The Aislin Chronicles
Part XXX
A/n: Whoa, check it out, triple X's! It's positively crazy. Sorry this has taken so long. I've been so busy, plus, I'm still sick. Ugh. Anyway, I finally found some time to write. Enjoy!
8-31-03
10:42 PM
I'm in complete denial. School is not starting Tuesday, school is not starting Tuesday, school is not starting Tuesday…
Odd, when I close my eyes and click my heels three times it's not coming true. I keep checking the school's website, and the date hasn't been postponed yet. Oh well. Maybe I just need some ruby slippers.
Ugh. I don't want school. This summer was so much fun and I want it to last forever! Sigh. And what did I do about it today? Absolutely nothing. After I got home from Jess's I have done nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. It made the afternoon pass slowly, and it was kinda boring, but hey, the slower it goes the longer I have.
What should I do tomorrow on my last day of freedom? I don't know. I'll call Jess.
9-1-03
3:21 PM
Oh dear God. It's September. Thus marks the end of summer. Just like that, POOF! It's gone. I called Jess today. We didn't go anywhere, we just talked on the phone. I told her what Kathleen said about Dad being… hot… and I, urgh, this is what Jess said:
"Aislin, your dad is hot."
Can you believe that? It's bloody wrong! No one's allowed to come over anymore because I do not want them all oogling my father!
3:25 PM
Oh, I think I just might cry.
Father.
Dad.
I just called Dad "Father." I've never done that. Ever.
That was just… A slip of the tongue. Right?
3:30 PM
It was just a mistake. That's all.
3:45 PM
I think I want to go back to Ireland.
9-2-03
4:02 PM
Wow, that was so weird, but at the same time so normal. Going back to school felt like I had just been away for the weekend and I came back, only with different teachers and stuff. I get to sleep in a few minutes extra now, since we live closer to school that we used to. But. It's evil. Because it's still early compared to summer hours. Gr.
Well, perhaps I should tell you about school. I met the usual group of girls by the flagpole, like every day last year, and we all hugged each other and complained that school was starting. Then the bell rang, we all groaned, and went to our lockers and then to first hour.
My locker is like two away from Adam's, since it's alphabetical by last name. Last year I had this locker randomly in the middle of a bunch of sixth graders because I came late, so it's nice to be by friends. Ay, sixth graders. They look so young, and little.
Anyway, me and Adam met Jess and Krissy in the hallway, then we grabbed Dee away from her boyfriend and scurried downstairs to the choir room. I know about half the kids there, that girl in my gym class Lisa is in choir too. Anyway, Mr. English is so cute, and I don't mean cute like all my friends think of my dad cute, I mean aww sweet old man cute. He's just so happy, it makes me happy. I think choir will be a good start to my day.
And plus, maybe I'll learn to sing. Haha… Okay, I'm not that bad. I guess.
On to second hour, of which I'm torn. Why I hate it: it's math. Why I love it: Ian. It's difficult to weigh out my hatred for the craft over my crush. Today we just sat wherever we wanted to, but we are getting assigned seats for the rest of the year. I hope I get to be by Ian, I was today.
Then to English, third hour. I liked Mrs. Fitzgerald, she seems nice. And we have an intern named Mr. Davidson, I think he'll be fine. We also have an intern in fourth hour, science. Her name is Miss Kitchen, how fun in that? And Mr. Gendreau is hilarious. I don't know much about him, but he's hilarious. He might be around Dad's age. Then I went back to Fitzgerald/Davidson for Social Studies, which I guess is American history, something I don't know too much about. I'm kind of excited for it.
And last but not least is Spanish. And guess who's in my Spanish class? Lauren Putnam. Ugh, spare me. We're getting our Spanish names tomorrow. I think I want mine to be something fun like Margarita. Lauren can be Puta. Sounds like her last name, sort of.
Okay, that was really mean. But she is one.
Also, I feel I owe you some explanation of yesterday's outburst, which wasn't really an outburst but a realization and here I go again changing subjects. I'm talking about the Father-Dad thing. And since I apparently feel the need to explain things to a journal, here I go.
Ever since my birthday I've been trying to not think about Father. Not because I want to forget him, but because I wanted to not miss him, or feel the sadness his memory brought. It took a few weeks of not trying before it just came natural… And yesterday when I said father instead of Dad it just startled me, and shook me up a little bit.
