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.

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.

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.

Decadence

My beauty will decay,

I will no longer matter to the young ones.

You’re nothing if you’re not beautiful.

My promises will decay,

Because time is fleeting

And words don’t mean anything.

My smile will decay,

Haunted by memories of a past

That was never left behind.

My innocence will decay,

Trampled on by passers by

Who always wanted something from me.

My love will decay,

Because I will learn to guard myself

From the heartless ones.

My creativity will decay,

I will never make anything of it,

The world shows no mercy.

But my soul, that will never decay,

It will stand fierce and unwavering.

Because this is who I really am,

And that I will never let go to waste.

She Walks in Beauty Like the Night

It’s been a few days since the last time I wrote, in those few days I had time to crash my car (don’t worry it was not that serious), turn 31 (Monday was my birthday), taking over the world and discovering AIDS vaccine. Well, maybe the last two things were done only in my mind or in my dreams; I’m not quite sure…

So the weather has been kind of bad lately, bad as in Snowing at sea level, raining quite a bit and today there’s this wind that seems intent in vanishing everyone who dares to walk on earth. It’s because of that that I found myself feeling a bit melancholic. Feeling like that for me equals feeling romantic which gets me to let my overactive imagination run free. But I guess that’s just me!!

Today I have a question for you, if you could choose a different Era to live which would it be?

I’m torn between the Regency Period and the world depicted in L.K. Hamilton books (have you never read one of Anita Blake stories?).

I’m an avid reader with a certain fondness for English Literature, so as you can imagine I have read all Jane Austen’s novels, I’m in love with the Brontë sisters. I had chills with The Mysteries of Udolpho and I have been enthralled with Keats verses. I could go on forever, Polidori, Sir Walter Scott, Lord Byron, Percy Bysshe Shelley,the great Charles Dickens… I just tell you this so the next statement comes as no surprise. I married my own Mr.Darcy with slight touches of a certain Colonel Brandon (my husband is loyal to no end). How I wish I could live in England in the regency period with those muslin dresses and going to those assembly’s, of course I would be poor and had to work to support my family but I would live a great love story that of course would end in tragedy (the only think I don’t like about Austen’s novels is that every thing works out in the end, I’m a sucker for tragedy, I so love to cry).

And what’s that to do with L.K.Hamilton, you’ll ask? Well, nothing really. It’s that, though I read almost everything that gets in my hands, I love fantasy and fiction novels. One day, in a Spanish web page, I stumbled upon a review from the first book for the Anita Blake series and now I’m stuck in it. How I love the sensuality in which the author depicts the relationships between humans and monsters. How I wish I would meet a Jean Claude, sly and cunning (if he was 9in Hogwarts he would be a Slytherin without any doubt) who would sweep me out of my feet for his own convenience and wouldn’t it be grand to be in a threesome with a werewolf?

So this is who I am the eternal dreamer, the one who gets lost in her books, does it seem you strange that I can’t go a day without reading (or listening music)? Do you find silly that I like to fantasize about the things I read (or listen)? Sometimes I think that instead of writing a blog I should be working on fanfiction, but that’s just not who I am. I prefer to let the rest write so I can concentrate on imagining.

I strongly encourage you to check any of those writers I have mentioned, You won’t be disappointed. Reading never disappoints.

Let it Snow

I was so sure that Global Warming was something the governments told us so we would not pry in other things, like money spend on wars or the salaries of the congressmen. Everything shattered this morning. I was finishing my make up (yeah! I know, it’s kind of frivolous but it’s what most women do before going to work) when I received a call from my husband, he told me to look outside. Well, I was really surprised to see that it was snowing, really snowing, the snow was even settling! This might not be the first time it has snowed in my country or in my region of the country but it’s pretty unusual. We live at sea level so for us is like snow in L.A for an American.

It’s evident that something is wrong with the weather, it’s like autumn and spring are disappearing and we’re left with hot-as-hell summers and cold –like- in- Siberia winters. I really I’m no scientist so I cannot make any kind of statement about the CO2 levels and such but I think is really important that we start to try and modify some of our behaviors that are endangering the world that surrounds us and in which we live in.

We shouldn’t be as arrogant as to think that nothing can destroy us because it seems to me we are doing a great job of ruining our own species by ourselves.

So yes, Mr. Cute Engineer, shoot me if you want to, from now on I’m a believer.

Simpathy for The Devil

If you could choose to be any monster, who would you be?

Would you be the vampire? Would you be the one who lurks in the shadows awaiting your chance to jump a stranger in a dark corner and suck him dry? Would you be the one who is condemned to live forever alone? Would you like to spend your days sleeping in some infectious hole just so the light can’t hurt you? Would you resist the passing of time while you remain the same?

Would you rather be the witch? The one who is prosecuted by every one just because her beliefs are different? The one who was born with this incredible powers, the powers she wants to use to help the people around her? The same people who shun her and force her to be vindictive and cruel.

Maybe you’ll like to be like the monster of Frankenstein? Made of pieces, ugly, disfigured. Causing the people either to laugh at your strange appearance or shuddering of fear. Would you appreciate being left behind by your maker when he understands the wrongness of playing god?

Some of you would prefer to be the zombie. The one who is awakened against their wishes, perpetually surrounded by the stench of your own flesh rotting, being possessed by a never ending hunger. Not being able to control your own mind.

So who would you like to be? Fell free to comment on your preferences, I find myself unable to choose because I find the existence of monsters quite depressing frankly, always in the sidelines being miserable, always the villains never the heroes. They’re surrounded by darkness and mysticism. Dark and tortured souls, like me, need them to remind ourselves that the ones who created them have even sicker imagination than us.

Long life to the monsters, may I never become one of them.