Dimitrios
October 2005 - February 2007

on friday, we lost our anorexic albino gecko. he always had problems, but we loved him, even though we had to hand-feed him wax worms, which is gross. maybe he didn't like them. maybe we could have tried crickets. he didn't want to eat, and eventually he started vomitting after meals. i wish i had played with him more. i wonder if alekos and tomato know what has happened. beto cuevas was albino, too.

tell me something you love.

i love books without words, and a good calf-length skirt. i love the smell of coco madamoiselle and mother of pearl (have i ever told you that i like mother of pearl?) anything. i love shakira and the feeling i get at the end of vanilla sky (how come no one liked that movie?). i love hot showers and warm soft blankets and naps and the newspaper. i love that tv special where the magician shows me how he did it and i love a good joke. i love to dance and i love to make my bed. i love curled eyelashes, hyperbole, and writing down recipes. i love wearing an apron when i cook and i love unbleached flour. i love sunsets and windy summer days and when the words gold and green are said together. i love the perfect driving music and i love the way a beautiful day makes my heart fill up and i love when i have a secret and no one knows. no one. i even love when it feels like i have a wonderful secret but i don't.




dear diary,

today, me and rico took minerva to the mall. on the way, we listened to the song "timor" -about east timor, the world's poorest economy. all day rico was singing about seymour. :[ it's too cute to handle.

This was interesting.

You Are the Individualist

4 You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself. You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable. You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt. Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel.

This week has been so crazy. Ups and downs everywhere. I don't know how to say anything that has happened. I'm not the same person I was on Monday.

The sox won the series last night, which was amazing. I called rico but he was away form his phone (he called me back later and said he was in the shower. that was no excuse to miss the end of the game.) i called my da to see if he was awake but he didn't answer, and i didn't want to wake him to ruin the series for him. so i called amy! i knew she'd be awake. and she was. and we screamed at eachother about the greatest thing. ever.

i never wanted this to happen but i have been sucked into the da vinci code. i can't put it down. i wish i had more time to just freaking read. gahhhh.

what else. nothing i guess. tomorrow i'm going home with arham again. i like that much better than taking the train and i'm now almost finished with the assignment i need him for. yesssss. last week was really nice because i got home at like 3:30, and that's when my train would normally be leaving. and i didn't have to walk 8 blocks or transfer cta trains or carry all my stuff a billion miles. so arham is mostly likely my bfffffff.

These days, I live in the medical district of Chicago, 10 seconds outside of Pilsen and 6 minutes from downtown. I wake up when the computer voice across the street announces how long it's been since the last bus, and I fall asleep watching a cloud of smoke from a hospital billow up towards heaven. It never gets dark enough and I always feel tired. I miss the gold and green of the suburbs but not much else. This place has plenty of gold, anyway.



*Previously __domestica (If you're confused)

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