hey sweets!
hope today goes good for you...
going to buy a book today and hang out at central market...
what book, pray you ask?
i'm such a science nerd!
i had to search so long to find a book that was written like an actually story so the rest of people in the book gang wouldn't complain about science jargon!
on tuesday i picked up a friend from the airport. he spend the night,
and we went to the Scat Jazz lounge some music majors from a local college were grooving to some great tunes.
the next morning, while taking my friend to the train, he looked at me and said he had a great idea for a film ( he's a filmmaker, so this is a common subject between the two of us) and he mentioned a particular girl that was at the almost vacant Lounge , the way the lights were hitting her, how she sat alone, her beauty and solitude. and then he said, "you know who i'm talking about? i'm sure you do." i nodded, and indeed, i knew exactly the girl and setting he was speaking of because i, too, was lost in the beautiful ,almost fictional, scene she created at the bar. i blushed because i assume he saw me staring. then he went on some tangent about putting her with a person of opposite attributes. "you know- loud, sociable, confident, you for example." i grew rosier, scared he could see the awkward fantasies in my head. i wasn't sure where he was going with the whole story, and admittedly i was driving so i may have missed some of the plot twist he said - but he ended with saying " you know, you two interact by chance....... you pull her out of her shell for a night" he stared out the window as we were getting closer to the train station i was about to drop him off at and then more softly he said " thats who you have to find... the quiet one in the back."
it has sort of stuck with me (obviously.) i don't think i've told the filmmaker much of my love musings. i assume he knows i'm always on the prowl for a female partner, but he doesn't really know my romantic(in the literary sense) longing that is always in the back of my mind. and in that quiet moment before i stopped the car and we said our goodbyes i felt so naked. like he could see my inner passions and knew the answer to love i seek, but could only give sideways advice.
he's always been a strange, magical man - the filmmaker. that day i just added another point to his scorecard.
went out last night with one of my best friends and her husband, my tattoo artist! i love them... they kept buying me rounds and we had fun
more giggles and fun in the night, for sure.
oh! and here is a huge paper monster i put together!
have a wonderful day!
and stop watching me, you naughty naughty voyeur
hope today goes good for you...
going to buy a book today and hang out at central market...
what book, pray you ask?
i'm such a science nerd!
i had to search so long to find a book that was written like an actually story so the rest of people in the book gang wouldn't complain about science jargon!
on tuesday i picked up a friend from the airport. he spend the night,
and we went to the Scat Jazz lounge some music majors from a local college were grooving to some great tunes.
the next morning, while taking my friend to the train, he looked at me and said he had a great idea for a film ( he's a filmmaker, so this is a common subject between the two of us) and he mentioned a particular girl that was at the almost vacant Lounge , the way the lights were hitting her, how she sat alone, her beauty and solitude. and then he said, "you know who i'm talking about? i'm sure you do." i nodded, and indeed, i knew exactly the girl and setting he was speaking of because i, too, was lost in the beautiful ,almost fictional, scene she created at the bar. i blushed because i assume he saw me staring. then he went on some tangent about putting her with a person of opposite attributes. "you know- loud, sociable, confident, you for example." i grew rosier, scared he could see the awkward fantasies in my head. i wasn't sure where he was going with the whole story, and admittedly i was driving so i may have missed some of the plot twist he said - but he ended with saying " you know, you two interact by chance....... you pull her out of her shell for a night" he stared out the window as we were getting closer to the train station i was about to drop him off at and then more softly he said " thats who you have to find... the quiet one in the back."
it has sort of stuck with me (obviously.) i don't think i've told the filmmaker much of my love musings. i assume he knows i'm always on the prowl for a female partner, but he doesn't really know my romantic(in the literary sense) longing that is always in the back of my mind. and in that quiet moment before i stopped the car and we said our goodbyes i felt so naked. like he could see my inner passions and knew the answer to love i seek, but could only give sideways advice.
he's always been a strange, magical man - the filmmaker. that day i just added another point to his scorecard.
went out last night with one of my best friends and her husband, my tattoo artist! i love them... they kept buying me rounds and we had fun
more giggles and fun in the night, for sure.
oh! and here is a huge paper monster i put together!
have a wonderful day!
and stop watching me, you naughty naughty voyeur
_indica:
So between this blog and your quote.... im totally in love with the way you write. Your words have such power. I can't wait to read your blogs to come... (p.s. i loved the way you talked about that girl in the lounge, soooo romantic and steamy!)