Tomorrows qualities.

I don't want to reveal much about my day today, not that it was a bad day or anything, it was rather a day filled with about 6 bus rides (this is the new happiness scale?) and a sappy movie about hipsters that is too mainstream  for actual hipsters to watch but I didnt care as long as Im out of the house and in fair company. I'll cut to the chase.

While browsing for good Internet reads (apparently no one is actually writing interesting things, please dig into your souls and start writing so I will never ever have to come to this stage again) I came across this hasty sentence about something I dont quite recall but it made me think I should write something of the same manner about how I'd like tomorrow to be. This makes sense in my mind, I swear.

Tomorrow

10:30- sun doesnt interfere with my rhythm nor do I over sleep till noon. This is the start point of my day. The cold breeze brings upon me the desires of winter, even though winter isnt due till a couple of months here (Say, in Chili it is winter now! -eg-) a boy can only dream. The wind is tickling my toes and I grab for the   blanket in nostalgic motion. After 15 minute of mind control and internal propaganda, I sigh and lift my legs up in the air and in a vicious gesture I hop out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom.

11:45 "yes?" I say.
"Mathew, dude, we are starving move your lazy ass" Anne squeaks with dramatic pain into the phone.
" what, you didnt eat anything at all?" I questioned her.
"no, man, remember this is breakfast we are talking about, I'm not going to eat breakfast twice, then it wont be breaking my fast, moron"
"I'll be there in 5... wait make it 10" I'm always late, I buy myself some time and she hangs up like she usually does, without any goodbyes.

11:58
Anne and Charlie are in the bus stop wearing coats and boots, they wave for me to start running but its grey outside and all I want to do is just enjoy the coldness. The second I set foot on the booth the bus makes a halt and signals us to jump in. We do so, pay the driver and take a seat. Me and Charlie sit in our usual spot and Anne is faced our way on the opposite seat in front of us. We talk about everything and laugh a lot. We always have so much to talk about the three of us.

12:38
Jogging our way to the train , running because its about to leave without us.

13:15
We take off into the city air. Wow. Amazing.
" Charles," she always calls him Charles.
"Shall we go on and eat our Breakfast?" she continued.
" What about me?" I protest.
" You loser made me fast, you may come but only as our Family dog which we love but neglect on a daily basis" she answers joking.
" Yeah, Mat, its Lunch already" Charlie agrees.
" where should we go?" I ask.
" Um Pakin?" he answers looking over to Anne.
" what the same Chinese again?"
"you have a better idea?" he lifts his eyebrows like he usually does.
"I just wanted to see you sweat it, apparently you dont even care !" I joke
" Shut up,Pekin it is, Im going to eat you alive if we dont get there soon, Im starving!" Anne freaks. She really is hungry.
we walk over to the restaurant and it starts dripping slightly, it is wonderful, there is nothing that could make me happier than this walk with them.

14:00
"Are we ordering desert?" I ask.
" Maybe we should go find a new place for desert." Anne suggests.
" I couldnt agree more" Charlie says streaking his full belly with a huge smile on his face.
" You know it cant be ice cream"
"yeah, Mathew, we know"
" oh Im mathew Im allergic to icecream but I eat cheese and drink milk !" Anne says trying to imitate me.
"shut up, you both, ice cream is overrated" I say, defensive.
" Are you suggesting beaver tail is better?" Anne smells a challenge.
" Bet you 15 $ that Im going to have twice as much fun eating ice cream than beaver tale" she continues.
" thats not fair"
" bet's off? loser" she says. It reminds us of some other bet we had.
we laugh.
" look at this new kid working, Mat, whats her story" we look at this blonde short girl in the middle of the room. Charlie is starting the game that we love so much.
"oh, here, this is Bella, not as of Isabella, as of Bellatrix." I say and take a sip of my coke.
" She is 18, she has a boyfriend that works in the Tower Records in the mall and her daddy hates him. She is from a stable home and there is nothing interesting about her, yada yada yada" Charlie says.
" No,no ,no. the girl is the kind that saves up for a trip to India, look at her typicality blonde local 'Pot does my day but dont tell my daddy, he is going to be in shock when I sail off to India with my boyfriend' attitude, she is a good kid having some fun cant blame her" Anne corrects.
they look at me so I could be the judge.
"Lay, off, this is Bellatrix she is a senior she has no boyfriend and she works here so she could make money that doesn't include babysitting chimps" I conclude.
They both agree and we pay and leave.

The rest of the day we go around in the city. We laugh. Eat. Miss the train and finally get home with lots of good vibes. We go to the park and swing on the swings because I miss swinging on the swings even as an adult.

This is poorly written , very typical and stupid but this is what I need now, secretly. Anne and Charlie are a fruit of my imagination and I wish to own them in real life only they don't really exist. I'm going to continue the pattern in my head and APOLOGIZE for the low quality of today's post. For who ever is reading this, I know you are not really reading this, it ok. I needed this shit. Thanks

Mat

I dont want love because it doesn't exist for me. I want this. And winter days.