This weekend was uneventful. Friday night we went to see Casino Royale with our friends but get to the theater only to discover they've decided to not show the 7:30 showing after all. Can they do that?? I don't know. The only other thing showing around that time was Babel, so we said what the heck. It was....interesting. I actually liked it a lot more than some other Oscar nominated films. What is it about Oscar movies? Who says they all have to be artsy fartsy and way out there? Anyway, Brad Pitt looked beat, and a million years old. There were good storylines though, and I particularly liked the one with the Mexicans. Imagine that. Speaking of Mexicans...I saw this shirt at Hot Topic on Saturday and it CRACKED me up.
Quite hilarious, if you ask me.
The good thing about my job is the lack of interaction with anyone else. I sit in my cube and listen to Ike and plug away. So today I listed to an album that I got my Senior year of high school at Grad Night at Disney World. I love this CD for some reason. It's just a mix of random songs, random artists. There's some Foo Fighters and Eagle Eye Cherry, but nobody I had really heard of. Anyway, while I was listening, I put my data entry brain on autopilot, and started day dreaming of Clearwater. I tried to see if I could get around town, if I remembered how to get to the mall, the beach, my friends' houses. I was thinking how great it would be to be there instead of here right now. I think I would probably cry the entire time, b/c I would see something and it would remind me of something great or funny or sad. I would probably cry b/c in my mind it's still the perfect place, but in reality it's not. The people I loved while I was there have changed, moved, died. But I really want Derrick to go there, so I can show him all the places I loved. Where I worked, where I played, where I was a dork in marching band. So I started looking up flights online. Roundtrip tickets to Tampa for only $200! Next month! That would be wonderful. Except, I wonder if it would make me even more homesick for it. I just love Florida. Love it, love it, love it.
I need to get a job at the airport so I can fly for free. Hmmm......
My right leg is shorter than my left. I know this b/c my right pant leg is always under my heel. Good thing I don't walk with a limp!
I made Derrick watch E.T. last night. His very first time. Such a great movie! He thought it was "a little creepy". What does he know. It's a classic. I cried. And I thought about the E.T. ride at Universal Studios in Orlando that I loved.
Well, my lunch break is over, and I gotta go potty. Hope everyone has a great Monday!!
1 comment:
That's the thing about returning to your old haunts--after a long time. Things have usually changed, and all the people are different, and it can be heartbreaking. I feel the same way about the 80's. They were a GREAT time. So innocent (in my neck of the woods anyway) and as soon as the 90's hit, it all went techno-crazy. Oh well. How does that song go?
Life's like an hourglass glued to the table...
Oh, and about 92% of us are wonky on one side. So don't feel bad. And hey, you DON'T limp!
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