Solaria's Not-So-Daily Journal

[Melty Fairy Kei]

Ｗｅｌｌ，　Ｉ’ｍ　ｇｏｎｎａ　ｔｒｙ　ｍｙ　ｈａｒｄｅｓｔ　ｔｏ　ｄｏ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｅｖｅｒｙ　ｄａｙ．．．
ｂｕｔ　ｉｔｓ　ｐｒｏｂａｂｌｙ　ｎｏｔ　ｇｏｉｎｇ　ｔｏ　ｈａｐｐｅｎ．．．

Feel free to add comments and read.
Really nothing TOO personal in here...

 

[Melty Fairy Kei]

Ｓｏ．．． (Sunday, July 22, 2012)
Ｙｅｓｔｅｒｄａｙ　ｗａｓ　ｈｉｇｈｌｙ　ｅｖｅｎｔｆｕｌ．

We were up in Narragansett RI at the beach.

I was having fun teasing the seagulls and drawings random things in the sand, and watching them be swept away by the currents.
My mum was getting pissy because she forget to bring an umbrella, and my little brother was going out too far into the water, so she was getting worried, and taking out her frustrations on me...as usual.

You see, I usually hate large bodies of water, and I hate being near them...
So I was just standing at the edge, letting it lap at my toes, and running back towards the beach when I thought it was going to get past half-way up my calves.

Finally I was getting hungry, and apparently the rest of the family was too, seeing as they had all come back to shore to dive into the picnic basket.
We all had our full of food. My mother had made egg salad for everyone else, and had packed me a few fluffernutter sandwiches because she knew that I couldn't stomach the egg yellows. There were fresh strawberries and green grapes, and delicious sun chips. And water. Lots of cold, cool, refreshing water. I guzzled at lest three or four bottles the whole trip, and I shall tell you why.



It was a little after 6:30pm, and all of the Lifegaurds had one off duty, as the beach had closed at 6:00.
We were just lazing around, and my mum was starting to get pissy again, saying something about how we shouldn't have even brought the boogie boards with us as we weren't even using them.

Then there was this odd sound. I looked around, and I saw this lady running up right in front of us, crying, and yelling out in near hysteria,
'My baby! Miho~!! Miho!! Somebody, help!! Miho!! My baby!!!'

I got up and looked around in the water, and sure enough, there was a little kid and a man rather far out, and struggling to get back into the low tide.

I didn't even stop for a second, and I rushed into the water, and people had noticed me standing on the edge and running backwards, so they definitely noticed me running into it, and started looking to what I was trying to do, and started going out and trying to get them in as well.

I screamed at my little brother to go to them, as I had made it about halfway, and couldn't do it, but I was sure that if anyone on the beach could get to them, my baby brother could.

My mum yelled at my brother telling him not to go, but as he heard the near hysteria, he jumped right in and paid no heed to my mum's repeated reprimands, going towards them as fast as his legs and arms could take him.

I kept trying to go, but I was too short and had just gotten over a cold, and my left arm was twinging, so I knew that I couldn't keep going. I heard my mum yell at me to go get the boogie board, so I ran in as fast as I could back down the beach back to our blanket and stuff, and grabbed a boogie board with the arm latch still attached to it, then ran as fast as my legs could take me back into the water and kept running into where I was before and gotten taken under and back by the waves that had gotten lager than I was tall a few times before I could finally hand the board off to someone running in the same direction.

I looked out ans saw that my little brother was the only one that had made it the whole way to where the boy and the man, that we now knew was his father from the screaming and hysterical hispanic lady, and was going underwater to push them up and forward.

My heart was in my throat the whole time I watched my little brother go under the large waves, and then I felt relief as this head popped back up. I got caught in another wave, and let it bring me back to shore.

I was wheezing from having run so hard and so fast for the first time in a long time, and I watched a bit of it for a while on my knees while trying to catch my breath.

But then I heard the lady screaming and coming back up the beach, she had gone to use the phone to call the police, and was coming back up the shore.
Her children were now with her crying and yelling out in fear for their brother. (One of the little girls was one I had seen throwing mud on the seagulls earlier, and I had told her that if she held the bucket of mud by the handle, it wouldn't get all over her and splash out as easily.)

