Why does no one post here anymore?

goshness, it has been such a long time since i've checked this blog. ::sends kaits hugs and mini-marks:: I second Ellie - I would have been a shivering wimp-pile hours before you did. Your family, incidentally, seems really close-knit, and that's neat.

hugs,
Katie

Awww! ::sends hugs and waves of sympathy to Kait:: That would seriously suck. I'm sure I would have broken down far before you did, especially if the subway was closed. Oy. Have a chocolate frog.

I've got a long, harrowing story to tell.

Maybe I should get a journal of my own for events such as this.

Nah....too much work...

Anyway, Ingrid and I were going to see Aida yesterday. We were going to do student rush and get tickets for the two of us and my Mom and aunt. So, we get in at 8:20 after last Tuesday's fiasco and find the line is already almost filled. Whoa. So, we put our names on the list and wait in the freezing cold. Bill Evans, the PLJ/Eyewitness News forcaster said the city would be getting about an inch of snow later in the day. It was bitterly cold but we waited patiently and ended up with only two tickets. I called my mom and she said it was okay, she wasn't that intent on seeing Sherie anyway, she'd come pick us up after the show.

We had lots of time to kill, so we went to the Met and hung out. I wanted to see the GreccoRoman stuff and the Egyptians ("Maybe we'll see ShoelessAdam!" "I doubt it...we'd be able to hear his ego breaking the glass by now...") and the Arms and Armor. We killed about four hours there. We also went to a new Japanese bookstore to look for Blind Target and Angel Sanctuary stuff. Finally, we decided we should get back down to 47th. The Museum was closing anyway. When we got outside it was snowing. Lots. It was very, very pretty, and actually warmer than it had been all day. We walked through Central Park to take the subway back to Rockafeller Center and it was so incredibly beautiful. Not many people were around and it was twilight and the snow was so lovely.

When we reached the other side we took the train to 49thSt and 7th and took shelter from the snow in a McDonalds (the same one we went to after we got tickets). I called my Mom and she said to call Ingrid's mom to see how we were getting home. As it turns out, Bill Evans was devestatingly wrong and they had already gotten 4 inches of snow back home. We had close to three in the city and it didn't show signs of stopping anytime soon. Ingrid's mom couldn't get in either. We told them we could take the bus, which has a stop about a mile from my house. They said no. We'd have to stay overnight with Ingrid's Grandmother in Chinatown. We were angry, because we really wanted to go home after the show. As I look back on it, I don't think concern even start to cross my mind. The roads in the city were fine, I didn't understand why we shouldn't be able to get home. I was gonna be freaking tired and I knew it.

My mom called back on the cellphone a little while later. She was already concerned. She started rifling off random information about the firehouse my uncle worked at on 48th and the apartment of Sue's brother and his boyfriend and Ingrid's aunt's place and the office building where someone she knew was staying overnight. I thought she was really over-reacting, I just wanted to go in and see the show. When she finally hung up, that's what we did, walking over to the Palace (which was right next door) and finding our seats, which were on opposite sides of the theatre.

I had the pleasure of sitting in front of one of the rudest women I've ever met. She kept insisting this guy was sitting in her seat and when he insisted that she was supposed to be in row A and he in AA, she called him "rude" twice and then ran to get an usher, who told her that the guy was right. She made a face and muttered that he was right, but he didn't have to be rude about it, and then kept repeating, loudly enough for him to hear, that she hated rude people. I wanted to whackslap her and shout about hypocrisy, but I didn't.

The show was great, the stage door would have been better if some girl hadn't deleted the picture she took of Ingrid, Sherie, and I from my camera. Adam ran his little big ego-ed butt to his limo and sped out of there like no tomorrow. Afterwards, we called Ingrid's mom and figured out what train we should take. We paid our fair, took shelter from the STILL falling snow in the station, and then realized that we had just gotten into the uptown station, not the downtown one. We went up and in search of a downtown train, which we couldn't find. Ingrid started to panic, so I asked a guy working a parking garage. He gave us some directions to the F/D/B line we were supposed to take. The problem was, all of the stations were closed.

Shit.

I remained relatively calm. I always remain calm. That's my job. Ingrid was flipping, and I knew I had to stay sane so I could take her arm and lead her away from the fourth closed F/D/B station and towards an open N/R train running downtown. She called her mom, still a little frantic, because this train didn't stop at the place where we were supposed to get off. It was now nearing midnight. Her mother told us to wait until she called back to get on the train. Ingrid was trying to hold it together, but I could tell she was panicked. All I could think about was how I insisted to my mother that we would be fine and everything would work out the night before when she was questioning if we could get around on our own. Her mother hadn't called back after about 15 minutes, so we called instead. We played telephone tag for another ten as we figured out who would pick us up at the station.

When we finally were able to get on the train, I started to feel my composure slip. I'm always composed. It's my job to keep everyone else in line, but I was so tired I started to worry and lose it. By the time we got off I was reduced to monosyllables to keep myself from totally breaking down. Ingrid figured it was just because I was tired. And, that probably would have worked until my mom called. She too accepted the "tired" excuse until I tried to apologize and started to cry.

Shit.

I started to cry and she started to cry and luckily Ingrid and her uncle were too busy arguing over whether we should stop to eat to notice me in hysterics. I just really, really wanted to be home I suppose. I was cold and tired and I wanted my mom and I hadn't seen her in over 24 hours. I wiped my eyes and handed Ingrid's phone back to her because it was beeping. There was no one on the other line, and I could hear my mom get back on and ask Ingrid if I was okay. Ingrid didn't notice anything was particularly wrong, or at least, didn't say anything. We got to her grandmother's house adn I nearly broke down a few more times. I finally fell asleep reading my new book and listening to The Lion King (the movie) and House at Pooh Corner by Kenny Loggins on my recorder after I found the tapes at the bottom of my bag.

