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oh you lazy days

The next update of my summer is here! As promised to Freddie, I’m keeping you all in the loop.
Well, the other day I went to the Go Karts, which was insane. It was me and most of my cousins, my brother and his friends.
I didn’t press the brake once.
I was this crazy monster on the tracks, letting my wheels shriek against the road on the curves and laughing to myself madly inside my helmet. In my first curve I slid sideways from the force of my speed and slammed against a strange and yet, still kept going. I banged against the tires at the side of the road, went off track and at one point I had to push my helmet and glasses down my face because they were being blow away and let go of the wheel completely to do so. Despite all this I ended up first with a whole round ahead in my second race and it was so fun I might possibly be addicted to speed! ;3

Then another day we went to a shopping mall, had a splendidly unhealthy dinner all together, went to see a bad movie which ended at two in the morning (Jersey, eat your heart out) and then goofed around the empty mall by running up the wrong side of the mechanical stairs, getting on a toy merry-go-round and generally being crazy, loud and annoying. That night, big doggy and I went to bed at eight or nine in the morning. She played Okami and I wrote and then she read what I wrote whilst I played Okami. We had a strange breakfast and watched the sunrise with music in our ears. The clouds were giant and drifting towards us so that when I unfocused my eyes and looked at them it was as if some great being were about to tower over us. Monsters, or Gods. A little later I stepped out again and saw the cracks between the clouds glowing orange and I ran to the house, grabbed my camera, and trotted to the water reservoir which is elevated, and I spent long minutes capturing light and wind on film. Philipo the photogenic dog, came with me. I took some photographs of him looking at the horizon as well and went back to Little Doggy with scraped knees but a grin on my face.

The next day I wasn’t all that tired, but lazed about the farm until I went out with Little Doggy to RUN, a fantastic Asiatic restaurant. We both moaned at the Miso Soup and varied sushi and Thai noodles and fried ice cream and sesame and rice balls with ice cream. I’m not gonna be all that surprised if I go back to Jersey having gained a few pounds! We giggled over the Asian waiters (I have a thing for their jaw-lines ;) and watched fireworks and kids running around and climbing trees in the pleasant atmosphere of the plaza where the restaurant was at.

Then, this weeks has been a little of everything...clubbing again, a lot less drunk which was goooooood. Then Christian left, which was sad. Then Wednesday was disaster day, in which some entity beyond us made sure we did not get on the boat. I guess it started with having no bread for sandwiches. And then we got bread, and we didn’t have a second ride. And when we convinced Mum to take the boys to get a canoe, there were no canoes, and their tire went flat. And when we got to the boat we had forgotten the rudder and the keys for the sides. When my uncle and the boys went to see if my aunt had a canoe, they found one in her basement, but my brother got hit in the eye by a chair, they lost the paddles so that they ended up with only one toy one and the canoe had a slight hole in it (though this was noticed later). All this was happening whilst the cousins and I practically burnt to a crisp in some kind of ‘yatch club’ which had no freaking shade available until I ran under an umbrella when some people left whilst my cousins hissed at me not to and to which I responded very loudly “I don’t care! Let them tell me off, I’m dying here”. To top this all off, my uncle came back whilst we were eating a little after three, me having woken up at 11 30 to drive there after going to sleep at around six. In the end something went wrong in the preparation of the boat so that a rope got stuch and we couldn’t go anywhere. And we had to send someone after my brother and Danish who were in a canoe somewhere far into the sea.
In the end I was so tired that I swam a little in the pool, locked myself in my room, read a bit, and then slept until ten at night in the most wonderful way. The farm is practically only place I can nap. Partly because I don’t have homework or studying or anything worrying me, nudging the back of my mind with ‘I should do this’s and “I’m wasting my time with that’s." But it’s also the atmosphere. The crickets. The thin sheets. The way it take me ages to fall asleep but it doesn’t matter, the drifting in and out. I have all the time in the world.
Of course, that meant that I wasn’t tired all night so that I stayed up until seven-eight. Again. But it was fun to lie beside the water reservoir, looking at the stars with Luna the dog by my side, until the skies lightened and the horizon turned pale. I didn’t stay long enough to see the sun actually rising and playing with lights and clouds, but went home and took a shower and went to sleep smiling.

