me, my twin and cyclopse.

this is an adventure that happened almost a year ago but it still makes me laugh...

So, my big toenail fell off today. Popped right off in my language teacher’s sitting room. Like a crazy uncle’s old glass eye, just popped right out.
If you recall, I dropped a freezer door on it. So, sooner or later, I knew this would happen. But now, this bald, glass eye of a big toe just stares me in the face, no blinking, no turning, just staring, like a big glass Cyclopes. And I was nervous that my teacher would see it, and feel, how can I say, disgusted. So ever so quietly, ever so stealth-like, I covered this giant boat of a big toe nail with my foot as I peered deep into the black heart of Bengali gerunds, you know, verbal nouns. I’ll be honest, it was hard to concentrate on translating compulsive sentences when I knew my big toe had shed off a layer much the size of the ancient land mass eurasia. But quickly when she walked out of the room, I grabbed the toe shell, and hid it in my language bag, safe and sound, until a welcoming gaping trash receptacle would grace my path. Of course I had to save it to show sarah and Kristin. Ahem, they were impressed.
So, now me and Cyclopes are just sitting Indian style on my new chair as I type you my adventures of the day. The internet is, surprise surprise, down for the evening but trusty Word is always ready for me. and Cyclopes

Also, I decided on my walk home from language class, (it’s a dark and long walk home, well by home I mean to the metro…and its usually about 8pm by the time I leave protima didi’s house and probably a 15 minute walk) anyways, I’ve decided that if I had to choose a super hero power to have in India, most definitely it would be the invisible cape trick. You know, where you wear a cape or something, and Poof, no one can see you. Especially on long dark walks home when most young guys are out in full flair. And me being the stunning beauty that I am, I suppose men here have just not seen such a shining start as i. as I quote often to my roommates,
sometimes you just cannot dim a shining star.
Although tonight men seemed to be in rare form. Thankfully not a one took a grab for my booty, although I was ready with some visions of kickboxing skills if it happened. But it seemed like everyone around me stared as if my twin was coming out of the right side of my upper vertebrate. Please, sirs, you’ll have to excuse my twin, she doesn’t get out much.
So, just me and my twin and Cyclopes plodding along today, running errands. Making servant team schedules. Learning loads of new vocabulary at language class. Doing laundry. Misunderstanding people. And nodding in phony agreement anyways…
Just me, my twin and Cyclopes.
What a day.
What a day.

Oh and by the way, the rat under our dishes cabinet, still lives.
In fact he’s probably reeking havoc in our kitchen even as we speak.

...almost a year later, and two rats later we are cleansed (at least for now) of the filthy creatures...and i have a real toe again. ol cyclopse hasn't reared his head in many months, at least not until i drop another freezer door on my foot.
ha. peace.