Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The World is a Vampire

Today’s title has nothing to do with the entry, my ipod shuffled this song half an hour ago and I get into the mood of writing something of the vampire-y sort. It’s just a short story that I hope you enjoy. And remember to go listen to the Smashing Pumpkins, the song is really epic




I kept walking remembering the words of Annie; yes I should have taken a cab. But I love to walk and the night was so great, anyway walking two blocks didn’t seem such a big deal before. I kept walking regretting my stupid decision, images of the thousand slasher movies I had seen running through my mind.

I wasn’t walking anymore, I was rushing to the streets, I can be quite paranoid when I want to, tonight being one of this nights. In truthfulness the streets were packed with people, ablaze with the lights coming from the lampposts scattered all around. I just had a really bad feeling. So I kept walking, no, no, scratch that, we’ve established before that I was rushing like mad.

I was dreading the moment approaching my building, when I chose my flat I was thinking about something very romantic, with nice views overlooking a park. Well I got exactly what I wanted but the damn park was always deserted after midnight. I was already fumbling with my keys when something made me stop, I could almost hear the sound of my heels scratching on the pavement (why I feel the need to wear those demonic shoes is a bigger mystery than the Loch Ness monster). I could hear a sound coming from behind me, a low hissing sound. By now my body was screaming run but my feet refused to move.

You see, I have always loved fear. It’s a sensation like no other one; it makes you feel alive as it rushes through your veins, so instead of running to my door and safely enclose myself in my kitchen cupboard I turned around and decided to investigate the cause of the strange sound. Some will call me fearless or brave; I like to call myself a very stupid idiot.

I was pondering all this while trying to find something to use if I needed to defend myself, the only damn thing hardly useful were my keys. Well, I had seen Jason Statham killing with a necktie in a film, so I was clearly the winner with my dangling keys on my Hello Kitty keychain.

I entered the alley behind my building with my keys in my hand, determined to rid of the world of the undoubtedly evil creature that lurked in the shadows when I saw that there was no one in the damn narrow street. Very confused I scanned the street looked even in the trash cans to see that I was completely alone. Feeling sheepish and a tad disappointed I retreated to my building.

The last thing I remember is that my feet weren’t touching the ground and the sound of my keys falling to the floor.

So next time your in a situation like me try to remember two things: look up, you never now what floats above your head and try not to forget that Vampires can fly.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Enter Sandman

Just by reading the title, assuming that you have heard Metallica (if not you’re clearly missing out) you’ll think I’m going to talk about strange happenings in the dark. Tell tales of children’s nightmares and creepy stories of the boogey man. What every one likes to call “Things that go bump in the night”. Let me tell you my story, you can judge later.


Sometimes in the middle of the night I wake to the sounds of my own breathing, an eerie green glow coming form my alarm clock. Clutching the sheets to my body while trying to find the courage to get up because I know they’re waiting for me in the shadows. As my brain tries to process the necessity of waking up my whole being trembles, I know exactly what is going to happen next and it doesn’t make it any easier. Struggling with my mind I slowly put my feet on the ground, first the right foot then the left. Steadying myself I start to walk around the house without making any sound or turn on any lights. We wouldn’t want anyone or anything to be waken up, would we?

And though I have been waiting for the blow to come when it arrives it leaves me disoriented and scared, because …I have bumped in the damn drawer once again!

You see to me the things go literally bump in the night, I wake like 3 or 4 times every night just to go to the toilet or have a drink or something. And each and every one of them I walk into something, the drawers in my room, the toys my dogs leave scattered all around the house, the bottle of water that I keep in my night table in a futile attempt to not hurt myself in the search of water. Hence the bruises in my legs, it’s really funny because most of the times I don’t even remember bumping into things until I wake up the next morning and realize that I have indeed displaced another piece of furniture. Sleep walking anyone? No, I don’t think so says my husband because apparently I complain about being hurt. It’s just that since sleep doesn’t come so easily to me when I fall under is like not even a nuclear war could wake me up.

I’m sorry if I disappointed those who were expecting a story of haunted house, the truth is that the only thing haunting my house is my husband’s snoring and my awfully loud neighbors.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Medicate

It’s been long since the last time I updated, believe me when I say I didn’t want to but a lot of things have been going on. Pretty much everything is involved with our trip to Milan to see AFI live.

One of the best things that have ever happened to me is music. I pretty much survived all my teenager years thanks to it. Sometimes you can find strength in really unconventional places. Let me explain. When I was 16 years old I discovered that the bastard who was married to my mom was not my father, since then “Alive” form Pearl Jam is pretty much the soundtrack for my life. Knowing that another person had lived a similar experience helped me overcome the strangeness of it all.

And that’s why any reason to go listen to good music live has me on my toes.

So prior to the trip I had my first tattoo done, another great experience that I can assure it’s not going to be the last.

The trip was great, the show was awesome and the only “bad thing that happened was us getting stuck in Milan because of a very temperamental volcano, and even that was kind of fun since we had lots of time to make tourism later and we met a nice Spanish couple form Zaragoza.

I really don’t think anything else needs to be said about that trip, but I’m going to leave you proof enough that AFI is an awesome band and that the show was great.

Enjoy!!

Maybe you’ll read me tomorrow too.