I spent today reading ‘a spot of bother’ mostly. Painting. Blowing bubbles. And then talking to my 13-year-old cousin about how the trials of love are affecting her. Which sounds funnier than I find it. But let’s not get into that.
And now it’s just Tato (my uncle) and Carmen (my cousin) and me in Club Nintendo (a room with all the computers and TV and Wii). Carmen is playing Resident Evil on the Wii, shrieking “Die! Diediediedie! Aaaah!...Is he dead? Eeeek, he’s not dead- Tato, Tato, they won’t die oh my god they’re zombies!” Aaah aaah aaah!” at the screen. And when I ay shrieking I mean shrieking. I’ve seen this game being played by about five different people and she is my far the scariest player out of all of them. And funniest.
She’s killing chickens now...and giggling rather madly. I’m severely disturbed. Aaahaha! She tried killing a cow with her knife (under my suggestion, I have to admit) and it turned around and butted her with her horns. I gasped loudly and she starting wailing that the whole town was crazy. Though in my opinion, Leon is also missing a few screws.

“Your right hand comes off?”

So...yes. Almost worried about results. Hoping to go to Aqualandia. Going to sleep at six. Getting up at one. Pool. Sun.
That’s about it.

Blue Paper Boats

One of the days in La Manga was especially fun.
Despite the fact it started a little slow with four hours of wandering around the house half-starved to death, it all started looking up when Little Doggy arrived home, calling out in Japanese, “I’m home!” to which I replied “Welcome back!”
As she saw me, leaning towards the oven in a little blue skirt, she laughed and happily pointed out how I looked like a wife at work, and said that the funny image made her day.

We went to the beach after lunch, where we spent most of the day. Firstly communing again with the sea, in which we caught waves whilst I said very truthfully, ‘being in the sea makes me want to purr,” which Little Doggy proclaimed the strange phrase of the day.

(Mira Lola, me estoy mojando)

We saw a giant fish surfing and as Little Doggy left to take a nap I stayed, floating easily even though the waves were a little rough by putting the back of my head towards them, tilting and swaying under the blue sky like a boat, peering at the clouds in the distance.
There was a wonderful moment underwater when the sea was pushing me towards the shore and I was swimming deeper in and as I closed my eyes is seemed as if I were moving but going nowhere at all. As if I were suspended, caught in a dream, and, strangely and confusingly I thought ‘Take me with you. No, don’t steal me. No, take me with you,’ And it was especially strange because I really meant it.
We had a little adventure after lying in the sun listening to music for a while as we took a walk with my camera and I photographed whatever we found was interesting, the best of which were two boys sitting crossed legged with even their hands posed in the meditating position and a ball of sand on each of their heads. The Zen Kids. Also, a large man lounging in a hole he had made, who we later found out was their father and looked like a big tanuki.
The day was absolutely filled with bursts of laughter between me and Little Doggy which would scare anyone looking at us, and was topped off with the delicious meal in a Chinese restaurant with an orgasmic fried-ice cream dessert which caused a very...interesting conversation.

Once back in the farm my other cousins, my brother, his friends and I went to another beach which was also loads of fun. At the end I took loads of photographs which turned out great. I may even do another only-photographic post for you guys :3 Some of the other days were a little more turbulent as I seemed to somehow always get hurt/sick but it was always the consequence of having too much fun.

Then there was the Jazz concert, which was amazing. We started on the seats, and technically should have stayed there as it was a sort of stadium/auditorium, but a hippy girl started dancing at the base of the stage and more people went down and in the end the two of my cousins and I that had gone to the concert were dancing to the sound of the low, amazing voices, the great instruments, the mind-blowing combinations. Even a cricket joined the fray, scuttling around in the stage, painted in the blue lights. We laughed and I loved the expressions we could see up close, the way the second jazz singer imitated the guitar with his voice, the way the bassist danced. There was a point when a video cameraman pointed his camera at us and I grinned widely and did the peace sign and I saw him laugh as I turned back to dancing. At the end my feet were killing me but we all had an ear-to-ear grin on our faces.

Despite all the good stuff that’s happening, though, the best thing about this place is that I’ve always got something to look forward to. Go Karts, beach escapades, shopping in the stands, clubbing, cinema, dining out, great walks, and even the lazy days are worth mentioning.
Aaaah, good old summer. What would I do without you?

the easiest place

It’s kind of amazing how much I just fit here. I slip into this style of life as if I had never left. Doing things that link directly to every other summer and making it feel so much like home, I don’t know what else to call it. Made up of little moments that are testimony of why this is the best place on Earth.

Mermaids
As always, as soon as I got the farm, after all the crushing hugs and shouts of greeting and peals of laughter, we threw ourselves into the pool even though it was one in the morning. We attempted to play volleyball which is more like we divided into two on either side of the pool and failed miserably at throwing the ball at each other. Little Doggy’s throw was especially spectacular, explained by the fact that she closed her eyes every time the ball neared her.

