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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Still here.
I was in bed...ready for sleep...but nothing happened...it's been about two hours and I can't stand it.
So here I am.
If you had a floor-plan of my house you would know that my computer is located in the kitchen. This means that I would have to trek all the way from my bed...down the hallway...passed the living room (stepping on every damn toy kyden decided to leave sprawled out on the floor...like shiny, plastic mines. One plushy plaything even started giggling as i accidentally mashed my foot into his torso)...and through the dining room.
Yes, I did all of this just so I could tell you I'm lonely...I'm lonely and I can't fall asleep. Not sad, balling, hyperventilating loneliness, just a craving for someone to lay beside me...a teddy human. The feeling reminds me of when i was little and my mom would sit on the toilet seat as i showered. I had just earned the right to shower alone--no bath, no brother, no ducky, and no mommy--but, alas, mommy was there. Everything was going smoothly...I lathered my hair, stuck my head under the water, and, suddenly, everything went black. The second I closed my eyes Chucky, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, and Michael Meyers (think Halloween, not Austen Powers) were all waiting outside my shower curtain, calling dibs on my assorted body parts. It was like a horror movie monsters tea party had burst from my imagination and into my parent's master bath...so I did what any traumatized child would do: I shrieked,"mmmMMMOOOOOOoomm!," inhale,"mmmMOOOOOOoomm." In came mommy, faster than you can say "Freddy vs. Jason." She promised to stay with me until i had finished counting to one hundred (how else would I know when to stop rinsing my hair?).
Every ten seconds or so I would quietly ask:
"Still there?"
to which she'd reply softly:
"Still here."
...Ironically, my mom isn't home tonight. Not that i would be crawling into her bed or falling asleep to her stroking my hair as she sits uncomfortably in my plastic Ikea chair but...i crave her "goodnight." But mainly i crave a goodnight from any loved one at this moment...so goodnight friends.
hahaha...life is as funny as it is random, goodnight raghav.
So here I am.
If you had a floor-plan of my house you would know that my computer is located in the kitchen. This means that I would have to trek all the way from my bed...down the hallway...passed the living room (stepping on every damn toy kyden decided to leave sprawled out on the floor...like shiny, plastic mines. One plushy plaything even started giggling as i accidentally mashed my foot into his torso)...and through the dining room.
Yes, I did all of this just so I could tell you I'm lonely...I'm lonely and I can't fall asleep. Not sad, balling, hyperventilating loneliness, just a craving for someone to lay beside me...a teddy human. The feeling reminds me of when i was little and my mom would sit on the toilet seat as i showered. I had just earned the right to shower alone--no bath, no brother, no ducky, and no mommy--but, alas, mommy was there. Everything was going smoothly...I lathered my hair, stuck my head under the water, and, suddenly, everything went black. The second I closed my eyes Chucky, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, and Michael Meyers (think Halloween, not Austen Powers) were all waiting outside my shower curtain, calling dibs on my assorted body parts. It was like a horror movie monsters tea party had burst from my imagination and into my parent's master bath...so I did what any traumatized child would do: I shrieked,"mmmMMMOOOOOOoomm!," inhale,"mmmMOOOOOOoomm." In came mommy, faster than you can say "Freddy vs. Jason." She promised to stay with me until i had finished counting to one hundred (how else would I know when to stop rinsing my hair?).
Every ten seconds or so I would quietly ask:
"Still there?"
to which she'd reply softly:
"Still here."
...Ironically, my mom isn't home tonight. Not that i would be crawling into her bed or falling asleep to her stroking my hair as she sits uncomfortably in my plastic Ikea chair but...i crave her "goodnight." But mainly i crave a goodnight from any loved one at this moment...so goodnight friends.
hahaha...life is as funny as it is random, goodnight raghav.
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