...where did we leave off?
Ah yes, the start of vacation. I went downtown two times after the mall Friday morning/afternoon, running out of money and getting new ideas for presents. I was so spent at the end. And Saturday was great--X-mas eve, and our annual visit at Grandma's (a nursing home in Lowell, where Da's from).
Grandma was in rare form. I couldn't have been more impressed. We love her dearly but more often than not she keeps repeating things, worrying about things, such as where she's going to keep all of these presents we get for her. She's been fading a bit too lately, and looks really skinny, but she was lively and ate all of the pear almond tart and maple sugar candies we got her. She kept saying the darndest (ha!) things and made us laugh so much. She was attentive to our problems and what was going on in our lives. She really impressed me.
Especially when she remembered how Ave Maria went. I always love going and seeing her and learning about my dad's past and her past. She told us about singing in church and how she was selected because she had a beautiful voice. In those days, you HAD to do it. She said, if you were selected, there were no "if's", "but's", or "no's". She even sung, as it came back to her. I'm such a hopeless lovey-dovey guy. Boy, did she get to me. I love her dearly. I wanted to take her out driving to see the world on X-mas right then and there. Must be so hard to be kempt up it that hellhole. Grandma, one day you and I are going to go driving, free.
Yes, I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm such a caring, heart-touchy guy. Geez, it's things like these I don't ever want to forget.
Another example, just recently I found one of the long lost songs that I heard at French camp and used to do line dances for. I know fragments of the dances, but this song helped me bring back more--Mylene Farmer's "C'est Une Belle Journee". Allie put it on my MIX!!! for X-mas, as well as Danny Kaye songs from the Court Jester, the best movie in existance. Well, that's highly debatable, even for me, but if I had several votes, they'd mostly go towards it.
Yes, I get really mushy when certain things come up. One thing I'm not mushy about is ping-pong though. Take THAT, transition! Yes, I am GUIDED, motivated, DRAWN by an unexplainable force. It's almost official--JOEL AND I ARE STARTING A TABLE TENNIS CLUB AT NHS!!! rock OUT! And we're trying to do that "Paddle Some P" documentary with Jherrell. We can't wait. Honestly, I feel we're way beyond the common "basement" player. I am SERIOUS. I will pursue this in college. I've studied and practiced with spin so much. Some of the things we pull off on that table are impossible yet still happen. Even if I'm nowhere near the professional's level, I have no fears. I'll learn from my mistakes. I'm not worried whatsoever, in the least. I'll take a beating and adapt to it. Bring it, foo'.
Wow, yeah, so college work is almost done.
...did I already talk about table tennis and college work in the last post?...
I really want in to Mount A and Dal, but I have to wait unfortunately. I don't give a shit about Harvard. Heh. Ivy leagues can suck my cock, honestly.
Can't say much more. My articulate writing has disappeared. Where are those damn Schimmies?!!? I got them niiiiiice presents. I got some nice presents. Gratzi, grazi, me amore.
Grandma was in rare form. I couldn't have been more impressed. We love her dearly but more often than not she keeps repeating things, worrying about things, such as where she's going to keep all of these presents we get for her. She's been fading a bit too lately, and looks really skinny, but she was lively and ate all of the pear almond tart and maple sugar candies we got her. She kept saying the darndest (ha!) things and made us laugh so much. She was attentive to our problems and what was going on in our lives. She really impressed me.
Especially when she remembered how Ave Maria went. I always love going and seeing her and learning about my dad's past and her past. She told us about singing in church and how she was selected because she had a beautiful voice. In those days, you HAD to do it. She said, if you were selected, there were no "if's", "but's", or "no's". She even sung, as it came back to her. I'm such a hopeless lovey-dovey guy. Boy, did she get to me. I love her dearly. I wanted to take her out driving to see the world on X-mas right then and there. Must be so hard to be kempt up it that hellhole. Grandma, one day you and I are going to go driving, free.
Yes, I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm such a caring, heart-touchy guy. Geez, it's things like these I don't ever want to forget.
Another example, just recently I found one of the long lost songs that I heard at French camp and used to do line dances for. I know fragments of the dances, but this song helped me bring back more--Mylene Farmer's "C'est Une Belle Journee". Allie put it on my MIX!!! for X-mas, as well as Danny Kaye songs from the Court Jester, the best movie in existance. Well, that's highly debatable, even for me, but if I had several votes, they'd mostly go towards it.
Yes, I get really mushy when certain things come up. One thing I'm not mushy about is ping-pong though. Take THAT, transition! Yes, I am GUIDED, motivated, DRAWN by an unexplainable force. It's almost official--JOEL AND I ARE STARTING A TABLE TENNIS CLUB AT NHS!!! rock OUT! And we're trying to do that "Paddle Some P" documentary with Jherrell. We can't wait. Honestly, I feel we're way beyond the common "basement" player. I am SERIOUS. I will pursue this in college. I've studied and practiced with spin so much. Some of the things we pull off on that table are impossible yet still happen. Even if I'm nowhere near the professional's level, I have no fears. I'll learn from my mistakes. I'm not worried whatsoever, in the least. I'll take a beating and adapt to it. Bring it, foo'.
Wow, yeah, so college work is almost done.
...did I already talk about table tennis and college work in the last post?...
I really want in to Mount A and Dal, but I have to wait unfortunately. I don't give a shit about Harvard. Heh. Ivy leagues can suck my cock, honestly.
Can't say much more. My articulate writing has disappeared. Where are those damn Schimmies?!!? I got them niiiiiice presents. I got some nice presents. Gratzi, grazi, me amore.