What do you mean, the past?

It’s weird being back in this house. My old room. Two by three-half metres. The sheets are the ones I picked, seven years ago at some store just after the divorce.
I almost didn’t recognize the neighbourhood as I was driving through it. Detty picked me up at the trainstation. The Cement Suburbs. *Nods*

All these small details I forgot about his house. I remember them now I’ve seen them again.
We drank wine at dinner and talked about leisure-time-stuff. Larp. Music. Past? Have we a past? Well, let’s not talk about that dear. Come, have more food.
Directly after dinner we had coffee and my father and stepmom ate a pound of chocolate together. With nuts. Right after dinner.

Then they watched a movie while I beat Raphael at Need For Speed III. He only won two or three races while we did all courses. When I drive Bugatti, I can’t lose!

They went to bed, we internetted. Tomorrow we’ll go to Amsterdam.

Lets’not talk about the past
Even though nothing has changed
Really no, stay a while
Have some food but don’t tell us
About the past
We’ve been trying to forget

I’m just filled with emotions from inside and I really don’t know whom to talk to. These walls breathe memories too.
Dreamscape now. Maybe I’ll succeed.

You can talk but I won’t listen

What shall I say about this night at my dad’s? I’ve spent most of my time with Raphael, because, he cool. He’s almost sixteen and has radical games on the computer. Tony Hawk etc.
My father was his charming self. This time he didn’t ask when I’d continue my hunt for the driverslicense, but he listened, asked a question every now and then and mostly, ate and read. After dinner, he didn’t try to interact with me. He just, well, watched a movie with Detty. And I played on the computer.

I spent most time with Detty. We drove to Amsterdam to the German consulate for Raphael’s passport. Then we drove back to the Cement Suburbs. Then we went to the market and shopped for curtains and lace. And then she drove me to the trainstation. Her driving skills scare me. She drives like a maniac. Very stubborn at one moment, very panicy the next. And she never uses the flashy orangy thing. You know, the one that normal people use when they go left or right.

In the train back home I sew some and I talked to educated old people. And when I got home I hung the curtains. They’re very pretty. Darkblue is a good colour with red. I wonder what Tommy will think of them because she doesn’t know I got them already.

In the middle of the train, Corrie called me. Saying I had to come and cut/paste film material. Well, little miss Purple Sheep, here’s a big fat finger for you! *Makes gesture* Up yours missy!
Naw, really. Not kidding. She’s pissed at me because I couldn’t be there today and when I told her I’d not be able to make it tomorrow because of ‘family affairs’ she got pissed even more. Well, Feanor is family. Feanor (Spirit of Fire in Elvish, Tolkien) is my sword and I’ll pick her up tomorrow. That will save me 10% on the price. The Dreamwalker will accompany me to Uden, where the shop is. He sms’d me “Corrie was mad at you. Bwahahaha!”.

Yups. Will finish the dress I’m working on and then eat and clean some. Only a few more days to prep the house for the fest. Hear hear! I don’t know if I can make it to school to update LJ before then but I’ll type it out anyway.