Well, yesterday was long. Mother and I left home around ten I think? I had woken at eight, took a shower, ate and got myself “packed”. I have started bringing my Discman (Aren’t I just ancient?) and some CDs. They always end up being the same ones.

I stuffed them in my messenger bag, something I have not used in almost a year, a journal and a bottle of water. I tend to have an amount of time to kill when there. My mom bleaches her hair and then gets it cut, so that takes about three hours while I take thirty minutes. Har.

Well, the two hour drive was full of talking actually. It might have been because I did not sleep well the night before, thus I was loopy. Loopy means I’ll talk a lot. I thought I had told her about the weird dude from my childhood. I wrote about him and placed it up n my site, actually. I call him the “Watcher”.

Yeah, though… I thought I told her about him in better detail like I had in my small “tribute” to him. I guess I did not. So I told her things when they came to mind. His looks, how he talked to himself, all that jazz. It seems she had a completely different visual. Oh well.

I think she was a bit surprised with how nonchalant I was about talking about him… considering he sounded freaky and scary. Well, I got used to him. He was a regular occurrence and he did not do anything to me, so yeah. I see him as just another odd memory of my youth.

We spoke of a few other things, but I really cannot remember them, I fear. I know we spoke of my dad, a bit about the family members… other than that… no.

We got to the state capitol and as usual it was packed with traffic. It is one of the highly populated areas of the state. My mother showed agitation, not like other members of my family, but I could tell through subtle signs.

We arrived in good time nonetheless. She and I stopped by Lens Crafters at the mall, but soon her hair appointment got in the way, so she said she’d return later. We split ways then, since mine would not begin until another 45 minutes.

Since I was on the top level, I hit a movies/music store.  I had jotted down a few movies and their prices. As the case stood, I’d get a better deal getting them online, so I left the place soon after.

I killed most of my time in the book store. It is not of wide selection or variety, and I usually never find anything I am looking for, but I go anyway. I pulled my journal out and looked around for two books I jotted down, with titles and prices listed on the ‘net. One I never found, which the usual case was. I found the second one and saw it was a decent enough deal, so bought it after browsing the entire store – a ritual.

I checked the time and decided to head to the hair place. I still had twenty minutes o kill though, so I headed to Earth Bound. I never find anything I would by there either, but I go anyway. I tend to be hopeful that some day I’ll find something and for the other case, it is just to look.

I soon had to leave. Half of my hair was chopped off and I told my usual hair dresser about my household’s state as of late. When through, I paid and left back for the EB store. Getting a thorough look, I actually did get something though I knew it was not practical and that I would have nowhere to put it.

I wished to get a stainless steel ring, but damn it, I was not going to pay the amount for such a small thing. Anyway, I talked with a girl who had been working there for only three weeks. It was pleasant. I eventually left, checked on my mother’s progress and then left for the bench outside the salon to kill time.

I did not think I’d been in the mood for reading, but the book was light, amusing and did not really take so much of my concentration. Usually I immerse myself in books, must have silence and read through it with little to no breaks. This book was different.

I has settled myself at a table with two chairs a walk away from the salon since the damn bench was taken. Took out my music to block out the rest of the mall and read. I remember laughing and likely making facial reactions. I read up almost to chapter four before I decided to check on my mother again, since it was nearing four by then.

She was still getting the finishing touches, thus her hair was still wet. I found my body was freezing and covered in goose bumps then as well, since my mind was not preoccupied. I settled in an unoccupied salon chair and resumed what I had been doing before as I waited.

Soon they were done. We left to finish up my mother’s business in the Lens Crafter’s place and then left. Thank god. I was hungry by then. It has been eight hours and thirty minutes spent only drinking water.

We ate at Soup and salad. It is a great little place. I usually just get some cold pasta, without the additional salad embellishments. They have breads and these cool tortilla crust pizzas. I often get a breadstick or two and a few cheese slices. For the first time I even got some soup, but it might have been because it was minestrone. I have had not had that in a long time.

The interesting thing is, I actually went back for a second helping of soup and a breadstick. Yeah, ever since summer, my appetite has slowly grown. Now I have been eating three meals a day. It relieves my mother and likely others, but it freaks me out.

What can be said? It has been determined that change does not usually bode well with me. Well, this was one of those times. It bothers me. Sure, it is the healthy thing, but when have I ever abided to normalcy in health concerns? Well, I go with it.

When done, Mom and I left to visit my great aunt. I love her like she is my grandmother. I guess it is because I never really knew mine. She died when I was around eleven, I believe. Anyway, the traffic was terrible. I figured it was a four cornered thing. One, this is summer. Two, it was Friday. Three it wasfive o’clock. Four, we are Irish – a joke no one understands other than me. Heh.

Well, we finally got to our destination an hour and a half latter, a trip that usually takes twenty minutes. It was short, but pleasant. We talked. Lillian made cake, and we politely took a slice each. Mom relayed the “Egyptian Plagues of July 2007” to her with my occasional inputs to help her recall correctly. There was much amusement and laughing. My “aunt”, but actually Mother’s cousin, came by the time we were in the middle of talking about the rat my mother named “Willard” – some sort of book character she said. The conversation went on and I learned that my great aunt was fearless about snakes and rats, unlike my mother. Heh. She will kill snakes. An ax or hoe and she will dice it until it cannot be recognized.

Well, we had to leave soon. One it was getting dark. Two, Lillian was starting to get tired, according to my mom. I don’t notice such things I fear. My great aunt suffered from the loss of her husband, as I mentioned somewhere in this. He was “Uncle Benny” to me. That is one case. The other part is she has heart problems.

I really do believe she enjoyed the visit though. I’m glad for that.

Well, my mom and I set off then. It was around seven thirty. She decided to take me down memory lane with her. We went to see where the house she grew up in was and she talked about her childhood. I appreciated the rural sights. It was very nice. After that, we were on the highway headed for home.

Somehow we got back to talking about that lucid figment of mine again. She once more is reminded that there was much she never realized about me when I was a child. I once again observed that I have a strange mind, odd reactions and that apparently things I never think of as important to my psyche are missing puzzle pieces that help solve my… problems at being normal? In any case, in the process we also made more discoveries about my childhood and what was really going on. I’m not too sure, but okay. She’s the expert on mental cases.

It seems most of my mania showed in my childhood. Then by middle school it sort of took the form of how one really views a bi-polar person. After that it became more depression focused. Okay then. How nice.

Well, soon we came to be home, we dallied a bit, like putting things up. I spent time with all the cats to make up for not being able to see them that day and then headed for bed. ‘Took a shower and hit the pillows.

I woke up mid morning today, ate something, but found my head was too out of it. I lay back down and had a light snooze, I think. When I got up it was around one, perhaps? I did chores, found a lake of dog piss in the dining room and worked on that lovely issue. My mom finally came back from getting her nails done. We ate respective lunches and then went grocery shopping. The day was long.

After putting everything up, my mother admitted to possibly requiring a nap. I said I would likely lie down as well, but would instead read. It seems our predictions rang true. I finished that book, and it was very good. It remained a light read. I needed no deep concentration and… well… I was not mentally drained after it. It was surprising.

When I went to add it to my shelf of all my read books, I discovered another thing. It did not really go along with any of my other books. Most of the books that were of similar genre were grim or some other case that… well… it made me notice I am still extremely solemn.

Well, that is all. I started this after reading the book, checking the laundry and settled here. I know naught of any real occurrences coming along in the future other than obvious or already mentioned. Interesting.