No one else had went over to her yet, so I speed-walked as fast as my burning lungs would allow at that point in time, and told her calmly and evenly,
'We've got him. We're bringing him back to shore now. He's going to be okay. Everything is going to be fine.'

The lady paused from her screaming crying and hysterics to give me the biggest happiest relief-filled grin I have ever seen in my life, and then burst out into another onslaught of tears, and hysterics, this time on a more happy note, and I smiled, almost wanting to cry with her from feeling the emotions coming off from her in waves.
The little kids were shrieking with a bit of joy as well after looking towards the beach and seeing that I was right, and I had to move away, as I felt that I was going to do the same, and didn't feel like exhausting my body any further than it already was.

I went back over to my blanket, and watched as they brought the boy ashore, by my baby brother no less, then made him sit up, and the family ran over to him as he coughed up what seemed to be about four cupfuls of water.

I looked out to the ocean and saw as people were still were still bringing int he father to the shore, and at that point, I went over to the blanket and just sat down. Brought one of our bottles of water over to the little boy, who took it thankfully.
The mother thanked me, and hugged my little brother for saving her baby, and the people that had congregated along the edge of the beach had come over to me and told me how fast that I had been running, and how impressive I was to had just gone straight in like that.

I of course thanked them, bowed, and then walked briskly away, as i was yet again starting to feel too overwhelmed at the feelings wafting from the direction of the mother and her children.

I got another bottle of water and downed it straight away, then got my little brother one and made him drink it. I didn't need the hero getting dehydrated on me after all.

Ｍｅ　ｗｈｅｎ　ｗｅ　ｆｉｒｓｔ　ａｒｒｉｖｅｄ


Ｔｈｅ　ａｄｏｒａｂｌｅ　ｓｅａｇｕｌｌｓ lol


Ｍｅ　ｅａｔｉｎｇ　ａ　ｓｔｒａｗｂｅｒｒｙ


Ｔｈｅ　Ｂｅａｃｈ
(my two little sisters are the ones in the front)


Ｔｈｅ　ｓａｖｉｎｇ　ｐａｒｔｙ　ｔａｌｋｓ　ｉｔ　ｏｖｅｒ　ａｆｔｅｒｗａｒｄｓ
(consisted of congratulating me and my brother, and then talking the whole thing over)


Ｍｙ　ｌｉｔｔｌｅ　ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ，　ｔｈｅ　Ｈｅｒｏ


Ｔｈｅ　Ｐｏｌｉｃｅ　ａｎｄ　Ｆｉｒｅ　ｓｔａｔｉｏｎ　ｓｉｔｔｉｎｇ　ｏｕｔ　ｆｒｏｎｔ


Ａｗｅｓｏｍｅ　ｏｌｄ　ｃａｒ　ｐａｒｋｅｄ　ｎｅａｒ　ｔｈｅ　ｐｌａｃｅ
ｔｈａｔ　ｗｅ　ｗｅｎｔ　ｔｏ　ｆｏｒ　ｓｕｐｐｅｒ　ａｆｔｅｒｗａｒｄｓ

 

[Melty Fairy Kei]

Ｔｏｄａｙ．．．(Monday, July 23, 2012)
Ｗａｓ　ｒａｔｈｅｒ　ｔｉｒｉｎｇ．．．

Well, today I went to go and see if I could get a book from the Library and get a haircut.

I met up with my ex and her new bf on the way there, and we kinda hung out.

I thought it was hilarious what she did to her hair...and her style had always been outlandish, but this was even moreso, what with the lipstick.

She died and coloured her hair a bright pink...like, cotton candy pink, cut it oddly, and had a purple dress-shirt over a pair of black leggings. Which would have looked fine, but then she had the shiny, purple lipstick...which just made it look like she was trying too hard. Plus it was the middle of the summer and rather hot out, and she had on LEGGINGS...but I digress.

She looked happy and that was all that I was concerned about.

I mean, we may have gone through a rough patch after the break-up, but she is like a little sister to me, and I would do anything in my power to make sure that she was happy at this point.

It doesn't really matter to me what others say, but she is still going to be dear to me for a long time coming.
And not in the attraction way either.

