Do you think pharmaceutical majors have to take a class on how to read doctor's handwriting?
I'm not kidding. I'd really like to know that.
Anyway, if anyone knows, please tell me.
This might be my shortest blog entry ever.
I've got to go to the Driving Centre thing.
So, I'll talk to you later, people.
Seriously, pharmaceutical majors, I want an answer.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
When I go to get my shoes shined, I gotta take their word.
I've made a decision. I decided to ... hold your breath ... get fit.
I mean, I'm not unhealthy now, but there's nothing wrong with being healthier. It took me a long time to come to this conclusion. I wanted to make sure I was doing it for the right reasons.
So, here goes. My goal is to lose about 10 pounds. I'm not going to weigh myself everyday. Hell, I'm not even going to weigh myself at all. I know my weight roughly and maybe in a month, I'll check, but that's about it. I just want to feel better, and what reason is better than that?
Would you like to know my action plan? Of course not. I promise it's nothing like stick a tube up my ass and only eat cabbage for six months. (I mean, that's silly. Cabbage is disgusting. Yucky yucky yuckster.)
My plan is to just take my vitamins (which I already do), drink juice and water instead of pop (which I pretty much already do), and cut back on evil food (them being the foods with the maniacal laughter and hooks for limbs).
Okay, I make a promise now. I will not turn into Bridget Jones. None of that calling-people-fuckwits business. Mostly because I don't actually think that's a word. Just two words pushed together into a snazzy little compound.
What I do promise, though, is that I'll keep track of how many days. I have been doing this for a few days now, maybe even a week, but for official purposes, I will declare today Day 1.
To even make it formal, I will make it bold, massive, and in capitals.
There, now it's official. No going back once you've used your big words.
Oh, and one last thing before I disappear into the fog of humidity: There's a new addition to the blogosphere named Atomic Pineapple who rates, reviews, and rants. Damn, I love my alliteration. He's a video game fan and he'll pretty much play anything once. So, check him out. Even if you don't know much about video games, you might like it. And you never know -- if you recommend something yourself, Atomic might just write about it.
Talk to you later. Me so tired. Me went to my universidad hoy. Me going to sleep now.
I mean, I'm not unhealthy now, but there's nothing wrong with being healthier. It took me a long time to come to this conclusion. I wanted to make sure I was doing it for the right reasons.
So, here goes. My goal is to lose about 10 pounds. I'm not going to weigh myself everyday. Hell, I'm not even going to weigh myself at all. I know my weight roughly and maybe in a month, I'll check, but that's about it. I just want to feel better, and what reason is better than that?
Would you like to know my action plan? Of course not. I promise it's nothing like stick a tube up my ass and only eat cabbage for six months. (I mean, that's silly. Cabbage is disgusting. Yucky yucky yuckster.)
My plan is to just take my vitamins (which I already do), drink juice and water instead of pop (which I pretty much already do), and cut back on evil food (them being the foods with the maniacal laughter and hooks for limbs).
Okay, I make a promise now. I will not turn into Bridget Jones. None of that calling-people-fuckwits business. Mostly because I don't actually think that's a word. Just two words pushed together into a snazzy little compound.
What I do promise, though, is that I'll keep track of how many days. I have been doing this for a few days now, maybe even a week, but for official purposes, I will declare today Day 1.
To even make it formal, I will make it bold, massive, and in capitals.
DAY 1!
There, now it's official. No going back once you've used your big words.
Oh, and one last thing before I disappear into the fog of humidity: There's a new addition to the blogosphere named Atomic Pineapple who rates, reviews, and rants. Damn, I love my alliteration. He's a video game fan and he'll pretty much play anything once. So, check him out. Even if you don't know much about video games, you might like it. And you never know -- if you recommend something yourself, Atomic might just write about it.
Talk to you later. Me so tired. Me went to my universidad hoy. Me going to sleep now.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Hey girl, what's your name? Shh! I'm watchin' the movie.
And now I'm back. From outer space. (Okay ... Not really. Just a nice little summer hiatus avant le commencement de l'universitare.)
So ... let me tell you about my Saturday... now that it's Tuesday and my memory has faded sufficiently. Okay, so I was doing a little bit of a walk with my boyfriend and I was yammering on about India.
I'm reading Life of Pi by Yann Martell -- and if you haven't read it, read it; it's a little bit longer than a paperback should be, but it's worth it. Just commit to reading five, ten, fifteen pages a day and you'll be done in a few weeks.
