Happy Friday! I am doing better sickness-wise, but I was thoroughly out of commission for awhile. How are you doing? Did you enjoy Easter? Are you enjoying these first days of April? I am liking them very well. It is warmer than England, a few days already like summer, which is worrisome but enjoyable.
I will detail more of my plane adventures now like I promised on Easter, since you might find them entertaining. Have you ever seen the John Mulaney bit about Delta Airlines? You’ll never guess what I was flying. The first c. 7 hours went well until we had to stop in Winnipeg, but we were stuck on the plane there for about four or five hours. When I got off, they told us they didn’t have enough hotel rooms for all of us, so I resigned myself to drinking enough coffee to get through the night, since getting a hotel myself sounded like a hassle. But a mom of a girl about my age asked if I was traveling alone, and I started hanging out with them. They were very nice to me, and the Mom having a working data plan really helped since I was very in the dark. The only WiFi working was Tim Horton’s, which petered out past baggage claim. I slept in baggage claim for a few hours under a casino billboard with a blue rodent on it. After that, there’s not much else to talk about, besides getting some free meal papers and getting back on the plane the next day. I was still sick and had a real bad headache. Getting back was a great relief. The next few days I was exhausted to the point of falling asleep. That is all of my adventures. Canada was very pretty and snowy outside of the windows. I might’ve liked to take a walk outside the airport, but I’d made friends and was very tired.
I watched Lisa Frankenstein a few days ago and loved it. I highly recommend since it is very fun. Perhaps it is more to my taste than yours, however, since it’s like an old Tim Burton movie if Tim himself were a woman. Mom also quite liked it since she was an 80s girl.
We are going to Disneyland on Tuesday. It is another Delta Airlines flight. Mom promises no more after this trip. Pray we do not get stranded in Mt. Shasta territory or crash directly into the Grand Canyon. At least that would be a cool way to go out. You could use that for an amusingly morbid ‘two truths and a lie’ game while my ghost is bragging about it in purgatory. We’re going with Collin, his family, and Laura again this year, which will be very nice. We watched the Star Wars movie with Kylo Ren to understand the rides better, and the funnest part was going “Hey! I’ve been there!”. Otherwise, I thought it was boring. Have you seen any of those movies? I don’t really recommend, except maybe the first one.
This letter is sounding very self-centered today. I suppose that’s not a very bad thing, since you are my sister and I know the hell of not knowing how your sister is doing. I’ve been wondering what you’re up to for nigh on eight years now. I am doing tired, and a bit stressed about schoolwork. That is how I’m usually doing. Tell me how you’re doing someday. My dearest fantasy is listening to a Les Miserables-length memoir of how you’ve been doing since I left seven years and ten months ago. My version would sound like this: the fall of 2016, when I was eleven, we stayed at Laura’s in Phoenix and I wrote stories about the dead children from FNaF to express how my pre-trauma life had died. I missed you and Mom like a trapped ghost on earth misses life. In the new year of 2017, we stayed at the tiny house in Eugene (near Prince Puckler’s) and I wandered those neighborhoods stealing trinkets from people’s backwards and listening to nightcores about how my life was dark and bad now. I self-diagnosed myself with anxiety and was wrong (it was a panic disorder). The summer of 2017, I turned twelve and had to be on lots of TV because of our sperm donor. I despised it but did it because Mom said it would let us tell people about you. I thought about Undertale a lot and hated the loud, crowded city. Etc. Things like that. But Les Miserable length, if my memory problems could afford that.
I will sign off today. I miss you. Tell me your memoir sometime.
With love,
Alice