Oldschool
We spend the few hours after lunch and the late evening in ‘Club Nintendo’ where we are glued to the computer or connected to the Wii, racing in Mario Kart or battling it out in Super Smash Brothers (Brawl), laughing our heads off as we pause the game and look at our characters frozen in the funniest positions and expressions. It’s especially cool because it isn’t just us kids (that’s what we are, always) but also our uncle ‘El Tato’ who’s porch guards the Nintendo room and is as infantile and fun as any of us.

The Dark Room
I think I would love the process of revealing photographs, because I have far too many good memories in dark rooms. In the farm we have a particular tradition.
Usually its starts with Big Doggy and my brother ‘jamming’, her on the bass, him on the guitar, as we giggle at their songs or lay on the bed listening to them play along to things like System of a Down and Greenday and Kill Bill and Blink. As they run out of songs we turn out the lights- I’m never really sure how it even happens, but at the end of it it’s dark, sight useless in that world- and we are pressed together on the bed, listening to music. To songs that will reach us, that will dig deep inside and silence us and make us farther united, if that’s possible. Pidgeon said ‘We are so close...’ and it’s so true.

Ockham’s razor
Surprisingly, it ins’t t all sunshine and heat over here. It was cloudy and I was pissed off with the sky for betraying me, but it was made worth it. Partly because of the sunsets. The large clouds made the sky a spectacle; letting the sunrays through so that the blue was streaked with beams of light like a photoshopped picture. I took a walk with one of my cousins to pick flowers in one of the greenhouses and couldn’t stop staring above.
And then there was last night, which was amazing. It was dark and overhead it was saturated with clouds but there was thunder in the air, lighting up pieces up of the sky. My mouth opened and eyes widened as flashes flickered the world white and visible and then turned the lights out. I took my MP3 and sat on a swing, one of those long-limbed ones that hang from massive trees, and listened to my songs as it started to rain. Not the measly Jersey rain, but summer rain. Thick and sudden and soaking me through in mere seconds. The wind was making everything sway, even me, and veins of light were appearing in the clouds in tempo with the flashes. Two of my cousins curled up in a hammock beside me and if it had been almost anybody else it would have bothered me, for them to interrupt that moment, when everything was crazy and alive and singing. But it didn’t, not even when my little cousin jumped around with a towel on his back saying ‘superman!!!’
I let myself shiver wetly, closing my eyes and the rain stream down on my face and the wind swing me and the music blare and it was perfect. It was as if we were part of something...not bigger than us, but at the same time as if it were everything there is in the simplest way.
Sometimes Ockham’s razor cuts things just right.

Over here I’m just me. Stripped down bare. The first night in the pool my mum attempted to start the game off my throwing the ball in the air and hitting it, but she missed ridiculously and we all burst out laughing and I laughed hard, the sound transforming into something from my stomach instead of just lungs so that I was cackling and all my cousins giggled, saying ‘the witch the witch!’ and it’s not that I’m less me anywhere else, or that I laugh less or have less fun in Jersey, but I realized in that moment that I hadn’t laughed like that in ages because, maybe there’s something in the air, in the trees, in the crickets and the frogs and the wind, but I can just let go here.
And it’s the best feeling ever.

On Sunday I’m off to La Manga and from Wednesday I’m living alone with Little Doggy for three weeks. I have no doubt we have many adventures in store for us and will keep you guys updated with my seasalt and laid-back world.

Always

See you all in a few weeks. I’m just a pond away,

and you all know how to swim.

I spy with my little eye, things that start with '?'

I'm so glad summer is finally here. All gentle and calm. A little strange inside, and unsettled, but Coldplay couldn't have timed their release better, in my opinion. because 'just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost', and 'No I don't wanna battle from beginning to end; I don't wanna cycle, recycle revenge; I don't wanna follow death and all his friends' and 'tonight we're going to run, dreaming of the Osaka sun' and all the other good lines that make me smile even if they're a little sad just fit perfectly with the change.I've been a 'school sucks' girl all my life, so even though it's sad leaving all this behind...hey, it's summer, baby.

I'm free.

