Girl Anachronicles

There’s some things money can’t buy
… such as:

Knowing how to comb your hair in your favorite updo.

“Pretty days” in which you look thinner/cuter/of clearer skin in all mirrors available.

Noticing how you have been able to answer calls from your loved ones without feeling miserable because your job has made you hate the phone.

Realizing you have few loved ones, but the ones you love, love you right back.

Puppy breath.

The weight of your sleeping dog on your lap, shoulder or stomach.

Getting good news over the phone on a day that was turning to shit.

An unexpected tunnel of wind on an otherwise sweltering hot day.

Looking to the blue sky and, not only remembering those good ol’ days when you were a carefree kid, but also getting that carefree feeling back, if only for a few minutes.

A sudden kiss that turns out just right and sends you reeling.

Library-like silence in a crowded bookstore.

Fresh ground coffee after weeks of tasting only the machine-dispensed type.

Butterflies in your stomach on a Friday night. Even if you’re going nowhere, the feeling is exhilarating.

Watching the crowded highway at night from the balcony in your very-far-away house… even better if you’re waiting to be picked up to head that way too.

Friday afternoons and Sunday mornings.

… for everything else, there’s credit cards, debit cards, cheques, credit lines, loans, and obviously actual money.

I’m not feeling very hot right now (the allergies attack whenever they see I haven’t been as dilligent as usual in taking my daily Ioratadine), I’ve had a pretty long day and another such one awaits me tomorrow.

Today was productive. I -
1) Bought the yearly marbete for my car (yeah, May’s the painful month) @ approximately 9:30AM

2) Had breakfast @ the nearest McDonald’s @ 10AM

3) Picked my sister up. That took the longest. Getting the kid to dress up to go out is like pushing an elephant up a staircase (which should be as difficult as pushing a cow down the same staircase, I guess)

4) Loaded my car’s trunk with plastic bags full of old clothes and plush toys to be given away to the Salvation Army.

5) Drove to the Salvation Army I thought to be open, only to find it was closed. We took advantage of a discarded leather couch that was sitting in front to leave the two humongous plush animals that were dusting up (more!) my car inside. It was a bit sad, seeing the Sad Sam and big teddy bear sitting there, waiting for some lucky chance to be picked up, perhaps be taken to be loved anew all over again.

6) Went back to my house to pick up Luna‘s medical record, then went back to my Mom’s to pick Luna up.

7) Took Luna to the Humane Society clinic for her yearly rabies shot and reinforcements. While I was there, I made the same mistake I always do: I went to the back room, where the animals that are up for adoption live. And I fell in love, like I always do, with every single one of them (of course with ones a bit more than with others). It’s always a bit heartbreaking (since I can’t have a dog of my own just yet), and always a bit encouraging (the world isn’t running out of adorable dogs just yet).

Returned Luna to Mom’s and headed back out to Caguas (not before watching an episode of Shear Genius, which was pretty entertaining, in the way of “reality TV talent shows”).

9) Went to a place I know to wash my car (inside and out, it was in dire need!!! Plopped down $24 for the full treatment. Not sorry at all. At last I can see the color of my dashboard.

10) Met up with a friend of my sister’s to help her out with the purchase of a set of makeup brushes. Turns out there was a really good set on sale @ Costco (and her cosmetology teacher recommended they get that one before next class). I have a Costco membership, so I gladly put in the name so she could get the benefit of the price. Got treated to Costco pizza afterwards (not bad at all!) and what was apparently an undercooked churro.

11) … and then everyone headed off each way: my sister with her friend, me back to home, alone.

… feeling a bit lonely, a bit sad, a bit nervous. Hoping for a better week. Hoping for some much-needed changes soon.

iGasm -
As soon as I sat down at my desk this morning and turned on my computer, Eze sent in this little article on the best gadget ever invented. Here’s part of the pitch:

Load up your iPod with killa choons and take your appreciation of music to a whole new level. This genius little device hooks up to your iPod, MP3 player, laptop or CD player and vibrates in sync with the beat. Go at it hard and fast with a pounding drum and bass track or chill with the ambient classic.

I mean, HELL isn’t that a nice thing to have? It’s the perfect merge between two of my biggest passions: sex and music. If only I had the $50 to spare! :-\

For Rent – 3 Bedroom/1 Bathroom Apartment – Finally, after 4 years of struggle, my Dad has found a decent place to live. Four years ago, he took the decision to move out to the continental US, thinking that his business would fare better with the gringos. First he shacked in with his sister-in-law and her small family in San Antonio, TX (it was an uncomfortable affair for both ends, or so I’m told), then he moved out to Fort Myers, Flawriduh, and that’s when his wife decided to join him. To the chagrin of the whole brood of children, they had to be content with squeezing their sore asses into a small, cramped studio that paid what they were paying here for a 3-bedroom, 2-bathroom house. Now, after 2 or so years battling loneliness, dry heat, freak electricity storms and general unemployment, they moved to Orlando. And even though things started faring out the same or worse than before, he has finally been approved for the rent of a comfortable apartment in which the place you shit, eat and sleep is not the same.

Yay for Daddy!!!

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Bonus: the very cool, very silly Rick just sent me this:

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Thank youuuu! ^_^ LOL!

Has it ever happened to you that when you’re about to fall asleep, a throng of voices wakes you back up? There’s not much in your mind, you’re in that place in which you’re not conscious, but you can still hear things from the outside, even if not comprehend them. Then, in a creeping crescendo, a voice shouts or shrills into your brain so hard, that you come back into consciousness with a scare. That’s what I call “the voices in my head”. I don’t know if it’s my imagination, or if its a phenomena based on scientific fact. But I know it’s scary, specially when it’s more than one voice. Or when the voice is a tortured scream, like the one I heard last night.

Lately, my nightmares have taken on an unexpected turn, and I’m guessing it has much to do with my recently acquired taste for Japanese terror flicks. A monster suit will leave me in stitches, but the simple image of a man transfixed in terror and trying to scream will make me shit my pants. Specially if his irises are not showing …

I was afraid that I’d be having nightmares last night. Thankfully, I didn’t. Last time I had a real nightmare (not just a scary dream), Eze had to wake me up, to wrench me from whatever force I was feeling that was keeping me from screaming myself into consciousness. He told me I was mumbling. I felt like I was trying to scream, but something black and liquid was keeping me pinned down and silent (yeah ¬_¬ pretty much like Spiderman 3‘s venom suit). And this is not the first time he has had to wake me up. It’s pretty disturbing to have to wake up a loved one because he or she is crying in his sleep (plus it sounds scary, damn! it happens to my mom, too). It’s scarier still to feel that you do not have the power to wake yourself up from a nightmare.

1) Calm down
2) Forget I dreamt such terrible dreams. Put away the image of Puerto Rican mountains and cities burning and waving in a nuclear shock wave.
3) Get my car to the service station for inspection.
4) Go home, wash at least one basketful of clothes.
5) Calm down.
6) Get a bath, get ready to go out.
7) Go to Walmart, send $100 to Dad. (He finally found a decent apartment!)
Calm down.
9) Look for black beads.
10) Go home
11) Calm down.
12) Work on the bracelets I still owe. Sorry, Tatts! Sorry, Chichi! I’m a bad sister.
13) Obsess over my unbleached moustache, obsess over my un-pedicured feet. Put it off for someday soon.
14) Calm down.
15) Wait for Eze (if it isn’t 10:30 or 11:00pm already)
16) Be sorry ‘cuz it was yet another wasted afternoon.

… or was it?