I was sitting in the car, watching the little kids running outside and chiding myself for not bringing something to read. Because you know, watching little kids always makes me sad. It makes me wish I was one of them, short, barefoot and makeup-paste-less. Still, it was a peaceful time. The sun was shining down on my knees, warming me all over, and I had the kind of feeling where you are half asleep and half awake. Sometimes a person just needs some space to breath, to sit in a car and be happy. To not think or bother about anything. There’s always plenty to stress about, but somehow just when I need it, I always find a perfect moment in which to clear my mind. It’s a mix of melancholy and contentment. Peace is a great feeling to have.
Last night I saw Catching Fire with my sister, finally, haha 🙂 . Poor Katniss! The story only gets worse from here on. I know, I’ve read the books. It’s going to be a heck of a ride for us. But I loved the movie. Finnick is gorgeous, as is Gale. Should I pick a team now? Ah, I’m too lazy too argue. I’ll just agree with whatever it is anybody else says. However, I could never go for Peeta. That guy is waaay too short. I’d overpower him with my gaze, forget my heels. This afternoon I told Kar. that I’m sixteen, and she said I’m too young to be wearing heels. She’s twelve. Oh, the ‘helpful’ advice of a (perhaps) jealous, wishful girl. I told her it was good for my pointe arch. Told her I take ballet. Kar. shook her head, couldn’t answer. Perhaps I should stop wearing heels whatsoever. They are majorly intimidating, I’ve heard. And seen. But I enjoy the confidence I get in strutting carefully around corners, one foot right in front of the other, like I’m on figure skates. I used to want to be a figure skater.
Have a lovely Easter!
-Lonely but Fabulous