i am the child of the wasteland....a land of haunted houses and monsters i call father. dark talents run in the family, but i shatter the glass to let the moonlight in, not to destroy something fragile for the feeling of breaking beneath my fists. all i can do is scream, crawl out, and keep screaming. but i can hold the sparrow, mend its wing... i am the spring rain and the hurricane... the monsters cower now, not me, not you. *xn*

Monday, May. 12, 2003 - 5:57 am

Long entry but a fun "guest adventure" at the end if you care...

i am jealous of my friend for her mom.. yeah its a "sin" "jealousy" if you believe in that sin stuff.. no not a big enough one to move me into the 9th circle of HELL where all kinds of nice freezy things happen- no treachery involved in wanting someone else's mom to be your mom. hmm altho it does sound kinda pervy when you consider i am a mom myself, but not really, but i am, but not, but.. don't make me sad. i spent most of mother's day trying to forget that i was a mom only because the concept makes me so sad, not that ~*she*~ makes me sad or thoughts of her but, well i spent so much time trying to drown out feelings of loss that i forgot (almost) that i had a mom too who might actually expect a call- so i made it under the wire so to speak. thank goodness seattle is three hours behind.

anyway doesn't stop me from wanting my friends mom. she is just one of those ladies that has so thrown her support and love behind her wildly amazingly creative talented daughter, and been the kind of mom behind her through thick and thin- ups and downs and all kinds of wacky adventures. i want to go there and live- and you know she has so much love in her heart she really makes you feel and know that she "is" your mom if you need her, and she'd give you anything she could to help you if you needed it.. so i guess in a way i do have her as a mom.... but i think, what i think i mean.. is that i wish, after having met her years ago and seen the kind of person she is.. i wish i could have had her all this time in my life. sure i sound mean to my mom, - my own mom has had her trials and troubles, bravely come through- but i just don't think i was a good match childwise.. seems like my mom wanted to raise football or hockey players, all i can be is an artist, a singer or whatever it is i am... c'mon you know that it happens.. sometimes people just aren't meant for each other and that can happen in families too. thats just facts nothing to do with sentiments. for who and what i am i think i would have made another momma prouder. i feel love and kindness for my mother most all of the time and a sort of understanding has occured in my head for her.

but i wasn't wrong in thinking that certain things would have been good for me, or wrong in knowing that certain things should have been done and weren't- in health issues with my EB , in educational opportunities, things that would have had lasting positive impact yeah yeah yeah you know the drill. either you nod your head yes to yourself when hearing stuff like this from others because you live it or worse, or you are totally clueless. if clueless.. good for you and be happy you don't wonder about stuff like this.

well what prompted me to think about moms again other than mom-day yesterday.. was this entry my friend wrote (the one with the mom i want). i want a momma who'd sleep on the pew in some airport chapel after schlepping around with me through a Vegas convention selling my art :)

(this wasn't written by me but by my friend and even tho it was a hell trip i still think i wouldn't have minded being there....)

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Hell Trip Home

Here is a lesson kids never EVER fly with American Airlines I realize why they are losing their asses now!God getting home was filled with more drama then the actual trip.We had to get a connecting flight from Vegas to Dallas then from Dallas to NOLA.First we get to the Vegas airport like a hour early.Which we are then told we didn't make the cut off time for the luggage check by like 5 min we were in line but they were going sooooo slow we missed it by the time we got up to the counter and then we get though the luggage check to realize we could have gotten there 3 hours before and still not made it because to line to get through security like where they x-ray your bags and shoes and dig in your underpants was about a half mile long and 5 PEOPLE DEEP across. I could even be understating it could have been even more people and longer lines.Now I have missed flights before and it has never ever been a problem they normally just stick you on the next flight or the flight after that.But I have also not flown American before.So we get through security.At like say 12:00 in the afternoon so they had a flight at like 1:30 coming through.So they only had 2 other people on standby that we knew of so we are like cool this won't be a problem.Well they let the two people one was a brunette lady and this young foreign guy but not us.So we missed that one.So While waiting on another flight these two Australian girls like my age come sit near where we were and one of them

