Old School

A spent an hour or two last night teaching me how to dance the blues in the parking lot of a plaza, with cheerful dream pop playing loudly from his twinkie of a bus.

Needless to say, we drew a lot of looks.

Lost track of time, and somehow, a good night turned into a good morning.

:)

Paranoia

Obviously, T is not one to take "stranger danger" lightly.  His level of  concern and devotion makes my heart explode.

4/28/12
8:28pm
T:  Herro there, you still need me tomorrow?  I can call too and depending on what you say I can come and rescue you or leave you be if you're having fun.  If I call and you say "Hey what's up?" that means you're having fun.  If you just say "Hellooooo?"  That means you need prompt rescuing.

4/30/12
6:11pm
T:  Why you wigging out homie?  Also what do you want me to do?  Steal you, sit with you, or do you want a signal to have me go away just in case you're having fun?

7:06pm
T:  Hey so am I pulling you out of the tea house and taking you home or am I just "stopping by"

9:28pm
T:  Final question...Are you telling him I'm coming or should I act surprised...The first would be better but I can improvise if need be...And I can't be out late, I have a project to do.

10:05pm
T:  How is it going?  Rescue or no?

11:01pm
T:  Okay, I had no idea what you wanted me to do other than be chatty for a bit, so I hope I fulfilled what you wanted.  It seemed like you guys were having fun.

11:44pm
T:  Text me when you're home safe so I don't worry.

5/1/12
12:40am
T:  Are you alive?

Tonight I met a boy who looks like a cross between Hercules and some Twilight vampire. He swept me off my feet when I went dubbing, and danced the blues with me to Mt. Eden. I felt very much like a sexy teacup with all the sporadic swirling and twirling and dipping involved. He drives a VW bus and makes pottery--I suspect he may be a hippie.

And we are to have coffee on Monday.

Oh my god.

Little Dragon - Twice

So complicated.  

Twice I turn my back on you

I fell flat on my face but didn't lose

Tell me where would I go

Tell me what led you on I’d love to know

Was it the blue night

Gone fragile

Was it both men

In wonder steady gone under

Was it the light ways

So frightening

Was it two wills

One mirror holding us dearer now

Thought I had an answer once

But your random ways swept me along

Colossal signs so I got lost

With so many lovers singing soft

Was it the blue night

Gone fragile

Was it both men

In wonder steady gone under

Was it the light ways

So frightening

Was it two wills

One mirror holding us dearer now

Thursday Night

So I don't just paint my nails during my free time.  Apparently I also paint board decks now.

(Definitely not as cool in person)  
 

Acrylic Paints, Water-based Paints, & Calligraphy Ink

B.oB - So Good

You'll be in the high life
Soaking up the sunlight
Anything you want is yours
I had you living life like you should
You say you never had it so good
La la la la la la
You never had it so good
La la la la la la
You never had it so good.

Mothers

This is going to come off as an ode to someone else's mother, which I know is a bit odd, considering how I haven't written much about my own.  In time I will.  My mum's improving--she wasn't really there for us much of the time growing up, but things are changing slowly but surely, for which I'm grateful for.  My parents have a way of balancing each other out in their extremes--when one becomes unstable, the other one tends to compensate for it; in this case, my dad's been growing increasingly nutty these past couple of years so my mom's been taking care of things (kind of).  Sometimes I feel like he's losing a grip on reality.  Pervasive senility in your mid fifties is an early indicator dementia.         

Anyways.

M's mother is amazing--I'm not just saying that because she brought me porridge (though, she makes the best porridge ever, hands down) and continues to load me with groceries to this day, through thick and thin.  I honestly think she is one of the hardest working, most loving and self-sacrificing mothers I have ever met.  I have so much respect for that woman.  And I have yet to meet someone with more knowledge on Western and Eastern nutrition than she does  ::grins::.  Sometimes I miss sitting down in their cozy kitchen, listening to her long, well meaning lectures on preserving health while helping prepare dinner for the night.  After all, how often do you develop a relationship close enough that you can  feel that comfortable around someone else's family?  I wish I could tell her all this, but I don't really know how--I mean, how do you transition a conversation into telling someone's mother how amazing she is (and you're not just referring to her cooking)?  It'd also be kind of random, now that I think about it.  