Anyway, so yes, yammering to my boyfriend and we're in a parking lot and we walk past this car and this guy's got a little plastic and steel extension thing in his car. I was staring... yes, I know it's rude, but I'm sure that Rosa Parks was considered rude in her fight for civil rights. So, staring is a-okay in my books. So, I did. My boyfriend lured me over away from his vehicle with shiny objects before the guy could see me. I thought about what I'd just saw and I pondered it some more and I finally came to this conclusion:
"Oh my God! He's ... he's ... he's making a bomb! Run!"
My boyfriend was already fairly certain that I was wrong (but I sensed he sped up a tiny bit, nonetheless). He finally informed me that I was paranoid. I told him, "Nuh-uh! I'm cautious!" He asked me what the first thing I thought was when I see a tandem bicycle. I said, "Love... Companionship ..." He interrupted with, "Tandem bombcycle." Apparently, according to boyfriend dearest, I would not think teamwork, I would think double the force fueling this monstrosity.
Anyway, we kept walking until we came to THE BEST PUBLIC RESTROOM EVER! It's not like it's got snazzy technology or anything like that. It's pretty plain-looking, too, with yellow-grey walls. I didn't know yellow-grey was a colour, but apparently, it is. Pastel yellow-grey. So why was it the best? Because ... it ... smelled. Amazingly. Undescribable almost. Like, fresh fruit fields... and flowers... and yummy new candy shops with little toy trains going around a little track on the ceiling everytime you press a little button. (I went to the Cadbury Shoppe a lot when I was little.)
Ooh, in other news ...
Halloween. It's coming up a few months. So ... I have both decided what I want to be and got the costume. That's right. No last-minute costuming for me! I'm on top of my game. I cannot tell you, of course, because I must reign supreme, but what I should tell you is that I got a sweater for $2.00 and a big cardigan for $8.00. I got a pair of patterned knee-high socks for $0.75. So, overally, my costume cost $10.75. I spent $30.00 a few years ago on a costume and then spent another $10 trying to get it right with all the little accessories. So, I've come to the conclusion that DIY is SMB (that being So Much Better).
When we'd finished walking, we'd ended up at the theatre. So, we went and saw Julie & Julia, which was really good. I like Hell's Kitchen and Iron Chef and Kitchen Nightmares, though, so I'm sort of a Food Network fan, which made this movie perfect for me. Imitating Julia Child was fun, too. But since I pretty much drink only water and orange juice and eat only chicken and pasta, none of the little food tips really helped me. So, au revoir `a cette anecdote! (Well, that sucks that there's no accents for blogging.)
Et bonjour, les films prochains!
Since I'm saving up for a vacation next summer to Newfoundland, Canada, that film might be the last one for me for a few months, despite the high number of films coming out that I want to see. I'll have to wait for them to come out on DVD and Blu-Ray. However, I will get to see a couple, as I am an entertainment critic for a non-profit magazine and I have to see a couple to write about... but that's a couple months from now.
So, until then, it's Youtube for me. (Oh, how do I love thee, Youtube? Let me count the ways!)
Okay, the ones I have seen... I'll write a little something about. The ones I haven't -- well, I'll, um ... AHA! I KNOW! I'll write why I want to see them!
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: I was just getting into it ... and then, cue credits. They should have just scrawled 'To Be Continued' across the bottom of the screen because there sure wasn't a conclusion.
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen: It's the same story as the first ... only with less plot and more bang-bang. Which was okay for me, because I wasn't going to see Transformers for the witty dialogue or thought-provoking storyline.
Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs: I saw it in 3-D, which renders my opinion useless and biased as Bush.
Terminator Salvation: I'd never watched the others and I enjoyed it. Except for John Connor because Christian Bale is a deep-voiced pain-in-the-ass. I mean, Batman was the worst part of The Dark Knight.
Funny People: The irony for this movie is that the comedians are not funny people. They're not happy. Whether they're rich, like Adam Sandler's character George Simmons, or barely making it, like Ira Wright played by Seth Rogen, they're all kind of dealing with the crap of life. But when life gives you crap, well ... you flush it. And then drink some lemonade.
The Ugly Truth: The battle of the sexes is sassy and full of dick jokes. Yes, I enjoyed this film, but not at first. I was a little disappointed for the first 10 to 20 minutes. But then it got going and it sped through the plot, joke after joke, and with that little bit of lustiness and romance mixed in. Not bad for a Heigl-Butler film. Especially considering Butler played a dead guy in his last rom-com.
