My teeth were chattering and yours werent, so you laughed and gave me your jacket. I found myself swimming in cloth and leather and your scent.
Whatcha smiling about? you asked me.
Intoxicated, I answered with another question. Who could help but do so when surrounded by you?
Well dont get too used to it. Its cold back home.
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I hadnt seen you in months (again) and wouldnt for another couple (at least). In the space, all we could share was text and pictures and the rare phone call.
It was my fault; I dropped my phone in the toilet but told you that I never had signal.
My sister says that I'm life-changing. ..she's always been a little eccentric. Clueless, I can only ask, What? And instead of a simple explanation, she gives a story:
Before I was even three, our parents were on the verge of divorce... Supposedly there were a million problems. And apparently having another baby hadn't helped things. But the real issue was dad's alcoholism. Especially the things he did while drunk: fighting, yelling, beating. Then one day I came along. A little later, God knows why, daddrunk as helltried to leave mom and take me with him. He crashed six miles out. The car was t
Onlookers were clueless.
One stood in line, card in hand to pay. Another by the soda fountain, poised to take a sip. In plain sight, a group rummaging through a backpack. And still more. All frozen by an umbrella.
A lone diner sat, gaze stubbornly turned toward nothing. Tucked behind a pillar, a chicken wrap stuck halfway out of a hungry mouth.
And then the mouth chewed.
Those previously still moved about. Drinking, eating, talking, laughing, all commenced anew; pranksters apparently oblivious of their prior state.
In the center the umbrella had shut, leaving time to tick freely.
Mom, do you know where Periwinkle went? A boy of twelve, or maybe ten. Young either way. Dirty blond hair, in a mess as usual. Not much else to him really.
Nope. Haven't seen her all day. A woman; middle-aged. Average suburban housewife, save for the few extra pounds and lack of a minivan. I called her for breakfast but you know how she never responds.
Then why do you still call her? he yelled from upstairs, hurrying to leave the house.
What was that? his mother howled. Then she went on, sarcasm audibly dripping off each syllable. Oh, volunteering to go find her. My, how
Cerca de un bosque enorme se encontraba una casa donde vivía un niño con sus padres y una niñera. Desde pequeño, sus padres le decían que el bosque era un lugar muy peligroso y no lo dejaban ni acercarse.
Un día sus padres decidieron ir a visitar la ciudad por dos noches, dejándolo con la niñera.
Ese día, el niño fue a explorar el bosque y regresó al mediodía. Llego con mucha hambre, pero no almorzó; la niñera olvidó hacerle comida.
El próximo día, el niño regresó después del almuerzo, pero la niñera no lo castigó. En verdad, n
It was that first night that it happened. Halfway through the movie we were watching. The two of us laid out on her bed, our faces illuminated by the dim light of the laptop at our feet. Me against the wall, her on her back, lying on me. The film momentarily paused, my entire attention focused on her.
Curled into my arms, her head resting on my chest, I could make out her silhouette against the screen. Her face turned in my direction, she peered through the darkness, smilingthough I have no memory of what she looked like then. The contrast leaving her face in shadow, there was no way to make out any details whatsoever. But still I wa
There's this certain feeling that everybody gets as their body reminds them just how tired it is. It's somewhere between sleep and utter exhaustion. For me it usually begins with my eyes. They unfocus and shake from side to side. And they feel, well, heavy, as cliché as it sounds. From there things only go downhill, me continuing my struggle. I've already lost some grip to reality, so my mind leaves, delving into its own fantasies. Like daydreaming, but much closer to actual dreaming.
You never want to experience any of that when you're on your way back home on an eleven hour trip.
Trust me.
I had already said my goodbyesmul
You walk down the street, your hand in your pocket. Feeling the three hundred dollars you just made, no thought except for what you'll do with it all.
Sellout. You deserve what's coming.
The sun's finally calling it a dayit's been one hell of a long one for youas it lowers itself past the towering buildings. Glowing dimmer while its colors change. Yellows, oranges, reds. Descending into the darker hues of twilight. Deep reds streaking the night sky, like blood on asphalt pouring out endlessly from his side. Slowly soaking the soles of your shoes as you stare in shock
Your hand reaches for your neck, in order to touch
She's sleeping now.
