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It's day 5 of my vacation. I can't believe it.

I arrived in South Carolina on Thursday after what can only be described as the 'worst train ride in the whole entire world'. I don't want to say anything bad about the good old state of New Jersey. I love the movie Garden State and the famous people who came out of that place alive. But my relatively calm and quiet train cabin became a rowdy, loud, cabin from hell once we started boarding people in Trenton. I didn't get any sleep and I ended up sitting next to a 15 boy who kept looking down my shirt. Remind me never to wear lace around a 15 year old boy again.





When I reached my stop, I was a little sleep deprived (thanks crying baby) and hungry.





But the last few days have made up for the terror of that train ride. I mean how is it already Monday, I want the days to drag by a little more. The first day I slept, a bunch. Then I ate, a lot followed by more sleeping.





Friday was a little more eventful. I am dressing up as Amelia Pond (Dr. Who, 11th companion) for Halloween. I know, it's weird to be thinking about Halloween so early. That is exactly what I told Josh when he asked me if I was going to the Halloween Party he is throwing in October. I shrugged and said 'i don't know, ask me in October'. But then we started talking about costumes and because I am uber obsessed with Dr. Who, I immediately knew that I wanted to dress up as one of his companions, which is pretty hard to do seeing that they dress in everyday clothes. But, when i remembered that Amelia Pond was dressed as a kiss-o-gram/uk police officer in the first episode, I knew then what my costume was going to be.





The moment, I told Josh I was going to be Amelia Pond he gave me a look like 'really, your not a Amelia Pond kind of girl'. He suggested I dress as Martha Jones or even Rose Tyler because I'm not, in his words, 'as feisty as Amelia Pond'. I think what he was trying to say was that I couldn't pull off the whole sexy, feisty, and buxom red head thing. But the moment he said that I knew that I was definitely going to be Amy Pond because it's Halloween and I want to go against character. I don't care how silly I will look. The wigs down here are cheaper, so on Friday I bought two auburn ones for my costume. I actually look a lot better in them than I thought I would, and come September I'll start ordering the rest of the items.





Anyway.





This weekend my mom made a lot of food and we camped out in front of the living room watching a mini True Blood marathon. It's what my family does. We are the most introverted people in the whole entire world. Outside of each other, we tire of social interactions quickly, so when we are all together we don't need the excitement of other people. We prefer spending our time away from the world and find comfort inside.





I have five more days of my south carolina vacation and I intend on writing and reading some while I am home. I brought too many books with me of course, especially since I have a bookshelf full of novels I haven't touched, but I could get through three or four books while i'm here.





Of course, I came across the box of my old journals (in my closet) this weekend, which I attempted to read last summer but grew to depressed to read after a while. For some reason it's all too soon to read the misery of my teen years. I was an angry little bugger, who thought leaving this place would make everything better. Leaving has and it hasn't, and I am not yet at that age where I can look fondly back on the last twelve years of my life without resentment and regret. So despite wanting to spend the day reading the 13 or so journals I poured my heart into, I won't. I'm not ready yet.





But I am going to re-read the stories I wrote (because damn are they funny) and listen to my record player. The most exciting find these past few days has been some VHS tapes my mom found a few weeks ago but didn't know whether to throw out. They turned out to be tapes I recorded on some years ago and they are too amazing to chunk in the garbage. Before Youtube, I spent my summers recording music videos, tv clips and other nonsense on my brothers blank tapes. I watched some of them yesterday and they are like watching Home Videos of sorts. They are my own personal 'mix tapes' of everything I use to love when I was a teen.





So that's where I will be today. Reliving some memories while keeping some at bay.





God, it's good to be home. A proper post tomorrow. Mainly about Simon, because he invaded my thoughts as I was trailing through the city on Wednesday. So yeah, he deserves some revisiting. Tomorrow. Pinky Promise.

~Becks





p.s. I'm still receiving really strange comments in Chinese characters on a daily basis. Strange only because they aren't relevant to the posts ('share the great sense of Pinella'. I have no idea what this means). I'm not trying to be an ass in comment regulation and I understand that translations can get...well lost in translation... but some of these comments are just indecipherable and will be deleted.





Writing here has allowed me to reach and be reached by anyone who wants to stop by this 'space' and it's also why I will not privatize Everything Was. But if your comment hasn't appeared in the comments it's because I cannot make out the translations. I am not playing favorites or anything. Whoever wants to comment can, whoever wants to just read can do so also. I intend on allowing any and every comment that I can make out, especially those relevant to the post.

Everything else will be Deleted. I'm sorry.



That's all. Sorry for the small rant but I hate having to delete these comments only because I can't understand what they mean.