my poor sister
 

she all. my parents. she's like socialphobic or osmething she never goes out. like to restaurants i don't know why. like. yeah. and my dad...it's a long story but they went to this nice restaurant tonight or something and my sister came on and she didn't go :( and i was all 'why not?' and she sounded so unhappy like mad at herself for not going. it's a side of her i never see. i todld her when i go home for thanksgiving we're gonna go out again. then i told her at least she doesn't have to witness my other sister making a public spectacle. yeah . poor thing :(

and silly drunks. my roommate comes in there's some semi-formal tonight. she's acting silly and apparently she had 2.5 shots of peach schnaps? don't know if that's a lot. she was laughing at something if orget what then she asked me if the black dress looked ok or if she should wear the blue one and i was all 'the black one looks nice' and she was all 'you better not be lying!' then she was all 'man that was a weird thing to say' then this other girl came inlooking for bobbie pins and i said maybe they're in the bathroom, 5 mins later she comes wandering out and i see them on the dresser and i'm all 'um i think they're over there' ahh ha ha. she had been staring at the dresser for 5 mins. or maybe she j ust i dunno. silly.

she called me a poopy

me(9:00:51 PM): welp
me (9:01:01 PM): did you like oxo last time you were there?
her(9:01:01 PM): yes, welp
me (9:01:09 PM): i seriously need to do my homework
me(9:01:19 PM): i'm so lazy :-$
her (9:01:33 PM): no, i thought it was pretentious and stiff and yucky
me(9:01:39 PM): oh
me (9:01:44 PM): so then it doesn't matter that you didn't go
me (9:01:52 PM): we'll go to c&o o rsomething when i come home in a couple weeks
me (9:02:00 PM): although oxo has more interesting desserts
her (9:02:02 PM): the parents are mad
me (9:02:04 PM): i reaalllly like oxo!
me (9:02:15 PM): well just force yourself to go out with them next time
her (9:02:21 PM): well then you're a poopy
me (9:02:25 PM): WHAT?
me (9:02:27 PM): i am not a poopy
her(9:02:27 PM): i'll go next time

Re: my poor sister
 

sounds like someone i date now

^i've always wanted to give those girls 7-up and pass it off as some malt drink, to see if they still act like morons.

Re: Re: my poor sister
 

aww a little resentful are we?

no she's not one of those dumb girls.... she said she wasn't drunk she was all 'i'm not really drunk okay? just sort of giggly' i was all 'oh okay' but she was. she was tipsy though. i don't think that's unbelievable.

i think ther'es something wrong with me. it's so horrible. i'm so worried. whenever they mention going otu to dinner, i just like. i get so worried like just 'be careful' i can't explain

my mom said she was gonna call me wednesday night and she didn't...she called me thursday and told me she had gone on a plane ride to d.c. that day and i was horrified

then later i was yelling at her abou tsomething. like something she said pissed me off and i was going 'MOTHER that's not true okay? why dont' you get it. mother NO. MOTHER' and my roommates thought it was funny or something i dunno :( and my mom tol dme she's glad she didn't call me on wednesday cuz i would've yelled at her and then felt really guilty when her plane crashed and she died. yeah. i think morbidity runs in my family. but i worry about them all the time. nad my dog. my really old dog. it terrifies me. dammit. :( like i can't take a shower without ruminating on the meaninglessness of existence.

I was talking to this person about machetes tonight. We both agreed carrying them makes you look infinitely cooler but we'd probably kill ourselves if we ever tried to use one. Not that I'd even be able to lift one with my four-year-old girl arms.

This girl I knew in high school gave some other girl a glass of water and told her it was vodka and she drank it and started acting drunk.

You mean the lack of an alcohol-y smell didn't tip her off that it wasn't vodka? What the fuck?

If your soul was born with wings
What does a hut mean or a palace of kings!
What -- Genghis Khan, and what -- a horde!
I have two foes in the whole world,
They are two twins in one image united:
Hunger of hungry and glut of glutted.

Two suns are cooling - O save me, God!
The first - in heavens, the second - in heart.
Will I have an excuse for that? -
Both suns made me fully mad!
No pain from the beams - they're lost!
Hotter sun will be frozen first.

