So these past few days, my parents thought I was staying at my roommate’s place when in reality, I was staying at this guy’s (who is not my roommate because-duh he’s a guy) apartment. Hold your conservative and judge-y horses. My friend is away which means I’m living alone. I merely borrowed the place. On a side note, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a guy and girl or multiple guys and girls living together. It’s the 21st century for crying out loud. Putting a guy and a girl in one room at night does not mean they’ll have sex or have feeling for each other over night. That’s just in bullshit movies. So grow up, Philippines.
I woke up at 8, trying to go back to sleep and failing. I kept on imagining him here with me, on the bed at nighttime. I imagined him doing things to me he would normally do when we were alone. I could do that, I thought. I could invite him over and my fantasy (it sounds so perverted when you call it that) can turn into reality. But then I thought of how he would most likely judge the place. It’s not that I still love him. Heck, I don’t think I even like him now. I just really have a strong sense of attraction to him. Or I probably felt really lonely. While I imagine this, a Coldplay song keeps playing in my head, a particular line over and over again, “Tell me you love me, if you don’t then lie. Lie to me.” I imagine myself saying that to him. I know I won’t invite him over. I don’t have feelings for him anymore and I have a degree of self-respect that won’t allow him to come over.
I went to the bathroom, ate my sandwiches, and watched Band of Brothers. I finished it today. I felt an attachment to the men, to their lives, to what they’ve been through. I, again, cried every episode. I cried the most when Jew concentration camps were shown, realizing that the extent of Hitler’s evil knows no bounds. I always thought that people calling him evil was an overstatement. I thought wrong. I thought of the show and the characters when I stare out blankly. It felt like I went to war with them. I knew that this feeling will pass but I didn’t know when. My favorites or most memorable episodes would be the first episode, the episode in Normandy, and the episode in Bastogne. I especially liked Major Winters, Eugene the Medic, Web, and Lip. They were nice people. I can’t believe they made that in 2001, when Ross was still in Friends, considering the latter ended in 2004.
I also finished a book: The Improbable Theory of Ana and Zak. It was a short read. A cute one. I imagine Roger, Zak’s stepfather played by Captain Nixon in Band Of Brothers. My imagination is all related. And I keep wondering about this one guy in the show, who he was and where I saw him from before. I can’t wait to IMDB this show to read about the trivia. No internet kinda sucks now. And I’m pretty sure I’ve seen an episode of this on HBO or something, maybe even with my dad watching it. I’m interested in reading the book. I should read the book, when I have internet.
I started reading another book, Anatomy Of A Misfit. A friend suggested it. It was already in my to-read list long before that.
See: Day 1