She's the one that made me realize that I had to grow up and stop being such a little kid. She helped me to mature faster, and it allowed me to get a job, and start acting my age. It's not everyday you meet someone like that, and it's not everyday that you get that badly, but are able to take things from the hurt anyways.

Well, anyways, the library was open, and I found a book that I fully intend on reading, which has been rare for me lately. I need something that sucks me in entirely, and this book did just that...although it was crazy hard to ride my bike back to the house with a good-sized book in my hand. Lucky for me that I can ride a bike one-handed.

But, both of the town's barber shops were closed...and it's a MONDAY....wtf?
One of them didn't even have monday listed as a day of the week on the front door. Yeah...I know...odd...

So, I am planning on going down to one of them tomorrow to get my hair done...hopefully they actually do it the way that I want it to be done.

But hey, one can only hope, right?

 

[Melty Fairy Kei]

Ｔｏｄａｙ．．．(Tuesday, July 24, 2012)
Ｗａｓ　ｒａｔｈｅｒ　ｗａｒｍ　ａｎｄ　ｓｕｎｎｙ，　ｗｉｔｈ　ａ　ｓｉｄｅ　ｏｆ　ｆｒｕｓｔｒａｔｉｏｎ．

Went on a bike ride again today to go and get my hair cut.

Which should have been easy,
except...
My a** was still sore from the bike ride yesterday to go and try to get the same thing done.

I have a rather bony but...so people don't like me sitting on them for very long...which kinda sucks because I love to cuddle...

But still, it sucks even more when i have to sit in one place for an elongated period of time, as the lack of actual glutenous fat is lacking, and so I get numb there easily...
then I have to get up and wiggle my but while walking around...
and I end up looking like a retarded duck. -_-U

But still, I got down there, and was all sweaty and gross, signed my name on the roster, saw an old teacher from the classical school that I used to attend, and we sat and talked while I cooled off.

The classical school that I attended was rather tight knit, so we even knew all of our teachers rather well, as most of them were mothers or fathers of the kids that went there, so it was rather nice to see her again.

I had been rather good friends with her daughter, and wasn't on that bad of terms with her son either, so I got a greeting from him as well.

We sat and talked about all that had happened since the school had closed down for good, and then about different hairstyles, and finally I was called up.

So I waved bye and got into the chair and tried to explain what style that I had wanted...which should have been simple, right?

Wrong.

I got a rather nit-picky, in-one-ear-out-the-other older woman.

I had tried explaining that I wanted to have it layered, but the top layer long enough to still keep in some of the highlights.

Well, she must have heard me wrong, or just wan't paying attention to the way that I was motioning at my hair and making a line with my fingers showing how short that I wanted the top layer to be, because she then hits me with a term that I don't know, and then gets to work...making it stay about the length that that it was already, but with a bit of layering on the very bottom.

So I tried explaining it again, and yet again I motioned to where I wanted it with my fingers, and she said she got it and went to work on it again.
But this time she only made it mid-length short.

Further down then where I had motioned for it to be, and when I stopped her to try and get her to understand, she started telling me that I should have brought a picture with me because I wasn't very good at explaining what it was that I wanted.

ლ(ಠ_ಠლ)
Seriously?!!
What?!

It's a good thing that I can act well, because I made it seem like it was my fault, and I kept smiling sheepishly like it was my fault and laughing nervously, and apologizing for the final effect.

I knew that whole time the lady was just difficult, and wasn't listening to me or watching my hands which had been showing her what I had wanted fro, the get go, and was showing her how I had wanted it done.

But whatever.

She got it done properly in the third try after telling me that she wasn't going to try again
(Hell at that point I would have just left without paying. Seriously bad service!!)
and finally gave me the cut that I had asked for in the first place.

All I have to say is that when you are faced with a barber...you do not want to show any sign that it may be their fault.
Did that once when I was small, and ended up with a mushroom cut instead of a cute bob.

But I smiled after i left and it was all done, as I felt lighter and knew I had gotten my money's worth anyways.

Ｂｕｔ　ｎｏｗ　ｉｔ　ｉｓ　ｒａｉｎｉｎｇ．．．ａｎｄ　Ｉ　ｈａｔｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｒａｉｎ．　﴾͡๏̯͡๏﴿