
A: Will do.
C: Call me!
:: As I hung up the phone, I heard Tasha, Christina's sister, yelling, "Yeah, and we'll come stay the night!" ::
I always enjoy talking to Christina about her family.
As of right now, I feel very paranoid. My mom is sitting in the recliner that is directly behind me. I hate it when she does that.
I don't know what I'm going to do when it comes time for me to have my sleep evaluated. I went to a new doctor, one that specializes in sleep disorders, today. He wants to have my sleep studied, just so that sleep apnea can be ruled out as a problem of mine. Both my mom and I doubt that I have it, but he wants to make sure. *This is just a note, but I really hate having her sit behind me. I don't know why she's in here, but she has my permission to leave.*
Tuesday I have to report to the sleep clinic for preregistration. I will find out what night I will have my sleep studied. The paper that the nurse gave me said that I will have wires hooked up to my head so that my brain waves can be recorded. I will also have belts across my chest and legs to measure my movement. I find this a bit contradictory, because how can I move if I have a belt restricting my movement? There will be a video camera recording my sleeping activity. That's the part that has me paranoid. I hate to be watched.
So, basically, these are the most interesting things that have happened since I last posted. With that said, I think I should note that I feel like a loser. We can't all have exciting lives, I suppose. People like myself must exist so that things can balance out.
I don't think I like being a balancer. I'd rather be the one who needs balancing. Although, there are those who believe that I need serious balancing out. They usually mean that in a special way.
