Lazy Sunday

I needed some rest. That is a fact. But not like this.

Sunday started like this:

1) Woke up at 6:30. Can you believe it:? on a S-U-N-D-A-Y! Such a crime!

2) In order to restore peace at home, I took my out to lunch. We had a pleasant time, even though my stomach is pretty upset with the outrageous amount of food we ate.

3) Slept the whole afternoon. It was great (despite the fact that I woke up with a terrible headache. I don't know why I insist on sleeping in the afternoon. It's always the same - get rid of enourmous eye bags (result of vulgar amount of work) and get a free headache -!

4) Had the most amazing dream with my dad. First one I got to see his face. I could actually touch him, give him a kiss and put my head in his shoulders. I felt loved again. I knew he'd already passed in my dream, but somehow I wasn't afraid and I just wanted to be with him again, to talk to him one more time, to hug him and look into his beautiful blue eyes. He was having lunch with us, as he used to - he was eating his favorite dish - and he asked me if I were okay, if there was something missing, to make them stop fighting. He looked so pretty, so healthy. I woke up crying. My mom actually thought I was in pain for some reason. I miss my dad so much it hurts.

5) Spent the rest of the night reading a book. I wanted to finish it today, cause I still have a long list of books to read. (check the picture). That is definitely what I love doing the most. It takes me out to a different dimension. 

(I know, two versions of Eat, Pray, Love - I had no idea I'd already bought one!)

6) Got to talk to a friend. He's one of the Canadians I like the most. He's been going through a hard time and I feel like I gotta help him. I truly hope things work out for him the way he planned. I hate to see people feeling bad because things didn't work out. I'm all about go for it and try it again. 

Still have some lessons to plan, but guess what? I don't feel like doing it at all.  

I'll keep listening to my John Mayer playlist...

It's gonna be a long, long night - given the fact I slept the whole afternoon.

HAVE A GOOD END OF WEEKEND.

Date a girl who reads

I found this on one of my favorite blogs and found out Rosemary Urquico wrote it... it's brilliant and I totally see myself in the same spot. Thank you Meg, from the wild and willy ways of a brunette bombshell, for posting it.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by God, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.