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BEDA Installment Eight: What did I do so far today?

April 8, 2009

I know that’s some kind of awful of an excuse for an interesting title, but you’ll have to excuse me for that bit of informality, as I’m more or less far too excited to post properly, as is evident by this neverending run-on sentence.

The source of this excitement is the Gene Wilder party, which, after many cancellations and non-cancellations, will be tonight! 

There was a bit of a scare earlier, when our computer became overloaded and stopped working.  I was sure I would fail BEDA, not even a third of the way through it, and was very disappointed in myself, even thought it wouldn’t have been my fault.

So, before I jinx it all– I read.  All day so far.  Actually, I did begin to watch more of Clean Slate, but after less than two minutes I stopped and came in here to write this.  What did I read?  More Augusten Burroughs, of course, in the form of the entirety of Possible Side Effects.  In the way that Wolf at the Table was more about Augusten’s father, this was more about his mother.  I can’t decide which I like better, though I definitely laughed out loud more while reading Possible Side Effects.  It was generally more lighthearted, anyway.

Besides reading, really all I did was a teensy bit of knitting, attempting to make a very long scarf but stopping and frogging it before it became so.

Now, since I have exhausted my list of topics (what I did today) with not even three hundred words under my belt, I am going to tell a story, a story from when I was young, if I can think of one…

For a short time, maybe months or maybe a year or two at the most, I shared a bedroom with my older brother, Jake.  We had bunkbeds.  He was on the bottom bunk, and I was on the top bunk.  Every so often, we would play a game before going to sleep, each of us in our respective locations, which involved throwing a stuffed animal up into my bed, then back down into his, and so on, in a circular motion.  It sounds so simple, nowadays, but back then I loved it so much.  Another game we played before bed, somewhat similar, was where Jake would try and pull my sheets down into his bunk, with me trying to roll up in them so he couldn’t.

When it came time for Jake to move upstairs into the newly remodeled attic, and time for my sister, Clara, to move into the room with me, I took my new position in the bottom bunk and she my old position in the top bunk.  Unfortunately, from then on bedtime was not nearly as fun.  Although, I did notice that there were an awful lot of stuffed animals between the bed and the wall.  Hmm…

Hey, did you know that there are 44,100,100 links that come up when one googles ‘twenty-five?’

Also, it is quite interesting to search your birthdate on Wikipedia.  On my birthday, in 1980, Alfred Hitchcock died.  So did Albert Hoffman, in 2008, the first known person to synthesize and ingest LSD.

Oh, joy of joys.

Well, I now need to shower and pack for the party, so I bid you farewell.  I’ll have lots to talk about tomorrow, once the party has ended and I am tired but full of new memories.

Question Eight:  What is a memory you have from a party you once went to?

BEDA Installment Seven: What’s with kids these days?

April 8, 2009

It’s not the kids’ faults, I guess: it’s the changing times, so different from even less than a century ago, even much more different from ten years ago.

What is going on here, you ask? Why do your sentences no longer make sense and where did all of this talk come from? Well, I read The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid, by Bill Bryson, this afternoon.  It’s a memoir (of course) of Bill Bryson, mainly about his childhood, growing up in the 1950s, which were the happiest times in the history of America, or so he says, and so I believe, and so it seems they honestly and truly were.  I’m guessing I shouldn’t have even thought about reading a book so chocked full of nostalgia when I already feel it so often, but I did, so sue me, and I loved it.  I wish I had so many deliriously simple and happy childhood memories.

I’m going to attempt to not dwell on any of it right now, so on to other matters.

I read about a third of Franny and Zooey, by J.D. Salinger, which means I’m done with Franny and not that far through with Zooey.  I actually am quite enjoying this book/these books as well, especially the style of writing, which is jumpy and yet, paradoxically, constantly on safe and steady ground.

I watched the very beginning of a movie on On Demand today, titled Clean Slate.  It’s about a guy who has a form of amnesia that causes him to forget everything once he goes to sleep.  At some unidentified date, he made a tape recording that explains his condition and tells everything he may need to know about himself to listen to when he inevitably loses his memory once more.  Also, his tape-recorded voice tells him to record everything that happens that day so as to listen to it the next day and therefore retain some memory, at least temporarily.  It is very interesting.

Well, it is getting to be rather late and I don’t want to stray too far off of my sleeping schedule (I didn’t mention that it’s Spring Break now, did I?  it started today, or officially tomorrow, I suppose).  Also, I might possibly be going to a GENE WILDER PARTY TOMORROW (!!!) so I truly do need some sleep.

Enough jibber-jabbering about sleeping when I really should be currently doing so.  Good night, all!

Question Seven: Why the long face?  A little hoarse, are you?

P.S. I apologize for such a horribly short post– I’ll try not to make it a habit in the future.