Reminiscing a (girl) friend

This is one of those days when you have an amazing idea for a story and you don’t know how to write it, ‘cause you have the sense or you’re so far of a pencil and a paper (or a table (you may ask yourselves… a table?... yeah I’m weird, but you should try, its “therapeutical” (if this word exist))) well, I’m introduce you my multiple mind… (Am I still being weird?)… Ok, this is serious, right? (This phrase is not about my multiple mind, this is about the story (… mmm, that is serious too, but not too much)…

Well I’ll try someday to write my story… let’s write about something else...

I LOST MY PENCIL:

That happens Friday morning I was wondering why my world is becoming bigger than I thought, and suddenly comes an strange felling, I think it was the “art” felling (a parapsichological motion (it’s like a incomplete déjà vu (I know this explanation maybe turns upside down everything that you thought about me))) well, I felt some desire to draw… and I start to get ready: blank paper A4, white eraser, sharpener? Gone (I thought “I can live (for a while) without it), pencil? Gone… Qué! No puede ser!!! Ups… It couldn’t be!!!

I know this is neurotic, but I miss my pencil… L … well, I started to search for… would it be in my desk? Let’s see… mmm there are pens, earphones (broken), lenses, sunglasses, passport (oh! I’m ugly in this pic (I’m guessing what you’re thinking “just in this pic…” I know I’m handsome… (ja ja ja))), CD cases, photos (this one with… (you might know), the other one with… (je je, ok… I’ll continue searching)), markers, mmm a candle (I do remember this candle, it was when… (ja ja ja…)).

I’m becoming shiver, where’s my pencil 2B made-for-THE-drawer?... well I supposed it’s not here, mmm… but I saw it last night… what am I gonna do? ( juatemaigonadu )… it’s time to read a book (you’re right man, you’re in vacations, you must to study, work, or do something for the life… maybe… draw L I MISS MY PENCIL… ) duh! Let’s find that book… Un mundo para Julius (“the book” you’ve been reading some years ago, and you left behind ‘cause you were waiting for “the date” with… (ja ja ja)) written by Bryce Echenique recently accused to be a copier about to many articles… but I think He write this book from his inspiration, ‘cause it’s really good, no, sincerely it’s a good narrative, but I rather other writers… so this is how I forget for a while my pencil, it’ll be replaced for some other longer, but I do remember it for some more months ‘cause it helps me to begin with my drawer career, and that’s why I’m still missing some stuffs that helped me to begin with my psychologist career (papers, books, tests, pencils, glasses, notebooks, markers, and to many stuff with no life (Am I going crazy?(but at least I realized they’re not alive) I don’t think so…)

I just have asked myself: if I have strange fellings for my stuffs would I have fellings for the people that help me to grown up? Yes, I would… ja ja… I do have those fellings… and you’re one of them. Thanks for your support and your unconditional friendship… I lost my pencil, but I wouldn’t like to lose your friendship (sounds and looks weird, but I know you’ll comprehend me as I’m ready to do the same ( see you around)).

Sincerely, Me (zach)

Lima, 25 de enero del 2009