Titan (The SiL archives vol. I)

Sometimes I write stuff that I never publish for various reasons, most of the time because the post is not good enough, but other times because I am damn lazy.

This story never saw the light in a timely manner because I did not bother to upload the pictures. More fool I.

But since it's being a quiet week at the office, and I have a bit of spare time at the end of every day, here it goes.

The SiL archives vol. I

"Let me tell about an epic war that has been fought behind the walls of my little castle, a story of defeat and sawdust. A story that will survive the passage of time and the rotting of wood.

Titan

I should have been informed that when you get your own place, everything that looks oh so perfect isn't really that perfect, and that you can't go directly to Ikea and buy all the furniture you like and have your home ready in a fortnight.

No, that is not true.

Lighting, painting, plumbing... by the time I looked at my to-do list, it already had 20 items, time and money consuming (specially the second).

And then... then came Titan.

Who is Titan?

This is Titan:

Titan is a mass of wood made up of two parts, one stuck to the floor and wall of my living room, 4 meters long and 70 centimeters wide. The second part is a smaller, screwed to the wall and also stuck, set of six wood boxes.

By stuck to the wall I mean stuck, the kind of stuck that means either destroying the wall or leaving wooden pieces on it trying to justify that it is some kind of avant-garde artist's work.

I think what made me hate it so much was the fact that I knew it was stuck to the wall, and that removing it would mean not only paying an interesting sum of money to either a carpenter, a lumberjack (chainsaw has been one of my favourite words this last month), or even the SWAT, it would mean starting a chain reaction similar to this: remove Titan --> fix walls --> fix floor.

I was determined to keep it at first, to use it until I could get back on my feet economically and buy a nicer piece of furniture, but every minute I spent in Titan's company I hated him more and more, until one day I couldn't bear it any longer and sent prudence and common sense off the window.

"I can't live here with that thing in the living room" I told my mom. No sooner had I said it that... three days later Titan looked like this:

And finally today, I went to see the results of the fight of man against wood, and the result was this:

Titan, may you rest in peace."


And this is how you pull two posts in a day ;P

Such is Life.

P.S.: After that, the wall was fixed and painted and the memory of Titan completely erased for good. Btw, I hereby present you my new place!

It's going to be fine

Today I dropped by Agnes' blog and saw this:

It has been two months since I last posted, and that makes me feel guilty. The reason why a person feels compelled to keep telling a story in a blog still escapes my understanding, but the truth is it happens. You start to tell a story in a website and by the time you run out of ideas you have created a bond with the anonimous entity formed by readers (if any) which is very difficult to fully break.

2012 is being a busy year, I got my own place and I am getting it ready to move sooner than later, my sister finished her PhD and now she's being taken away to a cold place up north. Now my heart is devided between the sad and empty room that will be left only to myself on Sunday (when we spoke about moving out of the room I never intended you to move so far, sis) and the thousands of happy musings about visits and video chats (and cute-stuff-shopping).

WTF, my heart is broken. I am going to miss you like hell, sis.

But, if I already am a drama queen and I let myself fall in this spiral of self pity I may as well pop my eyes out to have a real reason to complain. The world is clashing down and here I am crying over my sister moving on to a better place, a better job and a better life.

I love to make promises in this blog, my favourite one is: Posting regularly,  but as it is, I never keep that promise. There is always something better to do, A L W A Y S. But now my sister is going away and I feel this blog may become a nice little cozy place where I can tell her about the stupid daily stuff that comes to my head.

I am starting a new section - yay! In which I will post (almost daily, at least for the next few months (maybe weeks, ok)) a (bad quality) bb pic of my day to day life, and tell you a few lines about what the Life in Such is Life stands for.

This is for you, sis.

Love you to pieces, to you I dedicate this section.

Coming soon (maybe too soon for my liking) in Such is Life:

 Such is Life.