entry 2: lazy day

i came over to Gabriels. eeeh, it was a little unprompted,i kind of abused his spare house key (used for EMERGENCIES) but after about three years, his moms utterly unphased to my many random entrances lol. sweet lady she is,still offering food or goes out of her way to make treats for the intruder. well,another son in her eyes. she made chocolate chip cookies today,my favorite :) she says she likes me around for this exact reason hahah, since she hardly has the chance to bake 'cause Gabs has the opposite of a sweet tooth. i remember getting him plain bread for his 15th birthday and it being suuuuper anti-climactic. this guy...

after having a couple delightful bites and thanking her,promising a taste tester for her next baking ventures, i made my way to Gabriel's bedroom. the house wasnt like, millionaire big, but it was big enough to give my legs its hike.

when i walked up to the second floor, i started to sway my head along to a distant waltz,notes dancing a cabeceo with the spirit of 1945. there was only one guy i know that can revive the classics with his musical hands, so i immediately knew it was him. posture hunchbacked and spine breaking but plays like a God. i sat next to him for a while as i watched a private concert for the pianists own ears,before he started playing songs that i could sing along to. Frank Sinatra, NKC... but we had so much fun with Billy Joel's Piano Man. i practically belted that chorus, but of course, his piano was louder, much sweeter.cant overthrow a king in his domain!

he had been working on learning an undertale song for me (hopes and dreams. still one of the best soundtracks out there) but he wont show me until hes perfected it.what a perfectionist. kiddingkidding

we then lazed around in his bedroom,even though he insisted that we play chess.i hateeeee playing chess with him!!!! it would just give him another ego boost.that might be my skill issue though, its not entirely his fault, oh but he knows that hes good llllol. so, we ended up watching my favorite movies together and he taught me a few things about shots... the dutch angle, some camera movements (dolly-ing?)... quite the hardcore cinephile,you can ask him for movie reccs, but looks like hes been doing his own research.

i told him that he should be a director or something and that he could compose music for his films. he told me hes already dead set on becoming a priest,nothing can shake his faith hahah. 

movies, movies, movies... a reflection of ourselves. all your likes and dislikes in a movie comes back to your interpertation of it. so when they say, your life is a movie, they arent entirely wrong.how would you interpret your situation?