I still can't be completely happy when I remember Father, because I will never forget the last time I saw him. I'm really working on things, though, like only focusing on the happier times. And for some reason, I think that means going back to Ireland for awhile. I don't know when, or for how long, but I think I need to go back.
I should probably tell Dad, ask if his offer still stands. I hope he isn't mad at me for my reasons behind it. He'll be understanding, right? He knows what it's like to lose a father.
4:31 PM
Hm, for some reason I don't really like being home alone right now. I hope Mom and Dad get home soon. I just kinda want to… be with them.
In the mean time, perhaps, I'll play a little Yahoo card games…
4:59 PM
HIGH SCORE!
Mm, sorry.
5:40 PM
Aw. No more high scores. In fact, I did pretty poorly after that. Had a good scoring run for awhile and then Fttttttt not good. I think I hear Mom and Dad coming in downstairs. Later.
5:41 PM
Um, just kidding. Oh, they're home all right. They're just, um, how should I say this? Busy? Really awkward slash weird slash funny moment downstairs just now. So I hopped off my bed (because that is where I'm writing from, FYI) and ended up hopping down the stairs as I so often do, however, I suppose I hopped a wee bit too quickly because I managed to trip somehow about half-way down.
I tripped, gave a small yelp, and landed with a THUD at the bottom. I sat up and kind of shook my head, and looked up at Mom and Dad seriously hoping they did not see me do it. Except when I looked up Mom had jumped away from Dad, held her arms behind her back (with her little pudgy stomach sticking out, aww) and stared at me wide-eyed. And Dad wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Suddenly I realized what had happened. They were, um, being busy, and I well, I tripped and interrupted them. We kind of stared at each other for a moment before I said, "I didn't see you if you didn't see me."
Dad nodded. Then I hopped right back up and ran my booty up those stairs, I even tripped again at the top, but I caught myself this time. I was a little afraid to look back and see what exactly Mom and Dad were doing, but I think I caught the movement of Mom jumping on Dad in the corner of my eye.
Needless to say, I think I'll stay up here for awhile. Until, you know, it's safe.
Oh God. I may never leave this room again. I'll never get to see my friends again, or worse, I won't get to see Jeff Lampi anymore! Okay, I guess it's not worse, but, I mean, that would be pretty horrible! And Sydney wouldn't be able to give my hair a trim anymore, and I certainly don't have any scissors up here, so my hair would just grow and grow and soon I'll be Rapunzel and people will have to climb up my golden tresses just to interact with me. Oh no, how does one even go about washing hair like that? I'd need like a firefighter hose, or a massive sink, and like a ton of shampoo and conditioner.
And how would I eat? I'd have to learn to digest the moss on the roof or something nasty. Maybe there's some fungus growing under my bed. No, I doubt that, it's pretty clean under there. But hey, I wouldn't have any more homework, would I? Wait, maybe they'd just send it up via Hair-mail.
I'd turn into one of those creepy people who never get off the computer, who haven't seen the light of day in weeks. I'll be ridiculously pale. Like albino. Ew. My eyes will be all bloodshot and like… I'll be some internet junkie addicted to some chat room talking about things that are completely irrelevant to the problem that I WILL NEVER LEAVE MY ROOM EVER AGAIN!
5:55 PM
Dad just came upstairs to tell me we're going to get some Chinese. I'll be back.
9-3-03
3:44 PM
What's this? I have homework? Home-work? No no, this concept is foreign to me, therefore, I cannot do it!
Damn you, algebra, DAMN YOU!
So once I get over the fact that I have math homework (what the bleep?) then perhaps I will tell you about last night.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Still waiting.
Checks watch…
Waiting.
Okay, I think I'm over it. So! Went out for Chinese food for dinner. Quiet car ride on the way; I think we were all reflecting on the "incident" that took place just minutes earlier. I know I was.
