Rainbow Child

I hate making plans. I daydream, but I hate plans. Why make them when you can’t control what’s going to happen? I want to believe that my phobia of making plans is something rational, but I have a hunch it’s plain pessimistic. I’m a person who is always changing her mind, who is influenced by the weather, who now says a thing and 2h later is doing the exact opposite. So how can I make plans under these circumstances?

Yet, here I am, flying to Paris this Tuesday . Actually, we’re flying there together. Please, don’t start with “awww, that’s so romantic” cause I’ll just delete the comments. First time he asked me I had a panic attack. Fuck, we were at the beginning of whatever-this-is and he asked me if I wanted to go to Paris with him. I told him I can’t make plans, that this can always end and then what? Well, it hasn’t ended and now we’re going.

The scary part is that I’m so looking forward to being there! 3 full days of wandering around the city, having no idea where we’re going or where we are: that’s my idea of visiting a city. I don’t care about the weather (it’s going to be c-c-c-cold, but we’ll manage), I don’t care about the rain (it’s going to rain on one of those days, but we’ll buy umbrellas), I don’t care about money (supermarket food ftw!), I just want to walk until I’m dead tired, take pictures until my finger hurts from pushing the button, and laugh until my tummy hurts.

And maybe by the time we’re back the weather will have improved cause I’m sick and tired of staying indoors.

I haven’t written about her in quite some time – I know. But she’s fine: sleeping, eating, running from one room to another, meowing 20 times/hour to let her on the balcony and then to let her back in the room.

But now there are four hands that pat her and she’s in Purrring Heaven. She jumps on the bed, gets between us and looks at us demandingly: we know it’s patting time. Ah, how she enjoys those moments!

And she also has a Twitter account. She’s evil, bitchy, lazy, complaining, just like IRL Like I’ve said, nothing much going on.

I want spring! And I want it NOW!!!

And just for the record, my legs are not green, that’s just the colour of the stockings, and NO, you definitely can’t touch them! Gee, I wonder why I don’t wear skirts/dresses more often.

Truth is we’re all so fucked-up.

Some days are definitely not my days, for example, today. Yesterday I had another of my scary nose bleeds and decided it was high time I found out what the heck was up with those. So this morning I got up and wanted to go and see a doctor. Well, I got as far as the bus stop. Yeah, yeah, I saw it was snowing but I’m telling you, that wasn’t regular snow. Nope, it was undercover rain!

By the time I got to the bus stop my hair was wet, my shoes were wet and I was pissed. Did you know that I have my very own lake in front of the apartment building? It’s wide and deep and the cars just love to sprint through it! If I thought my life was boring, now I am staring in this adventure movie called ‘Winter in Bucharest – survival of the fittest’ and it’s an adventure alright. Anyways, we had to wait in a huge puddle at the bus stop for more than 10 minutes. We were slowly turning into snowmen and there were no buses in sight. So we waited and we waited and waited and when I couldn’t take it anymore I decided that no amount of blood coming out of my nose can make me stay there any longer. So I went back home, all pissed, and left the working class hero wait by himself for the goddamned bus.

But, I have to admit, I was a bit envious when I got a text message telling me that two old ladies started fighting on the bus and that a man was swearing continously at the bus driver. Ah, lovely people, lovely city! Therefore,  I’ve decided that in order to get out of this winter sane I have to spend as much time indoors as possible. I’m just going to my classes and that’s about all. I can bleed to death, starve to death, whatever, but I’m not going outside in that bloody weather again!