Weird things happened today.

At 8:30 this morning, someone knocked on my door to tell me the bus was here. The problem is that I don’t ride the bus anymore, and haven’t for like 4 weeks, (I thought after 3, they’d take me off the list.) I yelled through the door that I was going to second service, but she didn’t hear me and was like, is there anyone home? I didn’t want to open the door but I had to because she wouldn’t stop. I opened the door and told her I’d be going to second service, and she had no idea what I was talking about. I had to repeat it twice, which was weird, because I was very obviously not ready to go to first service, and here I was standing at the door in what I normally wear around the house. I talked to someone who rides the bus when I was at church, and he said they just asked someone outside who said she lived here. Whether or not she actually did, or whether they sent a random stranger from the street to knock on doors until she found me, (she said she didn’t know me, not that I know everyone in the complex,) is ridiculous, especially if you consider that they probably waited around 15 to 20 minutes. Why could I never get them to wait when I rode the bus? It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever! I got a call from my dad this afternoon, which was weird because dad never calls me unless we’re going somewhere or there’s some kind of emergency. He said, “I have an important question to ask you.” He proceeded to ask if he could borrow $600, and I said no. When are my parent’s going to learn to stop calling and asking me for money? Yeah, I could have give him the $600, but I haven’t paid my bills for this month yet, so I’d be pretty low by the end. Not only that, but I’d find it pretty hard to aford Christmas presents next month if I gave him the money!

Church tomorrow.

A different person is picking me up for church tomorrow, but she called eme earlier today and told me she couldn’t bring me home, because she has something to do after church. I called a couple that also goes to the healing rooms, and they’ll be taking me home. I didn’t send out the newsletter today, because it wasn’t ready, I need to get more links ready. I’ll probably do that tomorrow morning before church.

Today and tomorrow.

Not much went on here today. I was going to go to healing rooms tomorrow morning, but it had to be canceled. The director’s wife’s mom had a stroke yesterday, she passed away. They’re going to California to be with the family. One of the ladies that helps run it will probably be picking me up for Sunday church, or at least that’s the plan right now. I’m hoping she won’t call me and tell me she can’t pick me up at the last minute.

Answering a question.

Do you remember your dreams? I do if they’re vivid or really strange ones. Otherwise I don’t usually dream about anything worth remembering. I wish I remembered more of them though, because that would be cool! Via That’s my answer.

I had fun today!

I got back from the shelter around 9 tonight. I think we had somewhere around 30-35 trick-or-treators, but I didn’t think we were going to get any at first. I was there for about 5 hours, as I got home around 9, just like last year.

My dish is set up.

I got dish today.Our apartment complex decided to switch to dish for TV, and the guys came to rewire my TV today. When I told mom I got my dish set up, she thought I said “fish,” how you get “fish” from “dish” is a bit strange, especially after I repeated it twice, then had to repeat it 2 or 3 times more. I’m looking forward to tomorrow, I’ll be going to my friend’s work to help hand out candy to the kids that come. Lol, I had a hilarious “I implore you never to mention that name again!” moment, and I was laughing a lot, I think I was still laughing 10 minutes after! I think my neighbors probably think I’m crazy. It all has to do with Reddit of course, but it’s a long story. It’s more like Reddit, SRS implores you to never mention the forbidden username again!” Which makes it even more hilarious, because SRS is flippin ridiculous! SRS refers to this subreddit click the link and you’ll find out what it stands for, but esentially it’s “crap Reddit says,” except it’s SRS instead of CRS. But yeah, they’re ridiculous, these are the people who want to destroy Reddit.

Today.

Church was good today. I didn’t realize the people picking me up were going to get here as early as they did, so I wasn’t quite ready when they came. I just got done watching the last game of the world series! I don’t normally watch the world series, but since the SF Giants were in it, I thought I might watch the last game. The Giants won, 4 to 3, in the bottom of the 10th! Yeah, it went to extra innings.

Today went well.

I shared my testimony at my friend’s work today. After we were done, (and after the bible study she had to teach was over, we went to a local mexican place for lunch. I don’t remember ever eating at there before, so that was cool. After I got home, I got a call from one of the people that helps run the healing rooms asking if I went this morning. Obviously I didn’t, so I said no and explained why, then she said she remembered me saying that last week. I’ll be going to church second service again tomorrow, because that seemed to work well last Sunday.

