Rainbow Child

Friday. I dragged myself away from the computer and walked to the train station. Everything went smooth until I saw whom I was going to share the compartment with: a family with 2 children, a 10-year-old boy, spoilt and rude, and a 2-year-old crying kid. When the little one was in the compartment he wanted to go outside, when he was outside he wanted to come inside, and, of course, he kept on crying. I stayed in an empty compartment until he fell asleep and then I moved back. At least he was quiet during the night, but in the morning the crying started again. It’s not that he cried that pissed me off, but the fact that you have to shut up and put up with everything cause he’s a child and he doesn’t know better, but I have to hear people complaining out loud that I take *disdainful tone* the cat with me on the train. Well, stupid, she can’t miaow as much and as high as a kid can cry so shut the fuck up!

Saturday. It always feels good to be back at my place and this time I was lucky that The One In The Next Room was away for the weekend. Depending on several factors, it is highly possible that starting this September I’ll be living only with uRMa. Heck, I’m ready to be just me, myself and I. It’s my house and nobody should tell me how many friends I can have over, how long can they stay and stuff like that.

Moving on. I met Roxa and we went to the Massive Attack concert. It was impressive. I cried when they started playing and then during the concert I had goose bumps all over. The feeling was incredible! Though I don’t agree that the sound was that good, the show itself was impeccable. Of course I cannot help but compare this concert with the one in Athens and I guess I’m thinking more of the one abroad just because it was the first MA concert and like all the firsts in my life, it has its special place in my little heart.

At home was a surprise waiting patiently for us. We were on the point of falling asleep when we heard these strange noises coming from under the sofa. Wtf?! After listening more carefully, we realised it was a mouse. Goddamn! That little beast scared me shitless! Roxa was more cool about the whole situation, but I was a nervous wreck. We looked for the beast and I wanted to squash it with the iron, but it hid well, cause we couldn’t find it. If he touches my books, I swear he’ll die a very painful death We finally went to be at about 5 in the morning. Bloody mouse!

And I think I have some issues concerning panic attacks. Maybe I should go and see a doctor, I’m too young to die due to an heart attack.

Sunday. We meet with Diana, went to the fair at Green Hours, I bought a ladybird brooch from Tricksbox and after that we went bookshopping in the new bookstore that Carturesti opened at Muzeul Taranului Roman. It’s a very nice and quiet bookstore+teahouse; I really like it there and I’m planning of becoming a regular. Actually, no, I’ve said that too many times with too many places and never got to becoming a regular, so I’m not going to say it again. Then I went to the station and took the train back home.

And once back, uRMa started purring as I entered the house and she slept just like a baby, with her head under my chin. What a great way of ending a great weekend!