Saturday, December 27, 2003
Down here, this is our time
I went to see Return of the King last night with Stephen and my parents. It was even better, and possibly much better the second time around. The stories made more sense, as did the omissions (even though I didn't make it all the way through the book in between). We saw it on the Biggest Screen in Texas, which is really saying something. I had forgotten how much the head orc in the battle for Minas Tirith looks like that guy in Goonies (which Sean Astin was also in). Chuuuuuunnnnkkkkk!!!!
I spend most of yesterday afternoon going though old boxes in my parents garage. I found things I haven't seen since high school -- like my old yearbooks, and my cheerleading uniform. I also found journals from junior high that contain the words "radical" and "rad" in the same entry, as well as a paper from high school that starts "Like microwave dinnners, plastic surgery started out as a good thing." I hope my writing has improved some since then, but I'm not sure.
I also realized that I have a problem with greeting cards. I think I have every birthday, Christmas, and Valentine's Day card ever given to me. I didn't throw any of those away yesterday, although I did toss a pink nightgown that said " Party Animal '89" on the front in puffy paint. I probably won't miss that.
I found a journal from the 6th grade that, as far as I can tell, only talks about boys. There are a couple of different pages with the names of every boy in the class written down, and then their ranking on a scale of 1 to 10 by every girl in class, with the totals noted neatly on the side (most people rated Ben W. the highest). It made me think that I'm a big jerk.
There were also literally hundreds of notes from high school, most of them from Jessica, which is pretty hilarious, since we still do pretty much the same thing. I think e-mail is just like passing notes at work. I found notes from a couple of different girls talking about their crushes on Nik Foley. I had forgotten that about Mission Bay -- everybody had a crush on Nik Foley. (I had also forgotten that I referred to everyone by their first and last name). Interesting.
I spend most of yesterday afternoon going though old boxes in my parents garage. I found things I haven't seen since high school -- like my old yearbooks, and my cheerleading uniform. I also found journals from junior high that contain the words "radical" and "rad" in the same entry, as well as a paper from high school that starts "Like microwave dinnners, plastic surgery started out as a good thing." I hope my writing has improved some since then, but I'm not sure.
I also realized that I have a problem with greeting cards. I think I have every birthday, Christmas, and Valentine's Day card ever given to me. I didn't throw any of those away yesterday, although I did toss a pink nightgown that said " Party Animal '89" on the front in puffy paint. I probably won't miss that.
I found a journal from the 6th grade that, as far as I can tell, only talks about boys. There are a couple of different pages with the names of every boy in the class written down, and then their ranking on a scale of 1 to 10 by every girl in class, with the totals noted neatly on the side (most people rated Ben W. the highest). It made me think that I'm a big jerk.
There were also literally hundreds of notes from high school, most of them from Jessica, which is pretty hilarious, since we still do pretty much the same thing. I think e-mail is just like passing notes at work. I found notes from a couple of different girls talking about their crushes on Nik Foley. I had forgotten that about Mission Bay -- everybody had a crush on Nik Foley. (I had also forgotten that I referred to everyone by their first and last name). Interesting.
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