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In the headlines for Monday, July 4th, 2005...

Happy Independence day!

Miss Rose goes to Florida
... on possibly the worst way to travel.

Family lights fireworks
and Miss Rose, feeling absolutely crappy, stays back and watches.

*cell phone rings*

I turn over in bed to answer the phone, which seemed to have woken me up following just about a half-hour of sleep. Who on earth would call me this time of the night? I needed my rest, especially since sleeping between the two yestermorning didn't quite push my buttons the right way. It was mother on the phone.

"I was just calling to see if you were all packed and getting ready to go..."

I drowsily scolded her for waking me up in the middle of the night, JUST for that. I had already set my alarm for 4:00 am, since my flight was at 6:00 am. On top of this, I was feeling horrible (and still am), because of this flu-type thing I've contracted from God-knows-where. My right eye was itching and watering, and I'd have a headache each time I bent my head. I needed my sleep, especially since when the lot of the family (Grandmother, Aunt, Uncle, various cousins) were back from Florida and talking nonstop forever, and I had many troubles inviting sleep, I know I'd have hell the next day, since I'd have to wake in just a few hours.

I hurried her off the phone as soon as I can so that I could recover some more lost sleep. However, when I hung up and looked upon the clock of the phone: 3:59 am. >_<;

I got dressed, did a little more preparation, and wondered where my uncle would be (my ride to the airport). He definitely wasn't downstairs >_<; I waited, and brought my luggage into the living room. A good time later, I saw the towncar pull up in front of the house (where has he been?). So, off to the airport.

So, I got to the first plane (this was a connecting flight), slept for most of it, but waking to experience a pounding headache (actually, there were three flight attendants standing over me trying to wake me up - did they think me dead?). I was feeling realy crappy. To top it off, the pressure was building up in my right ear. Problems with my right eye, now my right ear.

So, I left the plane and stood in O'hara International airport, Chicago (or is it O'hare? I can't rememeber). I left my more unattractive and burdensom bags under a seat, and carrying Habibi-chan around, I scouted the various breakfast options, since I have more than an hour til my next flight) I ended up ordering a breakfast sandwich from McDonald's - my cheapest option. I also ordered a Fruit Parfait and didn't have to pay for it. Sa-weet. When I looked at the diminutive cup given to me, I was more than happy that I didn't have to pay for it (do they magnify these things in the advertisment?)

I ate my breakfast and had a little converstation with my dad, and Jess, on the phone. Jess and I complaining to each other about how horrible we felt - Which then turned into a semi-argument when she mentioned that I may have caught it due to going from a hot to cold setting alost immediately, and I told her that this is not entirely possible, since colds are caused by viruses, not temperature changes.

"Colds are not caused by a virus!" - Jess

"*confused - did she just say that?* Um...of course"

"Colds are not caused by viruses...it's bacteria...C'mon, I should know this..." (So should I)

"If colds were caused by bacteria, wouldn't there be antibiotics that could effectively treat them?"

"I'm pretty sure they're not caused by viruses...I don't know, you may be right, maybe I should ask Neil (aunt)"

That was weird. >_<

So, on the second plane, i fell alseep again, until I woke up, mid-flight, to an unstoppable growth of pressure in my head, making me feel as if my head were to explode. Either that, or the blood vessels in my head were to do so. I tried chewing on ice, moving my jaw, and just about every other option that may possible help in moving my eartubes. My head was inflating.

I was glad when it was all over. What a horrible was to fly. When I walked into the airport, the first thing I noticed was the Borders. I sat aside of a nice old lady who made a little conversation after making a comment about my jacket. She gave me this massive pain killer to take for my headache, the kind that if one took whole, they would choke. I cut it in half, and she offered to watch my bags until I were to get some water. Afterwards, I went to the Borders, for seemingly no particular reason, since I had no money, and the old man picked me to take me to the house.

So, house. Dad, uncle, and I were the only ones there at the time, and I tried to force myself ot eat something and take some vitamins and whatnot, before the little ones came home. I couldnt stand the hugging and greeting and annoyances at the moment, so I tried to get to bed before they arrived. That failed. When dad was handing me the vitamins in his room, I heard the lot come through the front door, and I hid behind the bedroom door (this bedroom is right next to the front door). Promptly, I heard one of them ask my father, "Where's [Rose], is she here yet?"

"No, I couldn't find her, I went to the airport and I couldn't find her."

They asked a whole bunch of question for a while until my dad said,

"Kelly, I thought I told you to clean up my room for me today? Didn't I tell you to clean it before I come back? Go pick up that thing behind the door."

Well, it wasn't like I didn't know he'd blow me over at one point or the other.

Anyway, I think I did get my sleep, because after a while of lying in bed, father woke me up (for some strange reason, since it was dark out), telling me to "get up". What for? To come outside to shoot some fireworks.

To our luck, there were fireworks going off at every angle - in front of us, behind us, and at either side - we saw fireworks, and in close proximity. There were those who were shooting off some cheap little buggers on the street, including my dad and cousins, while uncle, aunt and I watch and passed out the 'works. We even had those little sparklers that ended halfway (cheap little shits). I must say, I can't say that I enjoyed it as much as I should have...the cold bug was killing me. I felt light-headed, sniffly, headache-y, and just...shitty. I went inside and brought out a bowl of porridge and sat on the pavement.

I grew tired of it quickly and was relieved when out bag of fireworks and crackly-thingies ended and everyone packed inside. eh.

Did some other shit for the rest of the night, mostly dealing with computers.

In other news, I waved the American flag today in celebration of Independence Day! (And everyone told me to put it away...:-/)