Anyway, we got to the restaurant, and Dad asked me about school, so then I forgot the aforementioned "incident" and babbled on about my classes and teachers and people that I love, and then kept them entertained for awhile. Then we got our food, and oh my goodness, Mom can put it away. Wow. I have never seen that woman eat so much in my entire life. I mean… She had this heaping plateful of some sort of pork, not to mention I let her eat nearly a third of my chicken fried rice, and she had two egg rolls for an appetizer. I was just amazed. It made me think of that gigantic sandwich she made awhile ago. But like, times ten hundred. I think Dad even gaped at her for a solid fifteen second block with his mouth hanging open.
I got a really good fortune in my cookie, too. That's always exciting because most of the time they aren't fortunes at all but really weird sayings that make you go, "Huh?" Anyway, it said, "The wheel of good luck is spinning your way." Mwahaha, good luck for Aislin! Aren't you jealous of me, journal? You know you are.
Mom wanted to take a walk after dinner, but seeing as this was right after we ate Chinese food I couldn't. Because when I eat Chinese food I stuff myself full. I thought Mom had too, but I guess not. So Mom and Dad took a nice stroll while I held down the fort and tried not to explode of Chinese goodness.
Ahh, school today. Fine. Nothing too exciting happened. No assigned seats as of yet in any classes, except for Spanish, I sit next to this girl named Alexis who I saw last year around school but didn't know personally. She's fun, so we have a good time. Still don't know what to pick for my Spanish name. Hmm I'll ask Mom and Dad for suggestions.
Oh dear, I've run out of things to write about. Um. Um. Ducks! Um. Siiiiiigh. Now I guess I have to go do my stupid math homework. Come on memory, there has to be something left to talk about! French fries? Deodorant?
Guess not. Sigh. Homework.
9-5-03
3:34 PM
Wahoo, Friday! You couldn't have come at a greater time. One more day of school and I may just have, like, died. Or something. Dramatic. Er… Happy Friday! Apparently I have plans tonight. Jess just kind of pointed at me in the hallway when I walking out to meet Will to get a ride home and she said, "You. Seven o'clock. You're place." and walked away. So I don't have the foggiest idea what we're doing, but whatever, hanging out with her is fun.
On another note, I hate math, and I hate Lauren Putnam. She took Margarita! Now I don't know what name to be. Urgh. I'll have to think on it some more. Grr. She took my name. Oh, and math just plain sucks. So. There's that.
Enough of my ranting about things I hate. It's time to discuss more important topics, such as how I'm babysitting next Saturday. Okay, it's not really babysitting, but I'm just going to help Stephanie and Jeff out because Caleb's having a birthday party and bunches of little kids will be swarming all over their house. Sweet little Caleb is turning three years old. Aww. Mom and Dad are coming too, but I'm guessing they'll be sitting on the back porch with the Lampi's while they make me play Duck Duck Goose with the youngins. Just you watch, I bet that's how it goes down.
Urgh. I wanted to be Margarita!
Sorry, still on that, anyway, just a few days after Caleb's party is Sydney's doctor appointment that I get to go to and find out if Syd-n-Vaughn junior is a he or a she! I don't know which day exactly, but it's right after school and I can't wait! Ooooh I don't know what I want it to be. I mean, gosh, I'm getting a little sibling! I don't really care what it is as long as I get one, you know? I guess I kind of sort of want it to be a boy, like Caleb, just because he's such a sweetie. Aww, imagine a little Caleb running around the Vaughn household. How adorable would that be?
But really, all that matters right now is that I'm not Margarita and Lauren is! That… Grr! No! She can't take my name! I feel like all the good ones are taken, well, Margarita is taken, which was the only one I wanted so I'm mad! Jess and Krissy decided to be Lucia and Luisa, which is positively evil, poor Señora Voss will get so confused. Hm. This could work. Maybe she'll get so confused that she'll start calling me Margarita and we'll all forget that Lauren stole it from me.
Yeah, I don't think it'll work either. Just a thought. I think I'm going to go Google some Spanish names, or maybe figure out what the heck Jess and I are doing tonight. Hmm. I don't want to Google Spanish names, I just wanted the one! Okay, really, this is enough. I'm sorry that I put you through this, journal. It's not fair. And neither is the fact that I'm not Margarita. Oh…. Sigh.
A/n: Yay. Another part finished. Be proud of me. This took a lot of effort between my many naps. And believe me, there have been many. Review lots, guys, because maybe your reviews will be just the medicine I need to not be sick anymore. Thanks!