I came home this morning. Ingrid's mom drove us and brought us tea and soup. When I got home I learned that my whole family was up until midnight worrying about me and only went to bed after my mom called them all and told them I was at Ingrid's Grandma's house. My mom was the most worried of all I I felt even more guilty and we sat there sobbing. Then I told her about the show and took and shower and a nap. Family members called all day to "talk to my mom" but seemed much more relaxed after I answered the phone.

Anyway, I just felt the need to share the whole story with someone/something. The majority of people I know won't hear this whole thing, just that I saw Aida, got stuck in the city, and had to stay with Ingrid's relatives.

If you're still reading, I applaud your attention span ^_^

Oh, and Susan called this afternoon. She's having a great time in Baltimore. They were first in line for tonight's show!

-Kait-
Listening To: American Girl, as covered by Matchbox20
Reading: Winter Birds by Jim Grimsley, I believe. It's amazing, it really, really is. Dream Boy is supposed to be even better.
Thinking: I should send Inna those Ant pictures....
Dreading: Babysitting my cousins during my aunt's surprise party tomorrow...

posting a fic that blatantly disgustingly awful - how do they do it? how? what do they do with their time - ? (and then another posts a fic that's almost perfect, except that it doesn't have your name on it. and any thoughts that you might have been half decent at this writing thing sort of melt away like butter in microwaved peas.)

jealousy - all right, i'll admit it. (but i don't have to like it, do i?)

I'm in a pissy mood.

Ingrid and I went to rush for Aida today, but her mom and my mom discouraged us from taking the 7:45 train, and told us to take the 8:15 express bus instead. We got there 20 minutes later than I had suggested and didn't make the cut off for the line. Sherie is leaving in a few days and I really wanted to see her again and Ingrid wanted to see her for the first time and I wanted my mom to see her too, and now we might not get to go again at all.

I'm not happy.

N'Sync....::shudder:: I feel your pain... I, on the other hand, have been watching TWW tapes all day with my mom. I got some episodes in the mail today that I didn't previously have on tape. I finally got to see the only episode I haven't, the one where Charlie is hired. I was very excited ^_^

I was going to write something specific in here, but I can't remember what. So...yeah. Instead, why don't you go watch my favorite Huck/Mark be his adorable self at rehersals. (once again he stresses the education thing. ::Grins:: He sounds like my english teacher.)

trying not to play "space cowboy" by 'n sync... failing miserably. frrgh, it's so cheesy and nonsensical, too. ::hangs head in shame::

i can't relate exactly, seeing as i'm an only child. but yeah, i have this one friend and it's great when she gets good grades and i'm happy for her - but i always want mine to be as good or higher. ('cause grades are the one thing i can actually beat her at... at least until this year. ::grumble::)

somehow i don't think that's quite what you're talking about. :p

katie

currently: grading papers... meph
reading: fanfic that i promised to review, oy!
word of the day: bonhomie - n. good nature; pleasant, affable manner; amiability (bonhomous, adj.)

It's funny, having younger siblings. There's this constant ferocity you put around them, even if you fight a lot. This little buzz in the back of your head that wants them to do better and better. One minute, you're making fun of them for only getting a 90 on a test, the next you're bragging to your friends that your brother did much better than their's. Even though they end up thinking that all you want them to do is fail, it's not really true. You want them to do very, VERY well.

That is, as long as they don't do as good as you did.

Sure, you want them to outshine the other little brothers and sisters. You want them to be the best they can be so that you have some pride and bragging rights. "My brother? Yeah, he'd in GRO. Gets high marks in it too." But, as soon as they start to toe that line, that "Wow, you got a B+ in honors science? You might show up your sister soon!" point, you start to get insanely jealous. Suddenly, you do NOT want them to do better anymore. You secretly hope they don't get that A to prove themselves so much better than you. You don't want them to fail, but you need to keep your place in the spotlight. You can't suddenly be usurped by the younger child...it wouldn't be right.

Luckily, I haven't had to stand up to that yet. My brother and I have chosen different tracks so far. I'm in the Humanities. I take/have taken Honors Engish and History and Academy Sicence and Math. My brother is sticking to the Honors Science and Math track thus far, so there hasn't been any real competition until today, when he got his SAT scores in the mail. I get home before him, and I was so tempted to rip open that envelope or hide it until I could be sure I did better. But, I didn't touch it. He came in and I casually mentioned it. Ripped open the envelope. Read his score out loud.

970.

I was safe.

I immediately felt silly. What did it matter what we got on our 7th grade SATs? They don't really count. I told him he did well and consoled him by telling him that my supersmart friend Jyothi got the same score. And then we moved onto other things and it was dropped.

It was silly, now that I think about it. But I can't help but feel relieved, you know?

Anyway, I just thought I'd share. I read two books of Dangerous Angels today, and I'm loving it. I love Weetzie and Dirk and Duck. I realized that I read Baby Be-Bop about a year ago, so I was happy I got to see some more of Grandma Fifi before she died. And now I understand that ending part of BBB (ooo...Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered....erm...sorry. I'll always be a Buffy-fan at heart...). I got a good idea for a story about Roger's childhood. Maybe I'll work it into a story I'm trying to hammer out. I have the next week off from school, so maybe I'll get some time to work on some of this stuff. We don't have much homework over break.

I've almost got my camera installed!! Sudol 2; Computer 0.

Currently Reading: Dangerous Angels By Franchesca Lia Block. Read it if you already haven't, it's amazing.
Listening to: The TV, which I plan on turning off in favor of some MB20...
Interesting Thought: My english teacher says when I'm a little older we "totally have to hang out." Hmm...I think that's nifty ^_^ (yes, I'm a geek)