Not a beach body, but still a babe

So I'm watching another movie.  House on Haunted Hill.  Made in 1959, so hopefully it will be good.  This is back when the shrill scream was tops in film making.  That iconic shriek.

Mm I want a cigarette. So I'll have one!

Ah opening credits. I bet that's a pretty house in color.  Just a bored rich guy that wants to kill people.

I'm so out of place in an office.  It's boring.  I don't know when or how to talk to anyone.  And they all say I'm so quiet.  Am I just supposed to walk up to people working and start talking?  I don't know what they are doing or if it's important.  What if they don't want to be bothered?  They are always saying I need to be more engaged but the few times I've reached out it's been met with awkwardness.  And no one ever reaches out to me except David (I think he sees me as a daughter since he has three and no sons).  Most of that is just "How you doing?" "Very good." "Keep at it." (All right together but still, hardly a real conversation).  I'm just not friend with anyone and I don't really see that changing.  I'm just so much younger than everyone else.  There is this gap and even if I had things to say I think they don't think I'd know what they are talking about because I'm younger.  God, I know a lot.  Probably more than a lot of them because I'm not stuck in their tiny PhD bip of life that gives them tunnel vision to the rest of the world.  I don't really think they are all bigoted but they sure aren't giving me anything else to go on.  Everyone else it's a quick hello (if that).  I just don't belong here.  I'm so out of my element.  (Just now [because I'm at work] I said bye to Mark and he was right by my cube and he didn't say anything and I know he heard me because he heard Kelly who is farther away and said bye to her...how am I supposed to reach out to that?)

I made a paper airplane out of a post-it note.  It is really crappy.  I named it the flea because it bites.  Yuk yuk yuk.

White Blank Page by Mumford & Sons
I don't think it's the actual music video but I think it might be. I don't know.  I like it though and you get to actually see the band.  I hate how when you type shit into YouTube and it just pulls up a bunch of covers.  If I wanted to watch a cover I'd search COVERS.  It's annoying, I just want to watch the actual video.


Talking to my mommy,

Mav

PS I got another poem published!

Here it is... a Mav original

Rose Colored Glasses

Rose colored glasses
refracted brilliant sunlight
into the deepest layer of cornea,

burning a hole
through humanity's truth,
alighting the consummate fantasy.