When Things get Lost, I Might Know Where to Look

Have you ever wondered where things go when they get lost? I ALWAYS wonder. Losing things in life is one of the strangest things. When I lose something and I start looking for it I usually find somthing that I had been looking for the week before and no longer need because I've either learned how to live without it or I've replaced it with somthing else. Some days I only need things that are lost or are difficult to find. I could need my special red pencil that sharpens really cool when I used my pencil sharpener that I bought at Shaws. I would need my bristol board to sketch out some ideas that I had when I was flipping through my September issue of Cosmopolitan magazine and my Boys are Smelly watermellon lip jelly to keep my lips moist while I think about what the final product will be when I set it on the window sill that is obstructed by boxes of items I haven't used since i put them in the box when I first moved into this apartment. The thing is....that every single thing I could need that day could be LOST! Or misplaced or somewhere it's not supposed to be.

So have I have always wondered where EXACTLY things go when they officially become lost. I once read this book when I was young about this girl who has friends with her pewter figurines. One of her favorites was this tiny ceramic pig. She was able to travel to the world of her little figurines. Once while she was hanging out with her pig and its friends, the mean old wizard banished the little pig from the world- the wizard made the pig disappear. The girl came back to our world and her little pig was nowhere to be found in her house, not even on her figurine shelf. Eventually she finds the pig behind some large piece of furniture in her house. How it got there, no one knows. So there IS a place that lost things go to. Now the question is, is do all things officially declared as lost end up in one place?

I have a theory. Many evenings I have come home late from school and upon exiting the metro at Packard's Corner I usually pass an interesting collection of discarded items. Usuallly broken books, dismantled toys and empty cereal boxes and other similar things such as red shoe laces. Every time I pass this little collection items, something hasn't felt "right" about it. Once or twice I've looked up towards the sky to see if there were any aparment building windows where children might be able to throw things out of of. Nothing. No windows. No tall buildings. Just an Asian Student center and a realty that occupy a 1.5 story building on the corner. These items don't look like normal trash. They look like someone's LOST things!

That corner must be the end of one of the portals that lost things get sucked into and travel through until they reach their officially lost location. Like in Being John Malchovich where they get spit out into the side of an expressway in New Jersey or something. I think everyone's home has such a portal. The thing is that we will never be able to find it and it will be most difficult to keep every single thing we own from becoming "lost". When we DO find things it's because we've stopped them from being gravitated to the portal.

The solution is to become more organized and not have so much stuff! I can help needing my special red pencil and the pencil sharpener that makes cool shavings. I have tons of other "non-special" pencils with un-special pencil sharpeners.

What am I supposed to do?!

Even When We Have Antennas Coming Out of Our Heads

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You know how that fuzzy feeling you get when its your birthday? There is this faint kind of excitedness that stays inside of you for the whole day because you know it's a special day. That's how I felt on December 9th. I felt special because it's been 4 YEARS since I met my best and most favorite person on the whole entire planet- Bill.

4 years can mean different things on different occasions to different people. 4 years can be a very short time if that's all you have left of life on this planet. 4 years can seem like an eternity if that's how long its going to take you to write a research paper. 4 years can seem short if that's how long it'll take you to become a millionare from selling icecream cones and be set for the rest of your life. 4 years can seem meaningless if you've been sitting in a cubicle filing I-9's day after day, hour after hour for that many years and still have no prospects of getting promoted. 4 years can mean alot of if 2 years is the longest you've lived anywhere.

In 4 years I've had the opportunity to have the best companion one could ever ask for to be able to experience what many people would be lucky to experience in a lifetime. ( I don't know if that makes any sense).

We've been through tough times and some really good times. We've seen eachother brush our teeth and he's seen me floss. I know that he can't put all of his dirty clothes in the clothes bin no matter what and he knows that I will never be able to be on time for anything ever.

We've even been to Colombia and had antennas coming out of our heads. When we were in France the Eiffel Tower was coming out of Bill's head--and I love him anyways.

I have a Krispy Dreaming

Our sole purpose this past Saturday was to experience a Krispy Dream- straight from the source. I don't think I've ever had a dessert that tasted quite so good. It was dreamy alright. Krispy Kreme is spreading across Massachusetts like frosting on toaster studel. Toaster strudels are pretty good too, but nothing compares to that donut.

We walked around the Prudential mall for a little bit and then we went to go check out the donut factory. It was magical. There were donuts being made this time. They traveled up and down miniature escalators, then waded across a siena pool of boiling oil. After their swim they rested on little moving platforms until it was their turn to be bathed in a white, whispy waterfall of glaze. Then they happilly went on to dry and were promptly picked up and packaged for eager and hungry donut eaters, like myself.

I've never had a new donut quite like that one. The only other experience I have similiar to the Krispy Dream was the first time I tried goat cheese....

It was a hot sweltering day in Madrid and a francofile named somthing-or-other offered me some of her cheese that she was spreading on some toasted baguette. The moment the cheese touched my tongue, I just about melted. That was the beginning of my goat cheese addiction. This francofile girl kept a platter of 4 different types of goat cheese in the refriderator and I just coulnd't stop eating it! I normaly don't eat other people's food without asking, but that's an addiction for you.

Cheese addictions are the best kind. Yum.