Tch, if only I had such time on my hands….
Hey gang. I think I should explain my sudden disappearance and the lack of content on my blogs, both in terms of writing and posting of images.
Recently I moved out of my old apartment and into my soon-to-be one in Lasalle. Unfortunately, the current room mate has yet to leave (since it’s not officially the end of her lease until July 1st, understandably). So, I’ve been living out of boxes, and that includes my printer/scanner.
After I DID get settled in, however, and thought I’d post some digital art, I got sick. I lost an entire day to a vicious fever and cold, or something. I am not just recovering after some intense sleeping (I kept nodding off for hours, accumulating what must have been a total of 16 hours of sleep straight). I’ve been taking in a lot of protein and healthy foods, as well as drinking a lot of OJ. Oh, and ginseng and honey (the real stuff, not some tea in a bag shit). Straight up, sliced ginger + plus real honey. :P
It actually tastes fantastic. Anyway, I tried my hand at some DigArt, but it turned out horrid. I think I’ll just cut my losses for now and concentrate on keep healthy, but I have work tomorrow, in the evening, so I need to stay up a touch late…
Bye for now,
Today, working the hours of the day into a fine dust to blow upon a night sky to make the stars appear, I witnessed a quite startling display of love and affection.
Two young adults were sitting at work near the middle, by one of the drink fridges. I began my shift when they were there, sitting, conversing. It wasn’t loud chatter, but rather more intimate than that. My day wiled on, never more than annoying. By the time two hours had wearily crept by, the two were still sitting, still talking. Their conversation had stopped being audible, and was now quite personal. The girl was very red in her cheeks, possibly blushing a lot, but perhaps it was something more. Something I have never really known.
More time passed, and as my day grew longer, their conversation grew short. Three hours since the start of my shift, and the pair were now slump on the table, their heads nestled on top of their arm, with the free one being used to caress the other, feel one another. No words were uttered, no sound to travel and disrupt those perfect silences.
It was to my amazement, and the dismay of a few coworkers, that these two had enjoyed nearly four, possibly five (as they were there when I arrived), hours in their company, had gone from cheerful conversation to an intimate stating contest.
It’s true that at first I found them curious, later wonderful, then the source of jealousy, yet can I not help but find their unison a source of comfort to my loveless life. I have love in my life, that which comes from my family and friends, but this love seemed rare and genuine at the same time. The kind of love a romantic like me… well, dreams about, longs for.
Well, until next time…
It’s 2:38 Am, Wednesday, and I’ve successfully finished moving my life from one pot to another. I wonder how my roots will take to this new soil, but this place seems friendlier, and more to my liking?
There will be some things to adjust, like getting to work, and where to shop for things, but I’m already happier. It was thanks to my friend’s helpful father that I managed to avoid renting a moving van, and getting to move out two weeks sooner than most. Avoiding the moving day rush is one of the happiest things for me right now, given how much I need to take care of now that I’m done moving in.
I won’t be uploading any images for the time being as my scanner/printer is still boxed up, and my Wacom tablet is snug in its box. However, I’ll take this time instead of populate my Written Musings blog with small updates. See you all soon :)