The Final Destination: 3D. 'Nough said. (Aug. 28, 2009)
9: Mmmm... Tim Burton-y. (Sept. 9, 2009)
Fame 2009: She really is gonna live forever. (Sept. 25, 2009)
Invention of Lying: Jennifer Garner's my homegirl. Except Alias. Never was too fond of that. But I fully supported Elektra, despite its fairly far fall. (Sept. 25, 2009)
An Education: I don't know much about this film, but it's set in the sixties and the actors are nameless, which is sometimes better, because when you're nameless, you have to act instead of hoping your name will get you to the box office. So, yes, looking forward to this film. (Oct. 9, 2005)
Couples Retreat: Not only does it have an all-star cast, but the plot is pretty awesome. Is it just me or does Kristen Bell always end up in exotic locations in her movies? I mean, Hawaii for Forgetting Sarah Marshall? And now, Tahiti for Couples Retreat? Jeez. Lucky girl. (Oct 9, 2009)
Whip It: I hate pageant mothers. So I hope to watch this film. And support Juno's efforts to lose her baby weight. (Oct 9, 2009)
Zombieland: We all love zombies. And that dude from Adventureland is awesome. Namelessly awesome. (Oct 9, 2007)
Law Abiding Citizen: Kick ass! 300-style! Mess their shitake mushrooms up! ... I'm sorry, it just looks really good. Please note. Gerard Butler is going to mess with Jamie Foxx's mind. If you're a fan of Ray, don't come to this film. (Oct. 16, 2009)
Saw 6: I saw 5 of 'em. You can't really stop at 5. (Oct. 23, 2009)
The Box: This looks creepy as the Manson family and it comes out the day before Halloween, so ... (Oct. 30, 2009)
A Christmas Carol: Please refer to 'The Final Destination' for decent reasoning. (Nov. 6, 2009)
2012: Post-apocalyptic delight. And Lloyd Dobler -- I mean, John Cusack. (Nov. 13, 2009)
Planet 51: I love me some animation. Disney and Pixar have robbed me blind over the years. Planet 51 is another such burglary. (Nov. 20, 2009)
Old Dogs: John Travolta and Robin Williams are practically ancient, but I will always love them. John will always be dancing in Grease for me and Robin Williams will always be progeria-stricken Jack eating worms with Bill Cosby in a treehouse. Yes, I am living in the past. But at least I'm happy. (Nov. 25, 2009)
Brothers: Is Jake Gyllenhaal really gay? Or is that just homophobic rumours from his Brokeback brilliance? Anyway, I want to see this film because Natalie Portman's awesome and so is Jake Gyllenhaal. (Dec. 4, 2009)
The Lovely Bones: This was one of those books that changed my life. I have to see the movie, end of story. (Dec. 11, 2009)
The Princess and the Frog: Damn you Disney. My little defenseless eye has snuck a peek at your Pandora's Box offerings. Have you no remorse? (Dec. 11, 2009)
Sherlock Holmes: Jude Law? Are you serious? Gimme another Watson! Jude Law is a stinky poohead. And I think my maturity level will force the little ticket people to refuse me a ticket. I doubt this movie will do well if it comes out on Christmas Day -- but that's just me, spitballing here. (Dec. 25, 2009)
It's Complicated: Julia Child will be doing her ex-husband. I mean, Meryl Streep. (Dec. 25, 2009)
Leaves of Grass: I love movies with professors. And twins. The Parent Trap. A Beautiful Mind. Excetera. Plus, the play on words is fantastic... and you'll know what I mean if you go see this film. (Dec. 25, 2009)
I Love You Phillip Morris: Is it just me or do films with homosexuality as a theme almost always win an Oscar? (Feb. 5, 2010)
Alice in Wonderland: Mmmmm. A Tim Burton two-course meal. (March 5, 2010)
Iron Man 2: Did you see the first one? How could you deny this sequel? (May 7, 2010)
Footloose 2010: If they fudge this one, I'll be pissed.
Toy Story 3: First two were damn dandy. Will Woody and Bo Peep ever get together? Ah, the sex! The intrigue! (June 18, 2010)
Newfoundland, here I come!
So ... let me tell you about my Saturday... now that it's Tuesday and my memory has faded sufficiently. Okay, so I was doing a little bit of a walk with my boyfriend and I was yammering on about India.
I'm reading Life of Pi by Yann Martell -- and if you haven't read it, read it; it's a little bit longer than a paperback should be, but it's worth it. Just commit to reading five, ten, fifteen pages a day and you'll be done in a few weeks.
