Tricks 'a Mirror
A battle zone:
Heaps of a mess. Clothes hanging everywhere, wet or dry. Bags, boxes, luggage. Shoes, socks, undies, picture frames, flowers. Statues. Books. Bath gels. The lot.
It rained a storm the day I washed all my clothes, to get them ready for their move to England. The house got so dark, but it was so sweet and windig (1). Aaaah. Purrfect for folding clothes, washing clothes, and packing away. Meister and I ended up sitting on top of the luggages so they'd close.
Thursday
Cool and wonderful day spent with my best friend, Cristy. We ended up in Longhorn's first, eating and laughing as our waiter kept flirting with me and Cristy's sandwhich kept falling apart. Then, we headed out to the mall to look at clothes and jewelry. At 3pm, we had an appointment with Clinique make-up artists who sat us down in these high chairs, amidst umbrellas with lights as if we were movie stars, and applied dashing make-up to our faces. I felt so embarrased, because people would stop and stare and whisper "So pretty..." But, Cristy smiled at me, and we smiled at the people, and -- I laugh so hard now! -- we looked like models. This one lady kept looking at me, and she kept saying what lovely eyes and what lovely hair. I felt so red in my face. Cristy bought some Clinique products and she got a free gift. So cool. We shopped for my hair dye, my new luggage, and I ended up with some new JLo sunshades. So pretty.
After the stores, we sat at the bar in Chili's, drinking Margaritas and Mudslides, laughing away. By the time I got home, I was a bit drunkish. My Rita was huge. We ate the great food Myrta cooked. She's Cristy's mom. By then, Cristy had a bit of an upset stomach, and my head was lolling. Cristy laughed at me when she found me, head back into the loveseat, clutching her Clinique gifts. I'd been seeing them, apparently. Ha ha. She invited me into her room, and we lay on the bed, passing away the alcohol. We watched "The Wedding Planner" as we ate a heck of a lot of pistachos, cuz Cristy said it helped seep out the alcohol. We just kept laughing, finding it all so silly and comical, and... being friends. I cried when I left. When it was finally time to say goodbye. I know I won't get to spend time with her anymore. I'll miss that. We're so close, so cool together. We laugh so much. Her mom calls me Anne, from Anne of Greengables, and Cristy is Anne's best friend, her bossom buddy. I hope we never, ever draw apart.
Today:
1. Finally finished packing! I've got 3 bags, all of them packed to the brim. My Cds, my books and notebooks, my jewels, my body lotions, my perfumes and make-up. All of my clothes, jackets, shoes, hats, scarves. A few statues and decorative knick-knacks. My entire life!
2. So much got left behind.
3. I packed most of it in my closet. Made a nice little tower of my things, organized and neat. Decorated it, even, so it doesn't look like a stupid cellar. Everything left in plastic boxes and shoe boxes.
4. I've got a Japanese wooden bed. It's got a drawer beneath it, which was full of my old Teaching Materials, Halloween costumes, and anything else that fit. Took all of that and re-organized it nice and pretty and put it inside the now-empty drawers of my vanity dresser. It all fit so smoothly, so orderly. I am amazed.
5. Organized every book, every picture, every statue in my room and all the other rooms. My bathroom looks so empty now, without my things. A lot of spaces look so empty.
6. I'm using up the bathroom gels and lotions because they didn't fit in the luggage. So, I am nice and clean and rosey-smelling.
7. Jd and me kept singing "El Cantante" by LaVoe as we sat on the luggage and jabbed it so it would close. Mamakin sang, too. It's been so nice. She caught me crying yesterday night... because I'd been depressed that Meister wasn't here to help me. I feel like he doesn't care. It'd just felt so... sad. But, now things are better. Now I feel much, much better.
Five days until I live in England. Butterflies in my stomach. Yes. But, this is such a dream coming true. Such a dream. My life is going to change so much, into such an amazing new path. It feels so ... strange to take it, but it'll be a wonderful new path.
Good night everyone!
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(1) Windig: Windy, as spelled by the Italians who wrote the sign on the tower of the Piaza San Marco in Venice.