was really crying and saying to her friend about how they just want to get on a flight.So my mom heard this and asked them if there were on stand by too and they said yea till 8am that morning!So we told them that they just let those two standby people on that flight that we tried to catch.So that's didn't make any sense because that foreign guy had just checked in 10 min ago and they had checked in at 8am.So another older lady about 65 with flaming red hair said she was also waiting for a flight since a few hours ago too.So the Aussie girls after they collected themselves went to go see why other people have gotten on the flight before them even though they had been waiting since 8AM.So they ladies at the counter told them if they

wanted to get on a flight they would have to pay a extra 100.00 each.Which they were not going to do because there were on a trip around the world that they have already paid 3500 for and they didn't look like rich little girls so I'm sure they didn't each have 100.00 to spare for nothing.So we,the Aussi girls and red head lady wait till about 10PM yes PM and finally got a flight out of Vegas.Even though they had seats on all the other flights but they were trying to sell those for like 100.00 extra the stand by people couldn't even have them.I noticed at the gate next to us they turned away like 15 people who were ready to board because they had over booked.Then at my gate they had this lady with a little kid that was sitting right near where we were and she gets up to the counter after she had been sitting there so awhile and

they tell her Oh sorry you missed your flight and she got pissed and asked how that could happen because she was sitting right there and they told her they didn't know she had just missed her flight.So something odd was going on because I must have seen like 20 people that had misses various flights to Dallas wandering around so I think they were overbooking or something and just telling the eco. class people that they were missing their flight.So we get into the Dallas airport and us,the Aussie girls and Red Head Lady and then we are informed that the last flight left a min ago and and that the next one left at 6:30 am and it was 10:30 pm at that point.So everybody just said fuck it we were all just going to wait in the Airport.So we ask the lady at the counter who was also a flight attendant and was a ass.About our tickets and she wrote down our flight # and times on our old tickets and we couldn't get new tickets till the ticket counter opened the next day.So after all this drama we all kind of

bonded so Red Headed lady wanted to go outside and smoke a cigarette and didn't want to go by herself.So she asked Mary the flight attendant/ticket counter lady from hell if we could go outside and come back in now like I said she knew we didn't have our new boarding passes and was the one that wrote on our old passes about the flight #'s ect.So she says yea we can go outside and come back in.Well we all go outside for Red Head Lady to smoke a cig and come back to get in.Aussie girls had stayed inside.Some curly headed lady tells us that we have to go through security to get back in.So we have to walk a freaking mile to get to the only open security and they tell us that one of the guys next to us is also trying to get through security to go back in but he only speaks spanish so they have to get some that speaks spanish to check tickets to let all of us back in.What this had to do with us I don't know since all of us spoke english?So the security guy who was the only nice person in there gets some guy that looks like a Spanish pimp to check our tickets.He then informs us that we have to stay in the like waiting area part like the part before you get to before you get into where you wait at your gates to catch your flight.The reason being we didn't have boarding passes for the flight even though we had no freaking way to get them since the ticket counters were closed and miss Mary from hell told us we could go out and come right back in.So at that point we are fucked.So us and Red Head Lady mill around the airport for a few hours and what I love is that they

wouldn't let us back into the airport with out new boarding passes for security reasons.But we could wander around the outer waiting area they maybe had 3 guards in the WHOLE place and they were only at the doors to get into the gate part of the airport.We could go and dig around the luggage claim area and walk around as we pleases carrying luggage that hadn't been checked.SO if somebody was wandering around in there with a bomb all they would have to do is leave it in that area and it would blow the whole airport sky high without having to even get in to the waiting gate part.My mom works at a Casino in the middle of nowhere down here

