Prospective LJ Addict

Those of you who know me well know me as a writer. I'm not very public with my writing, but even in the past 6 years I have finished some 10 books, cover to cover, full of introspective reflections and struggles I've faced. They've been many. Anyway, the point is I have potential to become an addict. I'll wonder the streets of Oxford at night, insomniac as I am, searching indefinitely for anonymous clubs and therapy. I tend to be long-winded... oh, the shame! So please excuse me. On the other hand, I am still very unfamiliar with the program.More later... something interesting perhaps. 1-West rules all of middle earth! That is, I had no idea we had such a strong network of sharing feelings & writing. You guys are the best!

The Grande Brigade

It was already 11:30pm, on a Tuesday night no less, and there was a party in Eva's room. Her friend Chris asked me earlier if I wanted to take a flight with he and some people in his personal aeroplane. I couldn't pass it up. So to try to make this long story short... Two Chris guys, Grande, and I drove out to Oxford airport, although it took us a half hour and a phone call to find the car we were taking from Ditmer. Chris spent another time wave trying to start his plane, but we finally plugged it in via extension cord to get it running. We left Chris, II, to pull the cord out of the plane, but he took his time and was almost blown away by the instant wind factor. Then we took off. We flew to Dayton, but couldn't land, and flew back to Oxford. That's when my motion sickness kicked in. Chris, II, watched for the runway but visibility sucked, and he finally shouted, there it went! (Or something of that nature.) So we flew around a little more and ended up landing in Hamilton, somewhere around 2:00 in the morning. The runway wasn't plowed, so the plane got stuck in a snow drift. We pushed it out of the snow and down the runway. Then we quickly parked it and tried to get in to Hamilton airport, which was closed. It's too bad Grande tried to open the revolving door, because he broke it! So we jumped a few fences and began our multi-mile hike down who knows what road, past the powerlines that sounded loud enough to electrocute us all. We had all we needed to survive though. Even as I was without socks, and Grande and Chris, II, had only hoodies on, we saw a little Bible study bonfire setting on one side of the road, a lumber yard on the other, and enough power plant to start a fire.We crossed the railroad tracks to the sound of a train, then spread ourselves shoulder to shoulder across the highway-- just walking. We tried to thumb down a guy in a silver porsche, maybe... He swerved in our direction then drunkenly continued down the road, only to smash into a pole a quarter mile down the road. How do we know? We didn't see it happen, but after standing dead center in a four lane intersection, and hiking down a random road, we were picked up by the cops. "Excuse me, we got a report of four Hispanics flagging down traffic.." So, we got into the cop cars that had searched us out, just in time to overhear the reports of a guy in a silver car that plowed into a pole. It was nice of him to miss us at least. Let's not forget the drunken lunatic who on sight of us sounded his horn down the entire remainder of the road! So, here we were, 4 Hispanics, in 2 cop cars, and they pulled up all of our driving records. We were terribly suspicious, with the guys' infamous court histories and bad driving records, and my being listed as M for male on my license. (I had you fooled, didn't I?!?!) Not meaning to mention they wanted to know where we got the plane, etc. Chris had left his pilot license in the plane which was still stranded at the airport, so ours seemed a very likely story.We call a cab, a 50 dollar cab, and wait at a UDF, where the women won't sell us beer because it wasn't quite 5:30am yet. The cab picks us up, tries to tell Chris exactly how to drive a plane-- and he definitely had no idea what he was talking about. Then he continued to ask us if we did all this shit on a normal basis. As the cabby tried to take us back back to lock up the plane, the train on the tracks came to a stop, with an ambulance on one side, and a silver car on the other, accompanied by emergency vehicles. Did the car hit the train? Or the train hit the car? And what of the pole? The question remains... but that could have been all our asses!!! We finally get back, keep poor Eva awake for a while-- as she was writing her lab paper; then randomly spray Chris's crotch with Febreeze, then Grande's, then mine-- and repeat as needed. I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth before taking a short nap in time to go to my 8:00 class. The entire corridor is in the bathroom, so I ask what time it is, and they tell me it's 7:30am. So our crew sat around in Eva's room until we all gave in to either attending class or sleep. The guys came up with our ingenious Hispanic gang name, for our short comrade who goes by Grande, and who busted the revolving door; The Grande Brigade.

First day

Yeah, Collins Hall!!! Live from Miami University, this is Missy. I have a lot of work ot do on this journal, including updating my friends list, but I already have plans for tonight. Somehow, I am going ot work my late shift at the deli, then go flying in Chris's personal plane, and after that finish a novel-- that is, read it, cover to cover. This should prove to be an interesting night. I love that we had a ton of snow this weekend-- 6 foot drifts in my front yard! And I definitely got down with my little guys to tunnel through the snow when I went home. Those handsome twin brothers of mine turn 5 years old on Wednesday! It's very exciting.