It's late, and I'm waiting for the parents I'm babysitting for to come home. The kids were in bed two hours ago. I've read a few pages of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, cleaned up the house as much as I could, checked most of my Internet hang-outs, and typed a little bit to clear my head.
Then I sat in front of the computer feeling like the most bored individual on earth.
The computer screen laughed at my bland face and shone onto my hand.
Startled, I stared at the hand.
It looked leathery, highlighted in all the creases by the screen-glow, the middle finger ring glinting like old dwarvish gold. Hey, I think, that's unearthly.
Look at how photographic the hand looks--like an old sepia album thing...except they didn't have computers back in the old days. The pinky finger is severed by a shadow. When it curves into a hook, it looks almost zombie-like. Better not look out the open window.
Weird, really weird, what happens to your mind when its working on eight-hour-old caffeine and greasy pizza. Dog tired. Cat in the basement. Bird at home, my home.
Aw, home.
I really miss my bed, and I saw it only half a day ago. Poor thing's probably wondering where I am. I think about this alot, what I want my room--my room--to be like someday. Not just the colors and decorations and layout, but the honest-to-goodness feel of the room.
A lush, purple feel, I think one hour.
And another adjective/color the next.
(This is another rambling, semi-stream-of-consciousness post. I rather like them.)
Do you know what? I am going to be the semi-adult that I am. Why keep up the serious/adult pretense when this is, after all, an anonymous blog (kind of)?
This is what I want for Christmas:
~Julia Child's cookbooks.
~Julie and Julia: book and movie.
~Shoes. I'm on a shoe kick (the puns are always intended).
~A mini-robot.
~Real paint brushes and canvases.
~Art classes.
~A-grade ink pens. The good stuff, sir.
~Silver hair. Wig form or no.
~New curtains for my room.
~Coldplay CDs.
~BITE ME comic and all accessories.
~A magnifying glass.
~A boycott for the new Sherlock Holmes movie/blasphemy.
FIN.