But onto new things. I've been collecting those random questions the Blog profile can generate, which I mentioned one post down. And ’cause I’m so terribly fond of memes I thought I’d start ANOTHER one. Only this time it’s all to do with your imagination and randomness and just a bit of fun. I’m gonna post the list of questions and ask that you answer them yourself in your own blogpost, even if it’s just one or some of them. If you don’t have a blog, post them in the reply! I’ll wait a day to see if anybody takes up the challenge and even if you don’t, I’ll be posting my already written answers in black under the questions tomorrow, so that you can only see the if you highlight the post.
I’m just smart like that. (and modest too!)
I’ll wait a day because if it were me I would give in to the temptation, read the answers straight away and then just not post my own out of laziness or scared of being influenced by them.
Right, here they are! Tee-hee.

Question: For your birthday, your aunt gave you a maple syrup dispenser shaped like a rooster. Please write her a thank-you note:

Answer: Yo auntie,
Thanks for the rooster. I know it's supposed to be a maple dispenser but it looked so lonely just sitting there, unused and crying thick dollops of syrup, so I filled it with bird food and put it in the garden to make friends. I’m not sure, but I think it was smiling the other day.
Thanks again,
You favourite niece, Marina

Question: If there isn’t an ‘I’ in team, then why is there a ‘me’?

Answer: Because there isn’t an ‘I’ in ‘me’ either you moron.

Question: You've been entered in a shadow puppet contest. What's your best pose?

Answer: The classic ‘that bitch started it’ pose. Profile, pointing at ‘that bitch’

Question: If you were a wrestler, what would be your finishing move?

Answer: Nipple Twist!

Question: Never mind the turtle. Don't you think you're sure to win?

Answer: Don’t ever ‘never mind’ the turtle. That is your first mistake, grasshopper.

Question: Whoops! Your tongue is now a magnet. Whatever will you use for silverware?

Answer: My tongue is a magnet? *leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer*

Question: When you spilled the milk, did it look like the moon?

Answer: What is with these questions? That just sounds like a metaphor for orgasm to me *shrug*

Question: What did you dream when you ate a spider while sleeping?

Answer: About Madam Widow and her mourning, cannibalistic eyes. The way she twisted around people, sinking fangs that numbed.
Always thinking of someone else.

Question: Come up with some possible band names for your group that features a washboard and a styrofoam tuba.

Answer: ‘Wives with Knives’. ‘People to Recycle’. ‘Laundry Day’. ‘Going Native’

Question: Unlike a dog, how can a turtle ever be naked?
Answer: Dunno, give it to Freddie saying it’s a drum, and you'll get musical porn.

Question: You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

Answer: A fabulous sculptural masterpiece depicting a daughter hugging her mother, with the caption, ‘love from olive hearts’.

Question: Radio wire is often used to make bird nests. What station do they listen to?

Answer: Mockingbird FM on the Organic Channel. (Do mockingbirds sing fossil songs of extinct birds?)

Question: What would you wear for camouflage if you were hiding in a gingerbread house?

Answer: An old-hag disguise, eating the occasional kid or two.

Question: You're trapped in a well with a goat and a slinky. Describe how you will escape.
Answer: Well, I would hypnotise the goat with the slinky by talking to it slowly whilst shifting the toy from hand to hand in that terribly addictive manner, and convince it into being a bird. When it starts flying upwards I would hook the slinky to its horn and let it pull me to safety, making sure to leave the girl from the ring well behind after kicking her repeatedly in the face.

Question: What's the most amount of sand you've ever had in your swimming trunks?

Answer: The fucking Sahara, and then some.

Question: What spells can you cast with magic markers?
Answer: The spell of words of which’s ink bleeds into hearts. Or, you know, the magic of stabbing you in the eye with the end of the marker.
Whatever.

Question: Your hands have been replaced by rubber stamps. What do they say?

Answer: (R)EPIC-(L)FAIL! So I can proclaim things epic, fail, or epic fail! Ahaha!

Question: What reason do you have to believe the earth is flat?

Answer: I’m never upside down. And Terry Pratchett says so.

Question: Your pyjamas have duckies on them. Why did you switch from choo-choos?
Answer: The smoke of the trains got into the lungs of my dreams and I needed lakes and clouds in my sleep.

I think I speak for most of the student community when I say...

I FUCKING HATE REVISING!!!!
RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRR!!!!

UUuurgGGhhh...I can feel my life seeping away slowly...quote by quote, study by study.

17th of June...thee art mine love! Forward goeth time, yet enchanted by the tortures of misery and boredom. But let thee not rest until summer meets a final leap into mine arms.
...Or someshit like that.
Wazever man...I’ve gone insane.
More, I mean.
Deliver me, Ludwig Van Beethoven, from a piteous end at the hands of studying.
Amen?...or has cheezburger?