Breathless as I write about the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen in this concrete dungeon, cynical though I can be about this place, tired as I am of the nicotine that I was captive to, listening to the opera that I love and tried to ignore for 3 years; I want to describe the most beautiful painting that my eyes have just had the privilege of setting on. As I was sitting outside slightly annoyed at the neighbors nagging incessantly about this and that to their spouses, children, dogs, and whoever is willing or forced to lend an ear, I tuned out and looked up. It was that simple. I looked up. Gliding across the sky was an airplane with it’s landing gear ready for the ground. There was a sliver of orange piercing the belly of the plane; a reflection of a setting sun. As the plane split through the sky, I noticed the magnificence of what artists have tried to recreate for centuries. The sky looked like it was on fire the lower my eyes went. The colors were breathtaking, and as my eyes made their way up, the colors went from fiery to majestic. Magenta faded into blue, then to turquoise like the color of the ocean here in Miami, then to white, then to royal blue, then to indigo with the first traces of the stars beginning to wink their routine hello. Shooting through the sky were clouds that looked almost appetizing like cotton candy, twirling about playfully, soaking in the last rays of sunlight. The sharp palm tree silhouettes, barely distinguishable in between rooftops, the electrical wires winding their way through, tiny me writing a tiny story, in a tiny world where my toes are the size of half an atom compared to the ginormous painting created by a setting sun.
Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what is still possible for you to do.
Pope John XXIII
Usually, rainy weather makes me sad. Today for some reason, I feel like a cotton ball. I woke up this morning with my book resting on my chest. Both of my hands were holding it in place. I know that I really like a book when I fall asleep with it, and cuddle with it. I know, I’m a weirdo but this is what happens when I’m lonely and I am satisfying my addiction. I love my books, so I cuddle with them.
Amanda and I enjoyed a wonderful night minus cable and internet. Because of this storm, our electronic blah blah blah was acting up. Amanda and I just sat around in the room trying to pretzel ourselves. I got stuck and fell forward and she laughed at me and took pictures. I would rather not post them up, they are pretty ridiculous. I laughed too, which resulted in me not being able to breathe. After we got bored of this, we tried to have a reading date but that was unsuccessful because we kept on playing small pranks on each other and goofing off. Finally, she hid in the living room to talk to her boyfriend, and I went to France. I drifted off to sleep.
Le lettere sono sempre bruciate
Non e comi i film
Ci hanno nutriti sulle piccole bugie pietose
Je vous verrai dans la prochaine vie, peut-être
Un coeur qui est rempli comme une décharge
Cada vez viene, me come viva
Trato de comportarse, pero me come viva
Entonces declaro una vacaciones
Duerma, el deriva lejos
Così ho succhiato la luna
E ho parlato anche presto
E quanto è costato?
Sono stato fatto cadere dai raggi lunari
Ed abbiamo navigato sulle stelle cadente
Je vous verrai dans la prochaine vie, peut-être
Oh boy! What a story, what a story. So after sitting at my desk, feeling funny from a lack of reading, I went outside to enjoy five pages of my new favorite book (I think that I say that after every good book that I start reading). Just as I was disappearing into the world of Dumas, this well dressed man walks into the little indent in the wall next to me, whips out his wiener and started peeing on the wall. Usually, I would have cared less if the said man was more than 15 feet away from me, and probably would have thought it quite funny. But no, this man was within arms length of me, and not only was he peeing so close to me that I could smell it, but he placed his cigarette so close to me that it burned a small hole in the back of my dress. Infuriated, frustrated, and everything else in between, I jumped up and said “excuse me sir, there is a restroom inside of the office!”, he ignored me. This angered me even more, and I stormed inside and told Laura, and asked her if I was allowed to throw the coconut sitting on her desk at him. Of course she said no because it would jeopardize my position. He had the audacity to come back into the office and ask how much longer it would be until his name was called. My face was boiling hot, and I had to control myself from yelling at him. When he looked at me, however, I stuck my tongue out at him. RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!!
Currently reading The Last Cavalier, Dumas’ last written work. Finally, I have found a book that satisfies all of the qualities that I look for in an amazing book. Beautifully written so far. I know that I will be very sad when it is over.
I am so sick! I don’t know how this happened. One second I am perfectly fine, eating flan and strawberries, the next thing I know I am hunched over the toilet saying hello to everything I have eaten over the last couple of days. My nose is stuffy, and my throat is scratchy, and my eyes are watery and itchy. It hurts to breathe!
So, Saturday night, Amanda and I snuggled up and watched Paranormal Activity. Since we are both chickens, we were laying there covering our ears and jumping behind each other at every scene that looked even a little bit scary. I still have nail marks on my arms where she grabbed me. Well, in between the screaming and the laughing a tiny beetle decided to fly on her head. She must have jumped like 5 feet in the air, slapped me, then fell off of the bed taking the plate of crackers and ham with her. Another reason to laugh until our stomachs hurt. After the scary movie, we decided that it was bed time. She lay on her bed and I lay on mine. My mind was running a marathon, as always. I leaned over: “Amanda! Are you still awake?” I whispered, tapping her on the head. “Huh? (mumble, mumble.)” She turned on her side, turning her back to me.
“Amanda! Wake up!” I had the covers pulled up to my chin, and my feet safely tucked in at the other end. “What!” She mumbled. “Amanda, I have to tell you something important!” I didn’t really have to tell her anything, I was just scared, and it was dark in there, and the dresses hanging in the open closet were making funny shapes, and I was scared of opening my eyes again. “What, Katryna.” She mumbled, still half asleep. I thought about something important enough that would get her to wake up enough to talk to me. “I’m scared!” I blurted.
“Go to sleep, Katryna.”
“Okay, then close your eyes and count.”
“Because it’s dark and I’m scared.”
“Scared of what? I feel bad for your future husband, he is going to have to put up with you after a scary movie.”
“Don’t say that word! I’ll get scared!” Aha! Now I knew how to keep her awake.
“Amanda, did I ever tell you the story about this house? About the ghost.”
“It’s a good one. This girl who waited too long for her husband back in WWII, killed herself in this room when she got the letter saying that he died at war.”
Great, I just succeeded in scaring myself, again.
“Really? Was she pretty?” I let my imagination go.
“Really pretty. She was a singer. Sometimes, you can hear her singing about him. Their favorite song, the one that they had danced at their wedding. People have seen her roaming around the house, dressed in white. The rope still around her neck.” I was talking complete nonsense, and yet I was scaring the crap out of myself. “This is why so many people have moved out of this house so quickly.” She was sitting up now, her hair a tousled mess on her head. “Yeah, and …” I couldn’t stop talking. I love telling stories, and this one carried me away. By the end of my ridiculous tale, Amanda was sitting up in bed staring at me through the dark, her mouth open. “Amanda, one more question…”
“Can I sleep with you? I scared myself even more.”
” I can’t sleep.”
“How about we watch another movie?”
“What do you want to watch?”
“The Hills Have Eyes.”
We didn’t fall asleep until the sun started coming up. By the end of the movie, we were at our wits end. We ended up sitting under the covers, asking each other if the other was still awake until we drifted off to sleep around 6am.