Alas, a Coruncopia of Nothing!
One of the weirdest most unexpected things ever happened last night.
I got a job.
Turns out my mom wants a personal assitant. Someone to wake her up, tell her when she needs to do what, get her to actually do stuff, and just in general get her moving.
Now I'm going to get to do that for 25 bucks a week!
I'm thrilled. Though it's not like I need cash to spend on useless stuff, though, thinking about it -- I really do need a few new pairs of pants. Two pairs of jeans and a pair of cargo pants look fine for a while, but when that's all you wear...**blush**
And I may need to re-buy Everything to Everyone. I can't believe I lost that! I mean -- my new BNL CD -- how? I don't know, and it makes me want to cry.
On another note, saw Shrek 2 yesterday. It was cute, I loved it. It made me want to crack open all those fairytale books I used to read and make fun of them. Speaking of fairy tales, sort of, you know what I think would make a great movie? Has anyone ever read Castle in the Attic by Elizabeth Winthrop? It's a wonderful children's books, one of my favorites (I still like it to this day). To quote the Amazon.com summary:
William has just received the best present of his life. It's an old, real-looking stone and wooden model of a castle, with a drawbridge, moat, and a about the castle. And sure enough, when he picks up the tiny silver knight, it comes alive in his hand!
finger-high knight to guard the gates. It's the mysterious castle his housekeeper has told him about, and even though William is sad she's leaving, now the castle is his!
William can't wait to play with it--he's certain there's something magical
Sir Simon tells William a mighty story of wild sorcery, wizards, and magic. And suddenly William is off on a fantastic quest to another land and another time--where a fiery dragon and an evil wizard are waiting to do battle....
It's a wonderful story and it definitely has instant-kid-favorite portential if it were made into a movie (I'm shocked it hasn't been). There's also a sequel, The Battle for the Castle, which I honestly can't remember if I've read or not.
...Doing a little websearching, I'm finding that I want to read more of Winthrop's work. Hmm, maybe I'll have a use for my new money after all.
Anyway, back to Shrek 2 -- it was very good, and I'm glad everything didn't stay all perfect la-dee-da happy ending-like. That would've ruined everything if it did. But I really liked it, it was an excellent sequel, definitely on par with the original. (I don't know if I'd say it was better, but it was just as good, at least.) I liked Shrek in this one even more than I did in the original. (You've gotta love a guy who's willing to let go.) Fiona, too. And oh my god, Puss and Boots! He was awesome! I mean, really, a little too much like a real cat...and having about eighteen them in my house, I should know. And the fast food gag was the best.
Onto other not-so-happy stuff, I had a dream about Monica last night. She came and hang out with me, Christina and possibly Andy or Roni. We got along pretty much like old times. Then, and I don't remember why, Monica and (I think) Vivian start going on-and-on about how they have to kill this girl who'd been dissing Monica. I start freaking out about Monica's other friends and how they're pretty much like a gang and how she can't do this...privately, of course. And again, pretty much like old times. But apparently I go along with it because I'm out there, later, helping Monica sacrifice this dead girl --we're spilling her blood, and there's this red pentagram thing. I go to sit next to Christina and just kick back while Monica stays with the cut up corspe. Then I wake up.
After that, I just laid in bed for a while and thought about how I've really lost Monica. I mean, okay, I know I haven't...she's still here, but things will never be the same between us, and I want them to be. But we'd already grown apart before she started trying to off herself. When she moved, we stopped hanging out. She got closer to all her other friends and we hardly ever saw each other. I didn't even invite her to my birthday party, I figured she wouldn't want to go. Looking back on it, I should have tried harder. But I didn't. I sat back and didn't say anything while she made friends with Amber again, that bitch, and got closer to that creepy Mrs. Boehning chick. (I had such a bad feeling about her -- what kind of teacher lets kids call her Mom, for chrissakes?) I know I can't hold myself responsible for what she did. It's not my fault she tried to commit suicide, even if she (apparently) took to heart what I said about Zoloft. But I am to blame for us growing apart the past two years.
And I know we can't go back. Truth is, I don't know what to do. I just know that things between us are totally different, and I want to be with her and help her, but I don't know how. I'd love to stay in touch with Christy -- I want to know how she's doing -- so I think I'll ask Roni for her number, or call her, or something. I know that I love her so much, more than I thought I did. I don't want to just sit back and watch her destroy herself...and it's killing me, because I can't be there to stop her if she does. It kills me that she hates herself so much.
I don't want to make this sound like some big huge heroic stupid thing like I always do, but I don't want her to die. I can't let that happen. I want her to know that she's loved, that I love her, that I want her to stay. I don't want to cut her out of my life, I want her back in it.
And, gosh, that means I might have to buck up and do something. Who'da thunkit?
Anyways -- that depressing interlude aside, I'm really doing good. Aunt Pam, Mom, Ashley and I are going to go see PoA on Saturday! I'm so excited! I really really really want to see it.
Now I think I'm going to wrap this up, check my email, and write that fluffy Marco/Ax-Tobias-POV plot bunny I got last night.