Mom tries again, (although so far unsuccessfully.)

Mom called me tonight to… of all things… ask me if I wanted to go to an open house at the assisted living facility she’s wanted me to move into for 2 years on halloween. Thankfully, I made plans for halloween 2-3 weeks ago, when my friend Kim invited me to the women’s shelter where she works to help hand out candy, (like I did last year.) I thought I did away with this issue by sending mom the following email, dated 4/19/2012:

Hi Mom, I’m not sure where to start, but I’m writing this because I probably wouldn’t be able to say it very well over the phone. I suppose I should start in July 2010, when this thing that has gone on and on actually began. You thought it was necessary back then, and you still do today for some reason that only God knows and I don’t, to put me in a home with people who would be a lot less like me than it appears that you think. Let’s get one thing straight right away, you must think I am, but I’m not mentally delayed in any way that I know of. Trust me; I know this because I was around students both at OSB, and in special ED who were a lot worse off than I ever was. So the question remains, why do you want me to live in a commune with people I most likely wouldn’t be able to carry on a substantive conversation with? A second question is why would you even think I would be happy in a place like that? For 2 years, I’ve thought and prayed about this, and I’ve come to realize this is definitely not where God is leading me, and if it were I’m 99% sure I’d already be living there. I know you probably don’t believe that God has a plan for all of us, but scripture states the contrary on several occasions. Jeremiah 29:11 is one of them. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” In 2010, you said I should see things from your point of view. You guys don’t want me to be alone, and you want me to make friends my age. There are better solutions for fixing these issues than this. You don’t want me to be alone? Well one way to fix that is for me to meet someone and get married, so set me up with someone and we’ll see if it works out. You want me to make friends my age? I’m sure there are church groups for people my age, and if you’d like to take me, I’ll be happy to go. Not only that, but if I were going to consider moving into one of these facilities, the last place I’d want to live would be here in our small town, where there isn’t really much to do. I’d rather live in a bigger city, with more places to go and things to do than here. So if you want to put me away, the least you could do is take me far away from here. Secondly, if I was going to move, I wouldn’t want to move into a smaller place. Where’s the logic in that? Oh… there isn’t any, it makes no sense whatsoever! I thought after a while, you would let this go, but since you haven’t it’s come to this. I suppose one final question remains. If we traded places this instant, and you were me and I was the one insisting you move somewhere you really didn’t want to, would you? I’m sure your answer would be yes if it were me asking the question, but let’s say there was an impartial person involved here, then what would your answer be? I’ve decided to forgive you for the past 2 years of lectures when every time something goes wrong, or I was having trouble figuring out how to do something that it would just be easier if you live with us, or in a place where someone can take care of you. That however doesn’t mean I have to forget any of it, and I, (being exactly 16 months away from turning 30,) don’t have to comply with anything you’re asking me to do. So I just received your text, the lady that runs the place thinks I’ll love it there huh? Well I don’t want to live at someone else’s whim until the day I get married. I’m sorry but this just sounds like you’re trying to institutionalize me, which is what you’ve been trying to do for years. If you haven’t figured it out now, I’m against said institutionalism, I went through that for 3 years at OSB, and I do not wish to go through it again for the rest of my life. I could convert to Catholicism and become a nun, or become a monk and live in a monastery, or do something really, really bad, get arrested and go to prison for a long time. Would any of those things satisfy you? Because I’d be happy to do any of them if it gets you off my back, the way you’ve been off and on for the past 2 years.

OK OK, I probably shouldn’t publish this, but there aren’t any email addresses in this part, and I wanted to have a clear record of my efforts. I never got a reply to that email, and for 6 months, mom never addressed the issue, until today that is. OK, a bit of clerifying information, the assisted living facility is for people with developmental disabilities, which officially means that it happened while in the womb, but today it’s taken to mean people with a mental delay. Yeah, and mom wants me to live in a place like that.

I gave myself another typing test.

My commission counselor wanted to know how the thing she sent me was working, so I gave myself a third typing test. I managed to type 55 words in one minute this time, instead of 40. Otherwise not much went on here today, I’ve had a headache pretty much all day. I ended up streaming some Twit Live, but they didn’t do as much coverage of the windows 8 launch events as I thought they would.