On another note, when she phones me from time to time, I can't help but to pick up on the loneliness in her voice when we talk, which kind of breaks my heart a little because I imagine how empty her house must make her feel with both children gone.  She tells me she misses me, but in reality, it's really them that she misses.  Still, it makes me want to go visit her and try to fill the void as best I can even though I understand that it's not in my position to--it would also be a bit unorthodox and probably inappropriate, but then again, that would depend on who you ask.  So all I can do is ask her questions and listen to what she has to say.  And who knows?  Maybe that's enough.

Ow.

So I woke up groggy in the middle of the night, stumbled blindly down the stairs without turning on the lights (a futile and stupid, stupid act in an attempt to preserve energy  ::face palm::), and ended up missing the last three steps of the flight, which resulted in me collapsing heavily onto the cold, hard ground and spazzing out uncontrollably for a bit before realizing that no one was coming BECAUSE THEY WERE BUSY PLAYING MASS EFFECT 3.  Though, for the record, it wasn't because they were ignoring me; it was because they couldn't hear through their passionate battle cries and spurts of gunfire--or massive orbs, whatever.  I suppose that's one of the negatives of living in a house of boys, or specifically, gamers.  They're not very attentive. 

For the first week or so, I couldn't put any weight on that leg at all (it was extremely awkward hopping around to get to places due to lack of crutches and my refusal to use an umbrella as a cane)--but because I could walk after awhile with minimal pain, I assumed I was healing along just fine.  It's been about three weeks since then, and my cuboid and ankle's still a bit...wonky.  It gets painful and sore after long bouts of being still and then moving again.

And suddenly I'm not so convinced that I don't need to see the doctor anymore to get it checked.

I am having way too much fun with this.

Maybe I will cut my hair.

But then again, it's because I have this wig that I don't have to...

So this is the one time I can have the best of both worlds :)

K's enjoying himself as well.  He's got that model face down.

L:  Why don't we ever have random talks anymore Chantal?
C:  It's been busy.  
L:  Well you have them with R.  That hurts me.
C:  Erh, I mean you've been busy.    

I would talk to you more if you didn't constantly threaten to beat my face in, you bipolar son of a bitch.  I adore the side of you that's not crazy, but ever since you told me that you like/d me, you've been really difficult to be friends with because you're so angry at me all the time.  Your defense mechanisms are damaging to my psyche and the only way I know how to keep my face in its original condition is to tip toe around you--that means not speaking unless I'm being spoken to, and limiting our conversations to prevent provocation.  This isn't something I can fix and I can't give you what you want; it's up to you to get past your feelings.  I really hope you can.   

I want the old us back too.      

C:  Hey can you guys pay rent today, or the latest by tomorrow?  Please text me back to acknowledge you got this notice.  Thanks!

R:  I already did bro.
K:  I didn't acknowledge your text.
L:  Can I pay with the sexy time?
I:  DA, OK NIET PROBLEM.
J:  No!!  >:]
A:  Maybe.  Definitely back tomorrow though.

Everyone's response is so characteristic of themselves, I love it--R is the responsible one, K likes to be difficult, L has a sense of humor, I is learning Russian, J is a child, and A is never home.  

Wigging out.

So maybe cutting my hair short wouldn't be a bad idea after all.

I always thought I'd end up looking like a little boy, but I guess not.  At worst I look like someone's aunt.

A cool, hip aunt that is.  Hahaha.    

You know you're close when your friend only feels safe to indulge under your company, and your company alone.  I'll admit, I was slightly worried due to the circumstances, but everything turned out pretty stellar.  The disco ball and the Milky Way lights were a nice touch to the whole trance scene going on.

Some creeper followed me around for a good part of the night.  Because he never approached me or tried to do anything inappropriate, I did nothing.  It was just strange because he would blatantly stand there and stare me down.  Later I bumped into P--he's my oldest sister's best friend's husband who's in his mid thirties.  Small world.  The creeper was his friend.  Ends up P had seen me earlier and sent his friend to "keep an eye on me" (which he took too literally).   

It's been two days since and my voice is still gone--I sound like I've chain-smoked half my life away.

Maybe it's a good thing I left my ID with D.  I need a little down time.