Anyway, so yes, yammering to my boyfriend and we're in a parking lot and we walk past this car and this guy's got a little plastic and steel extension thing in his car. I was staring... yes, I know it's rude, but I'm sure that Rosa Parks was considered rude in her fight for civil rights. So, staring is a-okay in my books. So, I did. My boyfriend lured me over away from his vehicle with shiny objects before the guy could see me. I thought about what I'd just saw and I pondered it some more and I finally came to this conclusion:
"Oh my God! He's ... he's ... he's making a bomb! Run!"
My boyfriend was already fairly certain that I was wrong (but I sensed he sped up a tiny bit, nonetheless). He finally informed me that I was paranoid. I told him, "Nuh-uh! I'm cautious!" He asked me what the first thing I thought was when I see a tandem bicycle. I said, "Love... Companionship ..." He interrupted with, "Tandem bombcycle." Apparently, according to boyfriend dearest, I would not think teamwork, I would think double the force fueling this monstrosity.
Anyway, we kept walking until we came to THE BEST PUBLIC RESTROOM EVER! It's not like it's got snazzy technology or anything like that. It's pretty plain-looking, too, with yellow-grey walls. I didn't know yellow-grey was a colour, but apparently, it is. Pastel yellow-grey. So why was it the best? Because ... it ... smelled. Amazingly. Undescribable almost. Like, fresh fruit fields... and flowers... and yummy new candy shops with little toy trains going around a little track on the ceiling everytime you press a little button. (I went to the Cadbury Shoppe a lot when I was little.)
Ooh, in other news ...
Halloween. It's coming up a few months. So ... I have both decided what I want to be and got the costume. That's right. No last-minute costuming for me! I'm on top of my game. I cannot tell you, of course, because I must reign supreme, but what I should tell you is that I got a sweater for $2.00 and a big cardigan for $8.00. I got a pair of patterned knee-high socks for $0.75. So, overally, my costume cost $10.75. I spent $30.00 a few years ago on a costume and then spent another $10 trying to get it right with all the little accessories. So, I've come to the conclusion that DIY is SMB (that being So Much Better).
When we'd finished walking, we'd ended up at the theatre. So, we went and saw Julie & Julia, which was really good. I like Hell's Kitchen and Iron Chef and Kitchen Nightmares, though, so I'm sort of a Food Network fan, which made this movie perfect for me. Imitating Julia Child was fun, too. But since I pretty much drink only water and orange juice and eat only chicken and pasta, none of the little food tips really helped me. So, au revoir `a cette anecdote! (Well, that sucks that there's no accents for blogging.)
Et bonjour, les films prochains!
Since I'm saving up for a vacation next summer to Newfoundland, Canada, that film might be the last one for me for a few months, despite the high number of films coming out that I want to see. I'll have to wait for them to come out on DVD and Blu-Ray. However, I will get to see a couple, as I am an entertainment critic for a non-profit magazine and I have to see a couple to write about... but that's a couple months from now.
So, until then, it's Youtube for me. (Oh, how do I love thee, Youtube? Let me count the ways!)
Okay, the ones I have seen... I'll write a little something about. The ones I haven't -- well, I'll, um ... AHA! I KNOW! I'll write why I want to see them!
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: I was just getting into it ... and then, cue credits. They should have just scrawled 'To Be Continued' across the bottom of the screen because there sure wasn't a conclusion.
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen: It's the same story as the first ... only with less plot and more bang-bang. Which was okay for me, because I wasn't going to see Transformers for the witty dialogue or thought-provoking storyline.
Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs: I saw it in 3-D, which renders my opinion useless and biased as Bush.
Terminator Salvation: I'd never watched the others and I enjoyed it. Except for John Connor because Christian Bale is a deep-voiced pain-in-the-ass. I mean, Batman was the worst part of The Dark Knight.
Funny People: The irony for this movie is that the comedians are not funny people. They're not happy. Whether they're rich, like Adam Sandler's character George Simmons, or barely making it, like Ira Wright played by Seth Rogen, they're all kind of dealing with the crap of life. But when life gives you crap, well ... you flush it. And then drink some lemonade.
The Ugly Truth: The battle of the sexes is sassy and full of dick jokes. Yes, I enjoyed this film, but not at first. I was a little disappointed for the first 10 to 20 minutes. But then it got going and it sped through the plot, joke after joke, and with that little bit of lustiness and romance mixed in. Not bad for a Heigl-Butler film. Especially considering Butler played a dead guy in his last rom-com.
Okay, now for the ones I wanna see ...
