Have to get off from this ride.
When I first met Daniela, there were no sparks. It was back before we had any identity, and I promise you neither of us thought it would come to this. The night we met, I thought I was in love with someone else, and she insulted me. Daniela, upon our first meeting, insulted me. Not only that, but she proceeded to laugh and taunt me as well. Maybe I have always known that I will marry her.
This is my favorite picture of D.A. Scrima, even though this outing was less than stellar.
Daniela: Where will we eat tonight?
Jesse/Chad/Blaise: We don't really care. We are not human.
Nick: I don't care, as long as it's not Indian food.
Jesse: I want Indian food.
Nick: Honestly, I cannot stand Indian food. I will literally eat anything else.
Everyone: Indian food it is!!!
I ate steamed rice. Indian food is to England as Chinese food is to America.
This story is bigger than this picture. We were all exhausted from our trip on the Titanic, we kept falling asleep. It was me and Daniela, me and Daniela. The man was taking us on a ghost tour through Dublin, and then he stopped. This was before we even got to the amazingly haunted cemetery where my heart was gripped by some otherworldly figure, this was while we were just on the bus. He was in the middle of some intriguing story, and then he just stopped. He just staaaaaaaared and me and Daniela, sitting in the last seat of the bus. He just stared, and everyone else on the bus turned around and stared at us. And we did what we always do: we stared right back and apologized for nothing.
In a different life, one that is directly relevant to this one where I am drowning in debt, I once went to Paris. I lost my debit card in Dublin and I had nothing, but that didn't stop me. Things don't usually stop me. I went with Chad, and we were both disappointed in the Mona Lisa, both amazed by Notre Dame. I stared in disdain as he ate ice cream cones while I ate my tuna and fried egg pizza. I really ate that. When we got to the Eiffel Tower, I was apparently drawn to this name and took a picture. I just couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if the pairings were different. If Daniela and I had gone to the Louvre, the Catacombs. To the London Eye, even, to anything. Instead of sitting on her bed in silence, throwing up our hands and laughing!
Ah, the last time I was in Florida. Two of my favorites, Aaron and Daniela, tiaras and crowns, drinks and drugs. This day was a blur, and I'm sure I want it to stay that way. The beauty of Daniela is that she's not a human, deep down. You'd think that someone like me or Daniela would probably be really nice or really vulnerable once you got past the outer shell, but no. We get even worse. I'm certain that we are not sustained by blood, maybe explaining our fascination with that so-called life force. I picture us as those reptile-monster-aliens from V.
And this. Gas station sandwiches. Chutney. Prawns. Elephant stomp. Pocahontas is too ethnic. We are a brochure, and it's not limited to England. This is every life we choose to lead. We will always be the brochure, Daniela. Although I hope to live and mostly to die in England, this could be us anywhere. Paris, even though we don't speak French. Greece is my latest dream. We could hate anybody, we could make the most out of anywhere. I don't say your name enough because I want every post to be like this.