Pizza Discounts and Spatulas

October 22, 2007
2:32 PM
Food Court, Guam Airport
Snuggled in cushiony chair in front of Domino's and to the right of Big Nama
At a table far, far in the back away from the rucus and coagulation of people

I'll be in this joint for a near eight hours. It's cold and the atmosphere is foreign...literally foreign. I'm surrounded by Japanese tourists and can't make out a sharde of what they're saying--not that I'm trying to anyway. In front of me lies my copy of Steven Levitt's and Stephen Dubner's "FREAKONOMICS: A ROGUE ECONOMIST EXPLORES THE HIDDEN SIDE OF EVERYTHING". Upon arriving on this here slab of tropical earth deposits, I thought it best to equip myself with a sufficient supply of solid and liquid congestible material; so I snagged myself a medium-sized Extravaganza Pizza, a medium-sized Coke, and a large Cascade Berry Smoothie. It cost my currency container paper slit an approximate eighteen dollars and 0/0 cents. I didn't intend on getting the medium Coke, but the lady at the counter gave a shot-out to her half-flip homegurl and gave me a discount on the pizza and gave me a drink to go with it. I really didn't think it was all that necessary for her to do so. I admit that it gave me a sense of guilt. Should I have said no? Exactly. After a brief conversation with her in the midst of what was a tourist-barren Food Court, I think Humanity fell into pulling the heart strings of her emphatic cords and showed her that even in the latitudinal depths of the Pacific, you meet people who remind you of home. I told her that I was travelling alone. I am 17. I was meeting my parents in the Phillippines. I was on a 7-hour transit from Guam to the P.I. I got the pizza to save off buying food again later. And, I guess, that judging from the quality of my facade, I wasn't doing to great health-wise. She saved me eight bucks and the drink would have added another three, but I really think that she really didn't have to give me that discount though. But taking it made me feel as though kindness and compassion really did exist in strangers. After all, strangers are people--defensless creature-strangling sexual predators and open-armed open-hearted earthen angels alike. The guy at Burger King kept looking at me earlier. It was rather perturbing. But, somewhat romantic. What are they called in romance novels? If I were a romance novelist... "I sat at my table, with ebony doe eyes buried in the seams of my paperback. My left hand fumbling on to its pages; my right hand grasping on to the strong trunk of my yellow hilighter. He stood there at a distance. I could feel his pupils dilating as they pushed still air against my airport temperatured body. I quivered. My feet shuffled. I looked up, and yet he didn't look away. Down eyes! I looked up again, and yet he didn't look away! Oh, the hot meaty taste of forthright burning love! How I wished to delve into the foggy mists of the forbidden, cross the restricted areas of journeys, and jump that ceramic-plated counter into his throbbing burger-scented embrace! I natured my appetite for love that day...to a Burger King cashier. To feel the texture of his blue and white cotton/polyester uniform against my skin, and to feel his hands wrapped around mine as we toss patties with his strong metal spatula, melting in grease!...is the only thing that can salvage my crumpled paper bag heart now..." Man, I scare myself sometimes. Honestly, I exaggerated. I didn't swear my love to him. I just thought he was kind of cute. But you know what they say?! (Or at least, I say.) There are cute guys everywhere, but some are only nice to look at, some are only nice to talk to. I yearn for a fair mixture of both. The kind where looks and talkability submerge into a causal relationship where standards are inaplicable to love, and love just is. Do I make sense? Bah. Humbug. I've digressed. But! I've had fun while doing so! Anyway...

lol...
Over. And out.
End time: 3:20 PM

I don't practice Santeria, I don't got no crystal ball

It's a bittersweet symphony. That's life. Te vuelves aire. No change, I can change, I can change, I can change. But I'm a million different people from one day to the next, I can change..I can change my mood. I had a million dollars, but I spent it all.

This is the last birthday I'll spend on Saipan.

So much for turning 17...

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"There's no better feeling than when I wake up to the morning sun, and watch the sunrise in your eyes." -Fiji

"Late at night I lie awake to watch her sleeping, she's lost in peaceful dreams so I turn down the lights and lay there in the dark, and the thought crosses my mind, if I don't awake in the morning, will she ever doubt the way I feel about her in my heart. If tomorrow never comes, will she know how much I loved her? So I try in every way to show her every day, that she's my only one. If my time on earth were through, and she got to face this world without me, the love I gave her in the past, will it be enough to last, if tomorrow never comes? Because I lost love once in my life, who never knew how much I loved her, now I'm face with my regret that my true feelings for them never were revealed. So I made a promise to myself to let them know how much they mean to me, and I'd live with the circumstance. There's no second chance to show them how I feel. If tomorrow never comes, will she know how much I loved her?" -Fiji