(500) Days of Summer: Zooey Deschanel is pretty cool and Joseph Gordon-Levitt is the new adorkable Michael-Cera-type rom-com lead, I suspect, so I'd like to start with something where I like both of the love birds. (Aug. 7, 2009)
Paper Heart: I've been looking forward to this for ages. It's a half-fiction, half-truth documentary about love. See, Charlyne Yi and Michael Cera really are dating, but she pretends in the movie to not believe in love. So, they go all over America interviewing individuals on what they believe love is. So... yeah. I don't know much more, but she talks to bikers, and I bet they say they love the open road. (Aug. 7, 2009)
Post Grad: She's my Gilmore girl. I cannot deny her my viewership. 'Tis unethical beyond justification. (Aug. 21, 2009)
Inglourious Basterds: There's nothing like Quarantino. And Brad Pitt and Eli Roth and Mike Myers all in the same movie... That's sheer brilliance. And Samuel Jackson, of course. Because he's in everything. (Aug. 21, 2009)
The Final Destination: 3D. 'Nough said. (Aug. 28, 2009)
9: Mmmm... Tim Burton-y. (Sept. 9, 2009)
Fame 2009: She really is gonna live forever. (Sept. 25, 2009)
Invention of Lying: Jennifer Garner's my homegirl. Except Alias. Never was too fond of that. But I fully supported Elektra, despite its fairly far fall. (Sept. 25, 2009)
An Education: I don't know much about this film, but it's set in the sixties and the actors are nameless, which is sometimes better, because when you're nameless, you have to act instead of hoping your name will get you to the box office. So, yes, looking forward to this film. (Oct. 9, 2005)
Couples Retreat: Not only does it have an all-star cast, but the plot is pretty awesome. Is it just me or does Kristen Bell always end up in exotic locations in her movies? I mean, Hawaii for Forgetting Sarah Marshall? And now, Tahiti for Couples Retreat? Jeez. Lucky girl. (Oct 9, 2009)
Whip It: I hate pageant mothers. So I hope to watch this film. And support Juno's efforts to lose her baby weight. (Oct 9, 2009)
Zombieland: We all love zombies. And that dude from Adventureland is awesome. Namelessly awesome. (Oct 9, 2007)
Law Abiding Citizen: Kick ass! 300-style! Mess their shitake mushrooms up! ... I'm sorry, it just looks really good. Please note. Gerard Butler is going to mess with Jamie Foxx's mind. If you're a fan of Ray, don't come to this film. (Oct. 16, 2009)
Saw 6: I saw 5 of 'em. You can't really stop at 5. (Oct. 23, 2009)
The Box: This looks creepy as the Manson family and it comes out the day before Halloween, so ... (Oct. 30, 2009)
A Christmas Carol: Please refer to 'The Final Destination' for decent reasoning. (Nov. 6, 2009)
2012: Post-apocalyptic delight. And Lloyd Dobler -- I mean, John Cusack. (Nov. 13, 2009)
Planet 51: I love me some animation. Disney and Pixar have robbed me blind over the years. Planet 51 is another such burglary. (Nov. 20, 2009)
Old Dogs: John Travolta and Robin Williams are practically ancient, but I will always love them. John will always be dancing in Grease for me and Robin Williams will always be progeria-stricken Jack eating worms with Bill Cosby in a treehouse. Yes, I am living in the past. But at least I'm happy. (Nov. 25, 2009)
Brothers: Is Jake Gyllenhaal really gay? Or is that just homophobic rumours from his Brokeback brilliance? Anyway, I want to see this film because Natalie Portman's awesome and so is Jake Gyllenhaal. (Dec. 4, 2009)
The Lovely Bones: This was one of those books that changed my life. I have to see the movie, end of story. (Dec. 11, 2009)
The Princess and the Frog: Damn you Disney. My little defenseless eye has snuck a peek at your Pandora's Box offerings. Have you no remorse? (Dec. 11, 2009)
Sherlock Holmes: Jude Law? Are you serious? Gimme another Watson! Jude Law is a stinky poohead. And I think my maturity level will force the little ticket people to refuse me a ticket. I doubt this movie will do well if it comes out on Christmas Day -- but that's just me, spitballing here. (Dec. 25, 2009)
It's Complicated: Julia Child will be doing her ex-husband. I mean, Meryl Streep. (Dec. 25, 2009)
Leaves of Grass: I love movies with professors. And twins. The Parent Trap. A Beautiful Mind. Excetera. Plus, the play on words is fantastic... and you'll know what I mean if you go see this film. (Dec. 25, 2009)
I Love You Phillip Morris: Is it just me or do films with homosexuality as a theme almost always win an Oscar? (Feb. 5, 2010)
Alice in Wonderland: Mmmmm. A Tim Burton two-course meal. (March 5, 2010)
Iron Man 2: Did you see the first one? How could you deny this sequel? (May 7, 2010)
Footloose 2010: If they fudge this one, I'll be pissed.
