Mysanthrope and socially awkward

Yesterday I had to sleep in my brother’s room on the floor and it made me realize how much I missed the pillow-talk with him from when we were children, when we slept in the bunk bed. I remember asking him / telling him everything. My fear of the boogie man, my suspicion of our mother being Santa Claus, how I was afraid of the shadows. I remember the green apple smell of the medicine he took every night and the shape of the spoon he took it with. I asked him if dad was ever coming back and I told him I was the one to blame for him leaving; I shouldn’t have thrown that matchbox at the door. He said that I was wrong, dad left because he shut off the computer accidentally a few times when he was working on it. I think it affected me more than I realized. I occasionally wet my bed until I was 10 and I cried every time someone shouted at me and not to talk about my social incapability towards girls. I hated elementary school (the one I went to when the first one closed after I spent four years in there), I went there every morning with my stomach aching every time. Just the thought of going in there made me wanna throw up. Shit, remembering my childhood is really sad.

But it’s okay now, I’m coming out of my shell as slow as a turtle. Speaking of which, there was this girl who called me Turtle because I had this backpack that made me look like one and I had it on me the first time we met. Vera was a few years older than me, a friend of mine met her the old fashioned way. In a chat room. We used to wrestle sometimes (I was around 11 years old that time) and even though she was skinny she was freakishly strong as well. I always lost.

always lie. the bigger the better. leave no clue and evidence behind. stay in good shape. no favorite place. always different and random. pay cash and cash only. don’t tell anyone your real name. don’t even have a real name. careful with fingerprints. no custom made shoe. nothing remotely unique. secondhand stuff. get job for alibi. and a girlfriend. should learn a musical instrument. you’ll be fine.

From that moment on I knew that if I wanted something I say kept between me and the person I tell it to, that person cannot be my mother. Neither any of my friends. I either don’t tell anyone or only to me brother. See, I believe that a thing called brother-brother confidentiality exists and is as powerful as the doctor-patient confidentiality.

E4 aired the pilot yesterday. I saw it and it was hilarious.

Here’s the trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkL6AOFgmls

And you can download it here: http://isohunt.com/torrent_details/140877221/misfits?tab=summary

Have fun.

terjesztem a sorozatjunkie kórt.

Hétfő: Úgy terveztem bemegyek kiiratkozni. Kinéztem a konyhaablakon. “Bakker emberek vannak odakint. És mozognak. Meg rámnéznek. Akkor már hajat is kéne mosnom. Plusz megborotválkozni, mert kísérletezésképp bajuszt növesztettem és nincs ember akinek jól áll a bajusz. Vagy legalábbis nem olyan jó, mint bajusz nélkül, de így is lehet ok. Áhh. Majd holnap.”

Kedd: Úgy terveztem bemegyek kiiratkozni. Délben keltem, mert négyig Dragon Ageztem. Kinéztem a konyhaablakon. “Esik az eső. Esőben nem lehet kiiratkozni. Az nem járja. Sőt, sehova nem lehet menni esőben. Fizikailag lehetetlen.” Majd holnap. Ha nem esik az eső.

Szerda: Esett az eső.

Csütörtök: Úgy terveztem bemegyek kiiratkozni. Délben keltem, mert megint négyig játszottam. Kinéztem a konyhaablakon. “Végülis jó idő van. De most még kajálnom is kéne az meg legalább egy óra. Ráadásul jött ki Fringe, Bones, Criminal Minds és Gary Unmarried is. Áhh. Majd jövő héten.”

Aki még nem látta annak kötelező. A kedvenc időutazós filmem. Ráadásul Brad Pitt is hatalmasat alakít és a szinkron kivételesen nagyon jól sikerült. Azt hiszem Rudolf Péter Brad Pitt szinkronhangja, aki csak még őrültebbé teszi a karaktert.

Nyomj a read more-ra

tomoatmeal:

When I discovered that my graduation gift was a bible, I was furious.

“I asked for a gun, not a fucking Bible!” I screamed at my dad.

“But…”

“But nothing!  Get out of here!  I never want to see you again.”

My dad and I never spoke again after that.  As for the bible, I just assumed it was long gone until I saw it again, years later, at my father’s funeral.  It was tucked away on the shelf under my parent’s television and when I picked it up to thumb through it, a check fell out and floated to the floor.  The amount?  More than enough for the gun I had wanted.

Suddenly, I felt like a fool.  “How many other stupid books had I forgotten to check for money?”