I loved you and perhaps still
This love hasn't faded in my soul.
It wouldn't trouble you again:
I want not sudden you by anything.

I loved you so silently,so hopelessly
Languished by shyness or by jealousy.
I loved you so sincerely,so tenderly
Like God make you be loved by the other.

Rodolfo
(Holding Mimì's hand in a
voice that's full of emotion)

This little hand is frozen,
let me warm it here in mine.
What’s the use in searching?
It's far too dark to find it.
But by our good fortune,
it's a night lit by the moon,
and up here the moon
is our closest of neighbours.
Rodolfo
(Holding Mimì's hand in a
voice that's full of emotion)

(As Mimì tries to withdraw her hand)

One moment, mademoiselle,
let me tell you in just two words,
who I am, what I do,
and how I live. Shall I?

(Mimì says nothing: Rodolfo lets go
of Mimì's hand.
Full of emotion she reaches back
for a chair upon which to drop)

Who am I?
I am a poet.
What do I do here? I Write.
And how do I live? I live
in my contented poverty,
as if a grand lord, I squander
odes and hymns of love.
In my dreams and reveries,
I build castles in the air,
where in spirit I am a millionaire.
Yet sometimes from my safe,
all my gems are stolen
by two thieves, a pair of lovely eyes!
They entered with you just now!
Now all past dreams have disappeared.
Beautiful dreams I'd cherished,
immediately vanished without a trace!
But the theft does not wound me deeply,
because, in their room they have
been replaced by sweet hope!
Now you know all about me.
Will you tell me who you are?
Will you say? Please do tell!

Mimì
(She is a little hesitant, then decides
to speak; sitting throughout)

Yes, they always called Mimi,
but my real name is Lucia.
This story of mine is brief:
To linen and silk I embroider,
at my home or away...
I have a quiet, but happy life,
and my pastime
is making lilies and roses.
I delight in these pleasures.
These things have such sweet charm,
they speak of love, of Spring,
of dreams and visions and
the things that have poetic names.
Are you understanding me?

Rodolfo
Yes.

Mimì
They always call me Mimi,
I know not why!
All alone
I make myself dinner.
I don't attend mass often,
but I pray to the Lord frequently.
I live by myself, all alone,
in my little white room.
I look upon the roofs and the sky.
But when the thaw comes,
the first warmth of the sun is mine,
the first kiss of April is mine!
In a vase a Rosebud blooms,
I watch as petal by petal unfolds,
with its delicate fragrance of a flower!
But the flowers that I sew,
alas, have no fragrance.
There's nothing more
I can tell you about myself.
I am your neighbour, who knocks
at your door so late disturbing
you at inopportune moment.

Marcello
(Continuing his speech)
Mademoiselle Mimì, pray tell
us what rare gift has your
Rodolfo given you?

Mimì
(taking the bonnet out of
its package to show everyone)

A pink bonnet, trimmed
with lace, and prettily embroidered.
With my dark hair it will suit me nicely!
I've been wanting a
bonnet like this for a long time,
and he read what my heart desired.
Someone who can read into
the secrets of one's heart knows
the treasures of love, and is very clever.

Schaunard
An expert in the matter...

Colline
(Continuing the idea of Schaunard)

... he already has some diplomas,
and his rhymes
are not the first attempts...

Schaunard -- (interrupting)
....so much so that what
he expresses convinces...

Marcello -- (watching Mimì)
Oh, the sweet years of illusions and utopias,
of hope, faith and trust in love and beauty.

Rodolfo
The most divine poetry, my friend,
are those which speak to us of love!

Mimì
For love is even sweeter than honey!

Marcello -- (annoyed)
To some it can taste far
more bitter than honey!...

Mimì -- (surprised: to Rodolfo)
Oh, heavens! Have I offended his feelings!

Rodolfo
He's grieving, my Mimì.

Schaunard and Colline
(in order to change the discussion)
Let's be cheerful and make a toast!

Marcello -- (to the waiter)
Here! bring something to drink.