Toy Story 3: First two were damn dandy. Will Woody and Bo Peep ever get together? Ah, the sex! The intrigue! (June 18, 2010)
Newfoundland, here I come!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I feel that life's big equation is less adding and more about subtracting.
You think you're okay until you realize you're not. A former classmate of mine died in a car crash one month before his high school graduation. The night prior to prom. How much could you possibly experience? He will never move a tassel from the left side of the cap to the right. He will never vote. He will never live that first terrible night away from home. He will always be seventeen.
There are so many individuals in this world that would have benefitted if someone like, say, Franco, Musselini, Columbus, or Hitler passed away at seventeen. Spaniards would be alive, Italians, the people of Espanola, the Jews... well, basically, the non-Aryans.
My classmate never discriminated or spoke a bad word against anyone. You don't realize how truly great someone is until it's far too late. A foggy night on the road might forever be the end. What canyou say about someone who dies at seventeen? Many will argue with me when I say that it wasn't his time. I know I'm no deity, before that argument is thrown back in my face, but who could say that seventeen is the appropriate expiration date? I mean, my aunt ... she was four when she died. Is four appropriate? Who decides the cut-off point?
Myra Hindley killed five children with her lover in the sixties. John Wayne Gacy raped and murdered 33 boys in the seventies, dressed as a "Pogo the Clown". Why the hell did they live?
Why does it take death or loss or some kind of tragedy to see clearly? Can chaos only end if it hits rock bottom? Does it have to be this terrible?
All questions I'll have to find my own answers to... or come to realize that there are none.
So, if you love someone, say so. If you want to do something, don't hesitate. Cut your hair. Skydive. Eat oysters. Don't think; just do. You never know when the brakes will stop working until it's too late to do a damn thing.
Anyway, I'm not going to dwell on this. Or try not to. As Steinbeck said, if you have to make the choice, "we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world".
And so, I feel I should mention that I'm graduating. Mini-round of applause for me. Sometimes, the littlest things make you happy; and I guess that's kind of beautiful, in a way, that it doesn't take too much. (Yes, that's right, I don't consider graduation a big deal, but I'm very Type A, so that should answer your questions there.)
So, I was just wondering, if anyone reads this, what are some of the little things that you find beautiful and heart-warming and just ... happy.
There are so many individuals in this world that would have benefitted if someone like, say, Franco, Musselini, Columbus, or Hitler passed away at seventeen. Spaniards would be alive, Italians, the people of Espanola, the Jews... well, basically, the non-Aryans.
My classmate never discriminated or spoke a bad word against anyone. You don't realize how truly great someone is until it's far too late. A foggy night on the road might forever be the end. What canyou say about someone who dies at seventeen? Many will argue with me when I say that it wasn't his time. I know I'm no deity, before that argument is thrown back in my face, but who could say that seventeen is the appropriate expiration date? I mean, my aunt ... she was four when she died. Is four appropriate? Who decides the cut-off point?
Myra Hindley killed five children with her lover in the sixties. John Wayne Gacy raped and murdered 33 boys in the seventies, dressed as a "Pogo the Clown". Why the hell did they live?
Why does it take death or loss or some kind of tragedy to see clearly? Can chaos only end if it hits rock bottom? Does it have to be this terrible?
All questions I'll have to find my own answers to... or come to realize that there are none.
So, if you love someone, say so. If you want to do something, don't hesitate. Cut your hair. Skydive. Eat oysters. Don't think; just do. You never know when the brakes will stop working until it's too late to do a damn thing.
Anyway, I'm not going to dwell on this. Or try not to. As Steinbeck said, if you have to make the choice, "we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world".
And so, I feel I should mention that I'm graduating. Mini-round of applause for me. Sometimes, the littlest things make you happy; and I guess that's kind of beautiful, in a way, that it doesn't take too much. (Yes, that's right, I don't consider graduation a big deal, but I'm very Type A, so that should answer your questions there.)
So, I was just wondering, if anyone reads this, what are some of the little things that you find beautiful and heart-warming and just ... happy.
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