Heaps of a mess. Clothes hanging everywhere, wet or dry. Bags, boxes, luggage. Shoes, socks, undies, picture frames, flowers. Statues. Books. Bath gels. The lot.
It rained a storm the day I washed all my clothes, to get them ready for their move to England. The house got so dark, but it was so sweet and windig (1). Aaaah. Purrfect for folding clothes, washing clothes, and packing away. Meister and I ended up sitting on top of the luggages so they'd close.
Thursday
Cool and wonderful day spent with my best friend, Cristy. We ended up in Longhorn's first, eating and laughing as our waiter kept flirting with me and Cristy's sandwhich kept falling apart. Then, we headed out to the mall to look at clothes and jewelry. At 3pm, we had an appointment with Clinique make-up artists who sat us down in these high chairs, amidst umbrellas with lights as if we were movie stars, and applied dashing make-up to our faces. I felt so embarrased, because people would stop and stare and whisper "So pretty..." But, Cristy smiled at me, and we smiled at the people, and -- I laugh so hard now! -- we looked like models. This one lady kept looking at me, and she kept saying what lovely eyes and what lovely hair. I felt so red in my face. Cristy bought some Clinique products and she got a free gift. So cool. We shopped for my hair dye, my new luggage, and I ended up with some new JLo sunshades. So pretty.
After the stores, we sat at the bar in Chili's, drinking Margaritas and Mudslides, laughing away. By the time I got home, I was a bit drunkish. My Rita was huge. We ate the great food Myrta cooked. She's Cristy's mom. By then, Cristy had a bit of an upset stomach, and my head was lolling. Cristy laughed at me when she found me, head back into the loveseat, clutching her Clinique gifts. I'd been seeing them, apparently. Ha ha. She invited me into her room, and we lay on the bed, passing away the alcohol. We watched "The Wedding Planner" as we ate a heck of a lot of pistachos, cuz Cristy said it helped seep out the alcohol. We just kept laughing, finding it all so silly and comical, and... being friends. I cried when I left. When it was finally time to say goodbye. I know I won't get to spend time with her anymore. I'll miss that. We're so close, so cool together. We laugh so much. Her mom calls me Anne, from Anne of Greengables, and Cristy is Anne's best friend, her bossom buddy. I hope we never, ever draw apart.
Today:
1. Finally finished packing! I've got 3 bags, all of them packed to the brim. My Cds, my books and notebooks, my jewels, my body lotions, my perfumes and make-up. All of my clothes, jackets, shoes, hats, scarves. A few statues and decorative knick-knacks. My entire life!
2. So much got left behind.
3. I packed most of it in my closet. Made a nice little tower of my things, organized and neat. Decorated it, even, so it doesn't look like a stupid cellar. Everything left in plastic boxes and shoe boxes.
4. I've got a Japanese wooden bed. It's got a drawer beneath it, which was full of my old Teaching Materials, Halloween costumes, and anything else that fit. Took all of that and re-organized it nice and pretty and put it inside the now-empty drawers of my vanity dresser. It all fit so smoothly, so orderly. I am amazed.
5. Organized every book, every picture, every statue in my room and all the other rooms. My bathroom looks so empty now, without my things. A lot of spaces look so empty.
6. I'm using up the bathroom gels and lotions because they didn't fit in the luggage. So, I am nice and clean and rosey-smelling.
7. Jd and me kept singing "El Cantante" by LaVoe as we sat on the luggage and jabbed it so it would close. Mamakin sang, too. It's been so nice. She caught me crying yesterday night... because I'd been depressed that Meister wasn't here to help me. I feel like he doesn't care. It'd just felt so... sad. But, now things are better. Now I feel much, much better.
Five days until I live in England. Butterflies in my stomach. Yes. But, this is such a dream coming true. Such a dream. My life is going to change so much, into such an amazing new path. It feels so ... strange to take it, but it'll be a wonderful new path.
Good night everyone!
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(1) Windig: Windy, as spelled by the Italians who wrote the sign on the tower of the Piaza San Marco in Venice.