I got a job.
Turns out my mom wants a personal assitant. Someone to wake her up, tell her when she needs to do what, get her to actually do stuff, and just in general get her moving.
Now I'm going to get to do that for 25 bucks a week!
I'm thrilled. Though it's not like I need cash to spend on useless stuff, though, thinking about it -- I really do need a few new pairs of pants. Two pairs of jeans and a pair of cargo pants look fine for a while, but when that's all you wear...**blush**
And I may need to re-buy Everything to Everyone. I can't believe I lost that! I mean -- my new BNL CD -- how? I don't know, and it makes me want to cry.
On another note, saw Shrek 2 yesterday. It was cute, I loved it. It made me want to crack open all those fairytale books I used to read and make fun of them. Speaking of fairy tales, sort of, you know what I think would make a great movie? Has anyone ever read Castle in the Attic by Elizabeth Winthrop? It's a wonderful children's books, one of my favorites (I still like it to this day). To quote the Amazon.com summary:
William has just received the best present of his life. It's an old, real-looking stone and wooden model of a castle, with a drawbridge, moat, and a about the castle. And sure enough, when he picks up the tiny silver knight, it comes alive in his hand!
finger-high knight to guard the gates. It's the mysterious castle his housekeeper has told him about, and even though William is sad she's leaving, now the castle is his!
William can't wait to play with it--he's certain there's something magical
Sir Simon tells William a mighty story of wild sorcery, wizards, and magic. And suddenly William is off on a fantastic quest to another land and another time--where a fiery dragon and an evil wizard are waiting to do battle....
It's a wonderful story and it definitely has instant-kid-favorite portential if it were made into a movie (I'm shocked it hasn't been). There's also a sequel, The Battle for the Castle, which I honestly can't remember if I've read or not.
...Doing a little websearching, I'm finding that I want to read more of Winthrop's work. Hmm, maybe I'll have a use for my new money after all.
Anyway, back to Shrek 2 -- it was very good, and I'm glad everything didn't stay all perfect la-dee-da happy ending-like. That would've ruined everything if it did. But I really liked it, it was an excellent sequel, definitely on par with the original. (I don't know if I'd say it was better, but it was just as good, at least.) I liked Shrek in this one even more than I did in the original. (You've gotta love a guy who's willing to let go.) Fiona, too. And oh my god, Puss and Boots! He was awesome! I mean, really, a little too much like a real cat...and having about eighteen them in my house, I should know. And the fast food gag was the best.
Onto other not-so-happy stuff, I had a dream about Monica last night. She came and hang out with me, Christina and possibly Andy or Roni. We got along pretty much like old times. Then, and I don't remember why, Monica and (I think) Vivian start going on-and-on about how they have to kill this girl who'd been dissing Monica. I start freaking out about Monica's other friends and how they're pretty much like a gang and how she can't do this...privately, of course. And again, pretty much like old times. But apparently I go along with it because I'm out there, later, helping Monica sacrifice this dead girl --we're spilling her blood, and there's this red pentagram thing. I go to sit next to Christina and just kick back while Monica stays with the cut up corspe. Then I wake up.
After that, I just laid in bed for a while and thought about how I've really lost Monica. I mean, okay, I know I haven't...she's still here, but things will never be the same between us, and I want them to be. But we'd already grown apart before she started trying to off herself. When she moved, we stopped hanging out. She got closer to all her other friends and we hardly ever saw each other. I didn't even invite her to my birthday party, I figured she wouldn't want to go. Looking back on it, I should have tried harder. But I didn't. I sat back and didn't say anything while she made friends with Amber again, that bitch, and got closer to that creepy Mrs. Boehning chick. (I had such a bad feeling about her -- what kind of teacher lets kids call her Mom, for chrissakes?) I know I can't hold myself responsible for what she did. It's not my fault she tried to commit suicide, even if she (apparently) took to heart what I said about Zoloft. But I am to blame for us growing apart the past two years.
And I know we can't go back. Truth is, I don't know what to do. I just know that things between us are totally different, and I want to be with her and help her, but I don't know how. I'd love to stay in touch with Christy -- I want to know how she's doing -- so I think I'll ask Roni for her number, or call her, or something. I know that I love her so much, more than I thought I did. I don't want to just sit back and watch her destroy herself...and it's killing me, because I can't be there to stop her if she does. It kills me that she hates herself so much.
I don't want to make this sound like some big huge heroic stupid thing like I always do, but I don't want her to die. I can't let that happen. I want her to know that she's loved, that I love her, that I want her to stay. I don't want to cut her out of my life, I want her back in it.
And, gosh, that means I might have to buck up and do something. Who'da thunkit?
Anyways -- that depressing interlude aside, I'm really doing good. Aunt Pam, Mom, Ashley and I are going to go see PoA on Saturday! I'm so excited! I really really really want to see it.
Now I think I'm going to wrap this up, check my email, and write that fluffy Marco/Ax-Tobias-POV plot bunny I got last night.