and they have to by up everybody's ass at all times they even at 5am in the morning have a guard at the freaking bathrooms!So I kind of think that at 12 at night a airport should have a guard at least guarding the outside of the freaking airport!!!!So we get board and starting walking around the airport some more and we find this Chapel in the freaking airport.It was like a little chapel room with a stained glass looking thing and bibles and books from different religions and like some prayer rug looking thing on the wall.They must have a preacher guy that sits in there during the the day to counsel people who are all freaked out or something.I don't know if most airports have that or what.So we deiced we'll sit in there for a little while since it was secluded and I start digging through the bibles and books.After a few min we figured we'd go into the like baggage claim area to watch TV and get Cokes and Candy from the vending machines.So we watched TV for a few hours and chatted.So then we decided we were tired the nice security guard had offered to get us some cots but we weren't going to sleep in the waiting area where everybody could see us.So I being insane I deiced we should go crash out in the Chapel area!So we went thinking it had carpet and was secluded enough we could close the door and go crash in there.So I said I always wandered what it would be like to be a Hobo and sleep in abandoned places.I said we all needed Hobo names so I asked Red Head Lady decided she wanted to be Lucy,Mom's Hobo name was going to be Charlie and

mine was going to be Hobo Willie.We all lay down but from the Hobo name story my mom gets the giggles at that and start laughing her butt off which prevents me from being able to sleep so I start kicking her in the head which makes her laugh harder.You have to keep in mind the sleeping arrangement.It's in a Chapel My Mom is laying like behind the door area like at my feet I think she picked that place because there was on religious stuff on that side of the room.I told her she had picked the Secular side of the room.I chose to sleep at the door because I figured if a cleaning person or security guard came to check it out they would bump me at the

floor or the door and see me and think it was a dead body and run away and leave us alone plus I got to be under the prayer rug thingy,Red Head Lady was near where my head was.So we are trying to sleep and Red Head Lady was so exhausted she starts to snore which reminds my mom of our dog and she starts laughing so I try kicking her in the head again which doesn't work again.While watching my mom roll on the floor laughing I noticed a quarter falls out of her shirt pocket.Mom seeing the quarter on the floor says where did that some from?I tell her retard it came out of her pocket and she said hell no Jesus gave it to me and you just don't want me to know.Which makes me start to laugh then she finds a sunflower seed on the floor and is like what the fuck don't they clean in here so I said it was because Hamtaro

must have been in there.Which makes her start laughing worse because of my stupidty.I try and lay down and ignore mom's laughing which only gets worse because they way I was laying in my black skirt bare foot reminded mom of when my grandmother would get drunk and pass out on the floor.So Finally we all quiet down and take a nap for a few hours.It was about 5:30 am we sneak out of the Chapel to go get our tickets before somebody caught us in there.We get to the ticket counter and there are people already in line.Which we though odd because they had told us that the counter opened at 6am and we had to catch a flight at 6:30 so I was

worried that if it took time for us to get through the security we'd miss our flight again.So we asked one of the ladies what time the counter opened she said 4:30.So as usual we were misinformed by a American Airline employee not do most of them give you the wrong info but they are all rude also.So we finally get on the plane to NOLA which we are very tired and acting like retards at that point and everybody was kind of looking at us on the plane.LOL.But after we landed we still had to drive home 3 hours from the NOLA airport.So we FINALLY got back home.To prove that I spent the night in the Dallas Airport Chapel I signed the guestbook they have on the little table in there.So if anybody ever goes to the Dallas airport you can go in the chapel and see my name in the guestbook!HA HA.

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If anyone who reads this happens to go through that airport and gets a snapshot of her entry i'll send you a gift and send me the picture because it will freak her out to wonder how the heck i ever got it ;)

ah sunrise in NYC again.. i have a bad night-owly pattern- bad because rick's been on a day sun-birdy pattern or whatever birdy ref you'd give to mainly daylite hours (and he does a lot of night-owl stuff too but we have not been hourly sync'd lately..)... plus i have a damned cough.. NO not SARS, and no you can't catch stuff like that from reading computer screens so stop spraying it with lysol you're getting me wet! g'nite g'day...

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