Memoires Of My Soul
Alvy:
If you have read my first post on “On Our Way” you would know about the promise I have made monday and will spend 3 days iPod-Free. I would really become sad if the promise did’nt work, not because of me missing all my music, but because my cat would still be gone, and that disappearence is really bringing me down, I always find myself thinking: “Here am I, having fun, with the best friends life could give me, and I don’t have Prince by my side… Were might he be?” and I just cover my thoughts with guilt.
I just know that the first song I want to listen to is “On Our Way” by Christina Aguilera, just by Prince’s side, and yeah, our blog was named after the song, since the song relates to our friendship (Sofy’s Cary’s and mine) so I could be with all of you together. I’m really in the mood for music (In which I will be able to listen to tomorrow.) because songs help me express myself and maybe release some guilt I feel for leaving Prince alone. I feel like I’ve lost a part of me, since I remember when I first saw him in the pet store, he was a tiny persian kitten, with round little paws and cute little blue eyes, we already had Xuxa (Beige-colored female cat) at home, my mother was unsure if to buy him or not, we fell in love with him, we admired him playing with the others, and we just had to buy him. After some money was spent, the woman told us: “Since it is raining outside, be careful, because he is fragile and might get sick.” I held him in my arms, and felt his hot fur, we went inside the car, and just stayed, enchanted, paralyzed, and numb in the same position staring at him, and playing with him for the whole day, eventually, he grew, and Xuxa got pregnant, she had 6 kittens, and we got to keep one, Pakita, now with 9 months old, Pakita is very happy, and her mother’s best friend. Everything changed after Prince disappeared, Xuxa became frightened and vulnerable, and my mother, who loved Prince (she called him her “Faithful cat” because he always jumped onto the table and sat on top of the bible, with his paws on the pages, and that seemed like he was reading it.) You have no idea how much I cry writing this, so many memories, drawn away by something that I’m not even familiar with. No song in this world can draw away what I feel right now, only my friends can, I’m really needing a friendly shoulder to cry on, and I can always depend on my friends, especially Cary, Sofy and even Ms.Coggio! (We told you she was the best teacher, she’s a great friend + teacher) just remembering happy moments with my loved ones already bring a smile to my face.
Things We Don’t Get About This World
Sofy:
Last Monday, Cary and I were walking down to her guitar class because I was staying till five at school and I had nothing to do. So we started talking about things we don’t get about the world and came up with some pretty weird stuff.
First of all, we don’t get why people always sleep after having sex. ALWAYS. Neither of us has ever seen a movie where after the bed stops shaking and the couple stops moaning and stuff, they just get up and go for a cup of coffee. Never. I don’t get it. Is sex really that tiring?
Then we thought about why there are oranges on the power lines. I don’t know what they’re called, I just know that they’re round and look like oranges. I came up with this one, and Cary said that the oranges are there so that the wires don’t bump together, but that’s too boring. Like maybe they actually are oranges, and they’re there because their orange energy prevents the wires from sending off electrical rays and frying people. (I’m not sure that happens even without the oranges, but it could…)
Another thing we don’t get is why birds don’t die when they sit (do birds sit?) on the power lines. It’s like they have some protective barrier against electricity. Maybe it’s their feet. Birds always seemed to have weird feet to me. They look so rough, and rubbery…and they only have four fingers. (Is it toes? Claws?) How can anyone survive with only FOUR fingers?!?! But I guess they’re useful for the birds. They might be what keeps them from dying everytime they want to go sit on wires.
Why, when you’re in your car, and you’re stopped next to a bus, the people in the bus always stare at you? Seriously, they ALWAYS stare at me. And they don’t have nice faces, either. They don’t smile…It’s creepy, because it seems as if all the people inside the bus are looking at me. And they always seem sad or angry.
The last thing we don’t get is why people kill themselves by slashing their wrists. Okay, I know that some people shoot themselves or drown themselves in the tub, or hang themselves from trees. But a LOT of people slash their wrists. I mean, why would people want to end their lives like that? It’s so slow, and painful, and bloody. Don’t people commit suicide to get RID of all the pain and suffering?
We’re going to be Mommies!
Cary:
14 eggs. 14 lives. 14 babies in my life. Alvy opened his locker and there they were, looking at me. Silvery purple little cute balls. Some people might think its gross but I don’t care because for me they’re perfect. Now Sofy and I will be their mommies.(Don’t get the wrong idea, we’re straight here) Of course after they hatch they won’t obey us, and they will enter this dangerous world. With predators and insecticide trying to kill them. We decided that half is going to be called Sofy Jr. and the other half Cary Jr.One of them will be called Nemo and another Dori because the eggs reminded us of the movie. (Finding Nemo). I’m so anxious and happy that now I have something to look forward to, but in the other hand my locker is now overloaded with Alvy’s stuff. But I don’t care because friends are made to support each other. And Alvy don’t want to use the locker because the babies are there, he thinks they’re discusting… untrue, they’re cute.
Stinky Sanctuary
Alvy:
Today, at about 2:20 pm, I saw the most horrifying sight in my whole entire 12-year old life! Just after math class, I was ready to fill my backpack with boring Homework given by the Portuguese teacher and the Math teacher (Don’t get me wrong, every homework is boring.) So, back to my life, I kneeled down on the floor and tried to open my lock, I tried two times (Maybe it was a sign not to see the inside of my locker.) Stressed with the failure to unlock the lock previously, I just stared around, trying to remember what I had for Homework, I just stared at my locker’s door, then, I became pale, discusted, and backed away, staring at the discusting thing, inside my locker, right at the corner of the door, was a patch, a silvery patch, with 14 little STINK BUG EGGS! I exclaimed EW immediatly, then Cary, who has her locker next to mine, exclaimed: “Call Vivian!” (our science teacher) And so I did, she asked me if the eggs were round, and tiny, I said: “Yes, they are also silvery… and sick…” So, Vivian came to my locker and insisted (nicely of course, she is one of the coolest teachers…) that I did not kill the eggs, so I argued a little, and decided I would not do anything with the eggs, and moved all my stuff (books) to Carol’s locker… Just having problems with the lock now…