I told a lie today. I know I promised that I wouldn't, but there was no other choice. Tears streak the page. Someone may have been hurt worse, but then again, maybe not. Though, I'm just glad that things will be ok. Still, I was scared; why is it so easy to lie for absolutely no reason? Dried with a tissue—albeit poorly—the words smear throughout the writing. No, wait, I'm sorry. I did it again. There was a little reason.
See, I made a friend today. It happened on my way home from school, which really surprised me. This is it, the time fits. The flowers by the house down the street were pretty like always,
It was all a blur. Or, at least that's what it feels like after all of these months.
The first day, rushing head-first into the tour. Frankfurt, drunk soccer fans, old and angry German men, strange soccer fans, ATM's that took no American card, ridiculously excited soccer fans, and pastries the likes of which I've never had the pleasure of breakfasting on. Oh, so many exciting things just as we landed. But the day dragged on--two for us travelers--with so much more to do, more than we really wanted. Rothenberg, torture museum, meh, ice cream, no sleep?, doll museum, I'll pass, stairs by the town center, unh... wait, what was that last one ag
"Define problem," I said, watching my guest over steepled fingers.
The man - he had introduced himself as Edward Carter - twisted a machine-pressed felt hat between calloused hands.
"Well, I run a warehouse in the West India docks for a Mister Hibberd," he began, and grimaced, his pale brow furrowing beneath lank, age-bleached hair. "Top gent. But... There's somethin' tha's not right."
Oil-stained fingernails bit into his hat's brim, and he wet his lips.
"The foreman - he's walked out on me. An' I can't get lightermen in for love nor money. It's me engineer..." The felt hat audib
You walk down the street, your hand in your pocket. Feeling the three hundred dollars you just made, no thought except for what you'll do with it all.
Sellout. You deserve what's coming.
The sun's finally calling it a dayit's been one hell of a long one for youas it lowers itself past the towering buildings. Glowing dimmer while its colors change. Yellows, oranges, reds. Descending into the darker hues of twilight. Deep reds streaking the night sky, like blood on asphalt pouring out endlessly from his side. Slowly soaking the soles of your shoes as you stare in shock
Your hand reaches for your neck, in order to touch
Current Residence: Blacksburg, WA Favourite genre of music: what is genres? Operating System: whatever's at hand MP3 player of choice: mpd it seems Shell of choice: conch Wallpaper of choice: therapy session Personal Quote: "What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?"
Favourite Movies
Fight Club, Mirror Mask, Garden State, Accepted, Donny Darko, V for Vendetta, Royal Tenenbaums
A few weeks ago was the prime time to see the leaves lose their chlorophyll (in terms of prettiness). In a few weeks it will get really cold and I'll be avoiding the outdoors avidly.
What I mean is that the fall semester is coming to a close. I've been busy with schoolwork (what with taking graduate classes and doing research and finishing up my Physics degree) leaving little time for the important things. Like reading and writing and deciding what flavour of ice cream would best suit my mood.
I have finished reading and can greatly recommend The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Other than that, not much.
And that is all.
Hey guys, quick update today.
The summer over I am now back at Tech. Things are starting up--second week of classes just ended--and I have to say that I'm looking forward to things to come.
I'm 21 and am beginning to feel old.
Also, Alina visited for two and a half weeks (the longest we've been together at once time) and it looks like things may go well.
Yet again, wish me luck ^_^
For the most evil of prices... money and experience! *gasp*
I have been on summer vacation for just over a month and have been working at Microsoft for the month; I literally began on May 18th. I know, you all ask, "But Gabriel, besides being incredibly handsome, you're a big advocate of open source software and Linux! How in blazes do you reconcile this??" And I tell you, "Ehhh, *shrug*, everyone needs a job once in a while."
But in all seriousness, I decided that:
A. It's good experience to work in the corporate world. That and I've never had to live on my own this far away from home (never lived on the west coast either).
and..
B. I'd