(no subject)
Ever since I took Development and Pre-Production with Jeff Smith, I've carried around one of those old school composition notebooks to record stuff in; dreams, ideas, thoughts, quotes, etc. I've really started using it a lot over the course of the summer, probably because all of my excessive free time.
Anyway, the other night I was restless and stuck at my parents' house, so I ended up rummaging through their bookshelves to look for baby pictures or something. I found my baby book, which I've never really bothered to care about before. It had some pretty cool stuff in it; a lot of sentiment, obviously. Lots of old pictures, certificates, and other random stuff. Overall.. very cool.
I went back in there today to look for more and ended up finding a few more albums. My sister's baby book, my parents' wedding album, and some other random stuff. What really surprised me though was this notebook I found. It was my mom's, and it was a composition notebook - just like the one I use.
Mine's on the right, hers is on the left.
The whole thing is filled with poems, both ones she wrote and ones she either clipped out or wrote down from other poets, along with some quotes. Oddly enough, a lot of the poems are about pining after a guy, either a crush or an ex, or just anything like that. It's bizarre, because my mom just talked to me the other day about what's been going on with me this summer and how depressed I've been (which I finally admitted to her), and she was like, "I know what it's like to have feelings for someone who doesn't feel the same."
The whole thing weirds me out. It's a lot different when you see your parents as regular people.
Anyway, the other night I was restless and stuck at my parents' house, so I ended up rummaging through their bookshelves to look for baby pictures or something. I found my baby book, which I've never really bothered to care about before. It had some pretty cool stuff in it; a lot of sentiment, obviously. Lots of old pictures, certificates, and other random stuff. Overall.. very cool.
I went back in there today to look for more and ended up finding a few more albums. My sister's baby book, my parents' wedding album, and some other random stuff. What really surprised me though was this notebook I found. It was my mom's, and it was a composition notebook - just like the one I use.
Mine's on the right, hers is on the left.
The whole thing is filled with poems, both ones she wrote and ones she either clipped out or wrote down from other poets, along with some quotes. Oddly enough, a lot of the poems are about pining after a guy, either a crush or an ex, or just anything like that. It's bizarre, because my mom just talked to me the other day about what's been going on with me this summer and how depressed I've been (which I finally admitted to her), and she was like, "I know what it's like to have feelings for someone who doesn't feel the same."
The whole thing weirds me out. It's a lot different when you see your parents as regular people.