Mimì, Rodolfo and Marcello
(Standing)
Away with worries and sorrows,
raise your glasses!
Let's Drink!

All
Let's Drink!

Marcello
(interrupting, because he has seen
Musetta not far away)

I'd should really drink poison!

(Falling back on the chair)

Musetta
(speaking aloud whilst watching Marcello)

You don't look at me!

Alcindoro
(Believing that Musetta's words were
for him, he tries to please her and
answers to them seriously)

You see how well I order!...

Schaunard
What a stupendous travesty!

Colline
Stupendous!

Rodolfo -- (to Mimì)
Know this now, for your future
knowledge that I would never find
it in me to forgive constantly.

Schaunard
She deliberately speaks to one
so the other one will hear.

Mimì -- (to Rodolfo)
Ah! but I love you very much
and will be yours forever!
Why do you speak to me about forgiveness?

Colline -- (to Schaunard)
And the other vain and cruel...
feigns understanding,
but suggests you're mine!.

Musetta -- (to Marcello)
But your heart thumps!

Alcindoro
Talk softly!

Musetta
(Still for the attention of Marcello)

When I stroll out alone
along the street.
The people stop and gaze at me,
to seek out my beauty from
from head to toe...

Marcello
(To his friends, in a suppressed voice)

Tie me to the chair!

Alcindoro -- (on tenterhooks)
What will those people say?

Musetta
...and then I taste the sly desire
that gleams from admiring eyes.
They can see all my beauty which lies
concealed in my heart, perceived
from my outward charms.

(rising)
So, this scent of ardent desire
surrounds me and fills me with pleasure!...

Alcindoro
He approaches Musetta, trying
to keep her quiet)

That scurrilous song
sickens me!
It makes me bilious!

Musetta
...and you who know, who remember
and fret, you flee from me like this?
I know very well you will
not speak of your anguish....
and yet I sense you feel ready to die!

Mimì
(To Rodolfo, her phrases punctuating
those of Musetta as accompaniment)

I see very well that this poor
girl is so much in love,
passionately in love with Marcello,
she's passionately in love!

(Schaunard and Colline raise and leave
the table. They stand to one side,
observing the scene with curiosity.
Rodolfo and Mimì remain seated alone,
talking with tenderness. Marcello, who
becomes more nervous has left his place.
He tries to leave altogether, but is not
able to resist the voice of Musetta)

Alcindoro -- (to Musetta)
What will those people say!

Rodolfo -- (to Mimì)
Marcello really loves her...

Schaunard
Ah! Marcello will surrender!

Rodolfo -- (to Mimì)
...The minx abandoned him...
to enjoy the good life.

(Alcindoro uselessly tries to persuade
Musetta to resume her place at the table,
where the supper is now ready)

Schaunard
Deception is a sweet tie...

Colline
Good Heavens, such bother...?

Schaunard
... to the one who offers it.

Colline
...but Colline will never succumb!

Musetta
Ah! Marcello is craving...

Alcindoro
Speak softly!
Quiet, quiet!

Musetta
...Marcello is gained!
I know full well you
won't admit your anguish!

Alcindoro
Manners, curtesy!
Quiet, quiet!

Musetta -- (to Alcindoro)
I want to please myself,
I'll do whatever I like!
Don't be a bore!
Don't be a bore!

Mimì
I feel unhappy for her,
poor thing!

Colline
I'm not blind, I can see she's pretty,
but it would give me more pleasure
to have a pipe and a Greek text...
They would give me more pleasure!

Mimì -- (squeezing up to Rodolfo)
I love you!
I feel unhappy for her, poor thing!
A selfish love is a sad love!
I feel unhappy for her, poor thing!

Rodolfo
(encircling Mimì's waist)
Mimì!
It's a fragile love that
cannot avenge sufferings!
A smothered love is never revived!

Schaunard
Those brave at the moment will yield!
What a stupendous travesty!
Marcello will yield!

(to Colline)
If a person like that
were to attract you in a dalliance
you'd send all your rule of conduct
to the Devil!

Musetta -- (to herself)
Now I must free myself of the old fossil!

