Happy Easter

I want to tell you about the time before I started keeping track of the days. I always thought getting older meant becoming more efficient, like a well-tuned machine. But after a while, I let that go, because it didn't make sense. The more we use something, the worse it works.

I guess we get better with age, but I haven't taken enough time to taste the days. I don't know much about wine, but you always liked to drink on the weekends. "To cleanse the palate", you would say.

"Alcoholic!" I'd say back, taking the bottle away from you.

I never really liked the taste, even way back, during Sunday services, when I used to go. I was a little woman-girl, in my itchy grey Sunday dress, but my youth did not stop the glass from being passed my way. It always burned going down, but not as much as the taste of religion being thrust down my throat.

We left the church, after my brother died in the army. My mother did not believe God could do that to her, take her baby boy. They still call me sometimes, tell me I can still be saved. They say there's even hope for my mother, but that is where I stop listening. "She's not crazy like you think she is," I want to tell them. "She's not crazy like you."

Of course, I don't.

You like my mother, I can tell. "So what," you said, defensive.

"Nothing, it's nice."

We were together for a while before you gave me a plastic egg. There were chocolates inside, and you told me to find the rest of them inside your apartment. "I don't celebrate Easter," I said.

"Humour me," You said back.

I played your little game. There was a green egg under the couch, with blue M&Ms in it, your favourite kind. I thought it was stupid, they all tasted the same.

"You don't understand," you always sighed.

I found a blue one in your turtle's tank, filled with a teaspoon of powdery brown nuggets. I fed them to your turtles, Franklin and Raphael. "You see those red patches on their heads? Raphael always wore a red headband and Franklin always had a red hat. There's a reason for everything," you replied matter-of-factly, when I asked you about there names.

"Oh shut up Buddha."

There was a yellow egg in your prized fifth grade baseball trophy, which you won for being the "most improved player". I used to laugh at you: "That just means you went from sucking really badly to just sucking a little."

I moved to the bathroom, and found a pink egg sitting on top of a pile of pink clothes. "I can't believe you ruined all your white shirts!" I had yelled at you, when you told me what you had done.

"Ughh, it's not my fault..."

"How is it not? What are you going to wear now?!" You ended up wearing a pink dress shirt to my cousin Annie's wedding. Then I took you shopping, to fix your new rose petal wardrobe.

"Where in the WORLD did you find pink M&Ms?" I yelled from the bathroom, when I opened the egg.

"Secret. Keep looking."

"Where are you?" I said, checking in the bathtub.

"Secret. Focus!"

I move into the kitchen, and find a purple egg on the counter, with a paper inside. "Look in the fridge." I read out loud. I open the fridge, and was greeted with an open carton of eggs.

G O T O B E D R O O M ! spelled the dozen eggs, Sharpie letters on delicate shells.

I run to the bedroom, and of course, you're waiting. You hand me a large egg shaped like a baby chick. It is light, and I open it.

There is a paper inside.

"Being with you can be EGGS-hausting sometimes. You EGGS-amine everything I say and do. You can be downright EGG-asperating. You even EGGS-ploit me to do your bidding. However, most of the time, I can EGGS-cuse your faults. In the end, being with you is EGGS-hilierating, EGG-citing, EGGS-travagant, EGG-cellent. You are the only one I want to EGG-perience life with.

P.S. I hope I never have to call you my EGGS-girlfriend."



Happy Easter.

Panda

It's nice like this...I wouldn't mind this a little longer.

Weather is gross but that's alright. I've got boots. :3

Don't buy salads from Mcdonalds. It's not worth it.

Treat yourself every once in a while. Makes a big difference.



Okay that's it I think.

Okay

I guess to every guy, their girl is beautiful.

Trying to see what it's like.

Huh...it's so hard for me to see things from someone else's eyes. I'm really trying. I see people and I want to know what it's like to be them.

I can't imagine it...I was getting pretty good at one point. I could try to put myself where they were sitting on the bus and imagine what it's like to be looking around. Wonder who they are...................


Anyways.

Parents are pushing me. Eh...

What did I want to say. Hope when I love a boy I am mature enough to see that he is the most beautiful. Hope I grow out of this...

I'm kind of sleepy. Just wanted to make some goals, I guess.

1) stop murmuring.

I think that's my only goal.

2) be strong.

nvm, just two for today. I told you I had so many questions.

You said you could answer them for me, but I knew you didn't want to.

It's okay. Didn't need that from you.

I think I'm going to find this out for myself.

Okay I'm done, prematurely per usual. Good night. :3