whatifyourfingerswerealive

Sunday, July 17, 2005

thanks for calling..


it was my 17th birthday yesterday..and it was one of the most depressing days of the month..i dont know why, but so many things went wrong..one of them being that dicle didnt even call...

today has much more potential..i woke up to a phone call from my grandfather..i havent talked to him since ive been here..and i havent seen him for even longer...i wouldnt have talked to him today..but the phone was in my room....so i reluctantly stumbled out of bed and picked it up not recognizing the voice on the other end..how could i?..i havent spoken to him in years plus the man sounds like he is in his thirties.... the point is..talking to him made my day...


his whole persona reminds me of the movies.... he is always well shaven, his suits are made exclusively in italy and fit his broad shoulders with meticulous aptness... this old man with a youthful spirit and a kind face, who brings his grandaughter expensive gifts... kisses her on the cheek and calls her "princess"..simultaneously leads a life of intrigue adventure and romance.......

basically hes awesome


as i was saying....i did not recognize him...but he introduced himself as "your loyal knight Viktor" ...with the tone of voice that youd truly imagine a noble being would have...i now knew who it was...and he continued talking as if the distance that time has shaped had disappeard into thin air..he went on to tell me that he had heard from my grandmother that i was the most beautiful lady in the state of colorado (a very flattering exaggeration)..and also..that although he is "too old to go on a quest" he is "sprawled at my feet"....he wished me happy birthday in the most figurative language i have heard and made me feel like i really was a princess....:)


after that..i went back to bed..and thought it immensly strange that nikita isnt here and i cant call him or see him..... decided that i actually miss him ..and went downstairs to make breakfast.....then ..i actualy decided that i wanted to finish the hw that i had....and now..im taking a break from that...to say what im about to say..

that most importantly.. i wanted to thank everyone who took the time to call or write or say happy birthday to me....because as heartless as i may seem i really do appreciate it :)


13 Comments:

  • At 8:56 PM, Blogger My Friend said…

    happy delayed b-day Maria, although, some one didn't call me on my 18 b-day either

     
  • At 10:25 PM, Blogger whatifyourfingerswerealive said…

    i called..

     
  • At 10:38 PM, Blogger whatifyourfingerswerealive said…

    after i saw that..but still :)

     
  • At 11:57 PM, Blogger Kitas said…

    well at least the most beautiful lady in arapahoe county

     
  • At 1:41 PM, Blogger whatifyourfingerswerealive said…

    yes..and no knight

     
  • At 1:45 PM, Blogger whatifyourfingerswerealive said…

    a lonely lady and no knight
    unworthy suitors are in sight
    no one to save her from this plight
    despite despair and reprimands, much do to relatives’ demands
    the knight is stuck in distant lands
    reduced to using just his hands

    there is no grail in his quest
    no dragons one can put to rest
    and this by far is no test

    alas, fair lady waits for his return
    and hopes that he returns her yearn

     
  • At 4:52 PM, Blogger Kitas said…

    wow...my day is like 10x better now

     
  • At 5:35 PM, Blogger whatifyourfingerswerealive said…

    yeah ..wrote it on the bus..:)

     
  • At 12:15 AM, Blogger My Friend said…

    I like how I came to pick you up so you wouldn't have to ride the bus but then you weren't there

     
  • At 12:24 AM, Blogger whatifyourfingerswerealive said…

    heh..

     
  • At 3:41 AM, Blogger Kitas said…

    I am a very lonely knight
    I did not leave you out of spite
    I think about you every night

    Behind my back are tied my hands
    I cannot leave these distant lands
    I follow relatives’ commands
    But this my loved one understands

    Exile to these lands I detest
    For there’s no hope of a geste
    There is no sight of a pleasant breast
    My absence there do not bemourn
    It won’t be long till I return

     
  • At 9:43 AM, Blogger Anonymous said…

    If I had known it was your birthday and was not trying to get out of Hurriane Emily's way, I would have called... well, actually, IM'd you, and wished you the happiest of birthdays.

     
  • At 1:08 PM, Blogger whatifyourfingerswerealive said…

    heh thanks :)

     

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