(She tries new tactics by pretending
to have a awful pain in her foot)

Ouch!

Alcindoro
What's wrong?

Musetta
What an awful pain! What stinging!

Alcindoro
Where?
(He bends down to loosen
Musetta's shoe)

Musetta
(showing her foot in flirtatious way)
In my foot!
Untie it! Unlace it! Break it, rip it!
Please I implore you!
There's a cobbler down the street.
Quickly, run, fetch me another pair!

Alcindoro
Imprudence!

Musetta
Ouch! What a fit,
confound this tight shoe!

Alcindoro
What are people going to say?

Marcello
(extremely affected, advances)
Youthful desire,
you are not yet dead,
the memory of you haunts me still!

Schaunard and Colline, then Rodolfo
What a stupendous travesty!

Marcello
If you were to come knocking on my door
my heart would run to open it!

Musetta
(taking off her shoe and placing
it on the table)

Now I'll take it off!

Alcindoro
(trying to detain Musetta)
But my position...

Musetta
There it is!

Mimì
I can see very well that she's
passionately in love with Marcello!

Alcindoro
... Do you wish me to compromise it?
Wait! Musetta! I'll go!

(He promptly hides Musetta's
shoe in his waistcoat then
buttons up his coat)

Musetta -- (impatiently)
Run, go on, run along!
Hurry, go, go!

(Alcindoro goes off down the street hastily)

(Musetta and Marcello
embrace with great passion)

Musetta
Marcello!

Marcello
Siren!

Schaunard
Now we have come to the final scene!
(a waiter approaches with the bill)

Rodolfo, Schaunard and Colline
(Together with Mimì they all jump up in surprise)

The bill?

Rodolfo
Oh, Mimì will you never return.
Oh, beautiful days, tiny hands,
the fragrance of your tresses...

Marcello
(putting the ribbon away
and examining his painting again)

I don't know why it is,
but my brush keeps
working and paints
colours against my will...

Rodolfo
...Your snow white neck!
Oh! Mimì, how brief my youth was!

Marcello
...Though I wish to paint
skies or landscapes or Winter or Spring,
it seems to trace two dark pupils and
a provocative mouth, which
becomes Musetta's face again...

Rodolfo
(He pulls Mimi's bonnet out
of the table drawer)

(to himself)
And you, soft bonnet,
that she left concealed under the pillow,
you know all our happiness.
Come to my heart!
My poor heart is dead,
since our love is dead.

Marcello
...And there's Musetta's face
with all its charms and betrayals.
Musetta in the meantime is enjoying life
and my cowardly heart calls for her
and waits, my cowardly heart...

Colline
(While Musetta and Marcello
were speaking, he had taken
off his overcoat)

(With deep feeling)

Faithful old garment, listen,
I'll rest down here,
you however, must climb
the sacred mount of piety.
My thanks you must receive.
Never has your poor worn back
bowed before the rich and powerful.
Deep in your calm cavernous pockets,
you have protected
philosophers and poets.
Now that our happy days
have fled, I must bid you farewell,
faithful friend of mine.
Farewell, farewell.

(Colline, makes up a bundle of
the overcoat, and tucks it under his
arm, but seeing Schaunard,
he approaches him, taps him on
the shoulder; saying sadly)

Schaunard, each in different ways...

(Schaunard raises his head)
we can add together two acts of mercy;
I... this!

(He demonstrates the overcoat
that's tucked under his arm)
And you...

(indicating Rodolfo with his head
bent over the sleeping Mimì)
...Leave them here alone together!...

Schaunard
(getting to his feet)
(moved)
Philosopher, that's wisdom!

(looking towards the bed)
I'm coming!

(He looks around, and in order to justify
his departure, he takes the bottle of
water and follows Colline down the
stairs, carefully closing the door)

Mimì
(Mimì opens her eyes, and seeing that
they have all left, stretches her
hand out towards Rodolfo, than
kisses him lovingly)

Have they gone? I pretended
to sleep because I wanted to be
left alone with you.
I have many things I want
to tell you, well only one,
but it's huge as the ocean,
as deep and infinite as the sea...

