July 1, 2009


I am back in my home, sweet home, and I am oh so very happy.
It's nice to be able to take a shower with water pressure that is just right, and to use my own computer, and play my own guitar. Just like Nyx asked me to, I tried to call her as soon as I got home. However, something horrific happened to her phone line (a tree hit it, or something) so I ended up just walking down there, only to discover that she wasn't actually home. It was rather disappointing.
In other news, I managed to get lost at the train station. It was the same one that Mario and I had to wait in for an hour that one time when we missed our train. When I tried to leave the station to find my Dad, I ended up on one street on the wrong side of the station. When I saw that his car wasn't there, I went down two more escalators to a different street. When we wasn't there either, I went back inside, through the tunnel underneath the tracks, and then lugged my rolling suitcase up two flights of stairs before finding the third and final street, where my father was waiting.
It was fun.


vicky/bruney said...

OMG TEA!!!!!! I was at the YMCA (on main street) because my brother was working out there (yea, I know Gretch, someone in my family does actually exercise!) and I went over to the snack machine to get a snack.
The snack machine's background/ casing was made with 5 or so pictures of kids playing sports at the Y. AND guess whose picture was big (like 3 feet tall 2 feet wide) and front and centered? MARIO'S!!! I was like OMG! it's mario and my mom was like who? and I was like, "this boy Tea know" and my mom said "why would Tea know a 11 year old (it was a younger pic but it was unmistakably Mario!) and I was like "he's 15 or 16 now..." anyway, I just thought you'd want to know that there is a picture of your lover emblazoned on the YMCA food machine...(not just like a picture taped on, his image was actually part of the machine!!!)

your most faithful mario spy,

Tea said...

That's actually very, very funny. Are you sure it was mario and not his brother, because I've been told they look a lot alike. Vicky, I commend you for excellence in, like, spying, or something like that. If I ever go to the ymca, I'll be sure to look for said picture.