Things you don't need to know
There are two American TV shows that have ever made me cry: "My So-Called Life" and "Gilmore Girls". The only time I cried during My So-Called Life was in the last episode; I was watching this show 8 years after the fact and still when it ended (and on a rather odd note, since it was supposed to get a new season) I felt this tremendous hole in me and it had me sitting in my room weeping and listening to David Gray's "Other Side" (I really don't know why, it's just a beautiful song and it's full of longing and regret so I guess it fit the mood). Now Gilmore Girls, this show has had me crying enough times that it requires two hands to count.
With Gilmore Girls I have cried tears of sadness and tears of joy, and have done so enough times to warrant checking my pants to make sure I've still got a penis. When Luke kissed Lorelai in the season finale I clapped. Well more accurately I clapped, cried joyous/relieved/appreciative tears and had the biggest smile on my face (even bigger than when I met Bruce Campbell). It's 5 in the morning and I'm fucking CLAPPING to express my appreciation to people that can't even hear me. That, my friends, is fucking storytelling at it's finest. At the time the feeling felt so pure and honest, like I had no other choice but to do that. It's only in retrospect that I look upon it with this faux-ashamed, nostalgic frame of mind, and that's really only because I don't think that feeling can ever be replicated. To a degree that's sad but the fact that I felt it at all is great.
So something I have failed to do (and am a terrible friend for) is to express to a satisfactory degree how much I appreciate my friends. Seeing such a variety of different people all come together just to celebrate the fact that I exist is about the most flattering thing that can ever transpire. My mom threw me a great party with very little time to pull it together and my peers were the best company a man can ask for. I think everyone deserves to feel appreciated and in the coming months when everyone is having birthdays I will do my damndest to make you all feel as loved as I did (and do).
Last but not least (and completely against the theme of this entry, which seems to be melancholy) everyone must see Napoleon Dynamite. It's one of the funniest movies I've ever seen and is so weirdly earnest and endearing. I sat there in a theater (which I got into for free, because Tom Church is awesome) and saw a high-schooler living my Junior High school experience. Tom is really going to try to accrue more free tickets for the screening happening this Tuesday (May 25th) in Revere, MA and if anyone is interested in going please let me know and we'll car-pool it down there.
With Gilmore Girls I have cried tears of sadness and tears of joy, and have done so enough times to warrant checking my pants to make sure I've still got a penis. When Luke kissed Lorelai in the season finale I clapped. Well more accurately I clapped, cried joyous/relieved/appreciative tears and had the biggest smile on my face (even bigger than when I met Bruce Campbell). It's 5 in the morning and I'm fucking CLAPPING to express my appreciation to people that can't even hear me. That, my friends, is fucking storytelling at it's finest. At the time the feeling felt so pure and honest, like I had no other choice but to do that. It's only in retrospect that I look upon it with this faux-ashamed, nostalgic frame of mind, and that's really only because I don't think that feeling can ever be replicated. To a degree that's sad but the fact that I felt it at all is great.
So something I have failed to do (and am a terrible friend for) is to express to a satisfactory degree how much I appreciate my friends. Seeing such a variety of different people all come together just to celebrate the fact that I exist is about the most flattering thing that can ever transpire. My mom threw me a great party with very little time to pull it together and my peers were the best company a man can ask for. I think everyone deserves to feel appreciated and in the coming months when everyone is having birthdays I will do my damndest to make you all feel as loved as I did (and do).
Last but not least (and completely against the theme of this entry, which seems to be melancholy) everyone must see Napoleon Dynamite. It's one of the funniest movies I've ever seen and is so weirdly earnest and endearing. I sat there in a theater (which I got into for free, because Tom Church is awesome) and saw a high-schooler living my Junior High school experience. Tom is really going to try to accrue more free tickets for the screening happening this Tuesday (May 25th) in Revere, MA and if anyone is interested in going please let me know and we'll car-pool it down there.