(She puts her arms around Rodolfo's neck)

You are my entire life, you are my love!

Rodolfo
Ah, Mimì,
my beautiful Mimì!

Mimì
(She let's herself fall into his arms)
Do you still find me beautiful?

Rodolfo
As lovely as the dawn.

Mimì
You are wrong in your comparison
You should say: lovely as the sunset.
"They always call me Mimi,
I know not why!... ".

Musetta
(approaches Mimì and hands her the muff)
It's me, Musetta.

Mimì
(Helped by Musetta, Mimì sits
up in bed, and with childish joy
she takes the muff)

Oh, how lovely and soft it is!
No longer will my hands be frozen.
The warmth will make them beautiful...

(to Rodolfo)
Was it you
who gave me this?

Musetta
(Quickly)
Yes.

Mimì
(Reaching her hand towards Rodolfo)

My carefree Rodolfo!
Thank you, but it must have cost a lot.

(Rodolfo bursts into tears)
You're crying? I'm fine...
Why are you crying like this?

(She puts her hands in
the muff and gracefully tilts
her head on the muff as
she goes drifts off to sleep)

I'm here... my love,... always with you!
My hands... in the warm... and... to sleep...

Silence............

Rodolfo
(Reassured in seeing that Mimì is
sleeping, he cautiously moves away
from her, and motions to the
others not to make a noise,
he approaches Marcello)

What did the doctor say?

Marcello
He'll come.

Musetta
(Unconsciously murmuring a prayer
as she warms the medicine bought
by Marcello, on the spirit stove)

(Rodolfo, Marcello and Schaunard
talk quietly amongst themselves;
every so often Rodolfo takes a step
towards the bed, watching Mimì,
then returns to his friends)

Blessed Madonna,
Please have mercy on
this poor little soul,
so she does not have to die...

(interrupting her prayer, to Marcello)
We need a shelter here to stop
the flame from flickering.

(Marcello puts a book upright
on the table to form a
windscreen for the lamp)

There.

(Returning to her prayer)
...and that she will recover.
Holy Virgin, I am
unworthy of forgiveness,
while instead Mimì is an
angel from heaven.

(while Musetta prays,
Rodolfo approaches her)

Rodolfo
I still have hope.
Do you think it's serious?

Musetta
It can't be.

Schaunard
(Walking on the tips of
his feet he goes to check
on Mimì. Making a gesture of pain,
he returns to Marcello)

(in a choked voice)
Marcello, Mimì is with the spirits, she has died...

(In the meantime Rodolfo has noticed
that the sun streaming through the
attic window is shining on Mimì's face.
He tries to find something for shade,
Musetta notices and indicates her cloak,
he jumps on a chair and studies which
way to hang it up over the window)

(Marcello approaches the bed to see
for himself, he moves away filled
with fear for his friend; meanwhile
Colline enters, and places some
money on the table next to Musetta)

Colline
Musetta, take this!

(Then seeing Rodolfo has not
succeeded in positioning the cloak he
runs to help, asking after Mimì)

How is she?...

Rodolfo
You can see!... she is peaceful.

(He turns towards Mimì, at the same
moment Musetta signs that the
medicine is ready, he gets down
from the chair. but in his hurry to get
to Musetta he notices the strange
behaviour of Marcello and Schaunard)

(With a voice choked by panic and emotion)

What does it mean
all this coming and going,
Why are you staring at me?...

Marcello
(Not holding back his feelings any
more, he runs to Rodolfo and embraces
him, crying out in a distressed voice)

Courage!

Rodolfo
(He dashes to Mimi's bedside,
scoops her up in his arms crying
out in extreme desperation)

(weeping)
Mimì... Mimì!..

(He throws himself on Mimì's lifeless body)

(Musetta, in her fright runs to Mimi's
bedside, letting out a distressing
cry. She falls to her knees,
weeping at Mimì's feet. At the
opposite end is Rodolfo.
Schaunard, worn-out and confused,
sits on a chair at the left of the scene.
Colline goes to the foot of the bed,
where he remains disturbed at the
swiftness of the tragedy.
Marcello, turning away from the
scene, sobs)

The End