Posts Tagged ‘nostalgia’

Increasingly more frequent

July 3, 2009

You know those days where you just want to MAKE SOMETHING, anything? Like, you search around the house and want to pull your hair out and jump around and DO SOMETHING with your life? Yes? No? Maybe so? Well, those days have been coming around much more often than usual for me. Maybe because it’s the summer and I have so much more time to dwell on things like this. I had so many IDEAS today, and not one of them was followed through with. Actually, I DID cut the toes off a few mismatched striped toe socks to turn them into fingerless gloves, but they don’t even fit that well, so that was sort of a flop.

Anyway, I REALLY REALLY REALLY wish I could go to Goodwill tomorrow, I’m in that kind of mood, except tomorrow’s the fourth of July and everything’s closed.

Boy, now I feel like watching cheesy horror movies EXTREMELY LOUD and making some more plastic bag yarn (I began the hopefully successful process of making yarn for PLASTIC BAG YARN LEGGINGS today). I’m in one of those FREQUENT moods where I wish I’d been born in a different decade, mostly because my mother taped Namu The Killer Whale, a movie from 1966 that she watched as a child, and 60’s movies and 70’s movies and every-decade-movie-other-than-the-two-thousands always seems to be so much BETTER, so much more WHOLESOME, or, rather, more MEANINGFUL. I’m getting nostalgic for times I never lived through…

All of these crazy moods are slowly overtaking my normal being and I feel almost like pretty soon I’ll WITHDRAW from society and stay away from computers and cell phones and find myself a TARDIS and go zooming into the past. I don’t care where, just drop me off and whiz away. I feel almost like, pretty soon, I’ll be living so much in the past that I won’t be able to get back to the present.

Now, that’s crazy talk.

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.

Something Prevails

March 30, 2009

I was thinking, as humans often do, and I thought I’d post something here, obviously, but I also thunk another thought.  I decided to title the post something relating to prevailing at something, but I could not think of anything to prevail at, also obviously, hence the ‘something’ prevails.

Anyway, enough longwindedness.

Today, along with being Laura’s birthday as well as Gatsby’s birthday, it was the celebration of my cousin Vita’s birthday.  She turns two sometime this month.

Other than that, other than that, here are a few other things of note:

[]I’m knitting a pair of seed stitch arm warmers.  They are cozy so far, as I hope the finished products will be.

[]I am participating in Blog Every Day April, as per Maureen Johnson’s “event,” I suppose one could call it.  In this “event,” one blogs every day in April, obviously (the count is up to three, I believe– how many times more to you think I’ll use the word ‘obviously?’ [that’s four])

[]Only a single month until my birthday!  I don’t know whether to be happy or sad about that, as it means both I am both a year away from my birth and a year closer to death.

[]My mother moved a lot during her childhood.  The longest she lived in for one place was from 5th grade through 11th grade, with the other houses being lived at for one year.  My aunt’s, Vita’s mother’s, new house is close to two of my mother’s childhood houses.  As we passed by them and drove through the neighborhood, my mother told me stories of her childhood, of playing all day at the creek.  She pointed out the names of everybody who lived in each house as we passed by them, and I found myself desperately wishing two things: a)that I could live in a neighborhood, a place where I have friends whose houses I can walk or bike to and where I actually do something rather than stay inside all day, bored out of my mind, or spending time on a dumb machine, a computer, or a television, or something.  I wish I lived in a neighborhood, or something like so… this kind of ties in with part B, anyway.  and

b)that I lived in an earlier decade, one where things were simpler and so much less technological.  I know I ought not be hypocritical, as I use so much new technology each and every day, and in fact am using newish technology right this very moment, but seriously–childhood memories my parents have are so fantastic, so sweet and nice and  kidlike, meanwhile I can’t remember much of anything about my childhood, and nearly all I do recall involves some sort of technology in one way or another.

[]Also, I wish I were more, I dunno, proactive, I guess you could call it, in the way that I planned things to do with friends, just hanging out and whatnot, once again, not just staying inside all day blurring the days into one giant blob of indifference.  I hope to improve on this in the future.

[]Finally, I have nothing more to say currently, as I am getting into Resolution mode, and that’s no fun to be at.

Good night all, happy spring evening.  I hope your Mondays tomorrow are un-Monday-like.

I’ll see you all soon, in a way, what with Blog Every Day April beginning shortly.

If my hair were green, if my hair were green– it’d be the prettiest shade you’ve ever seen.

December 28, 2008

Who are you? What would you write in a message in a bottle sent out to sea? What is your favorite planet?

Today was jolly, even if irritable towards the end.

This morning we went to my grandmother’s house, which was nice, at least more so than usual. I got a second copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, so I’ll return one of them and buy something else, perhaps a copy of Let it Snow, which I still have yet to read, or maybe either Looking for Alaska or An Abundance of Katherines.

I also got a pair of lovely black and blue socks.

My father, Emma, Clara and me were going to go to Jake’s “gig,” as I mentioned yesterday, but the directions we had ended up being wonky and so it would have been over by the time we arrived. Instead, we went to the Philly Cheesesteak Factory and then to Giant to bring home ice cream for the crew. I bought a package of Good and Fruity. They are scrumptious, but my father had a couple and said they’re nothing like they used to be, which made me sad. A lot of things are different than what they used to be like. Change is supposed to be good, for the most part, but it often ruins nostalgic feelings.

I feel like there was something else I planned on mentioning but my mind is drawing a blank at the moment, so farewell.

Creatures, goodbye.

Just Promise Me You Will Never Try To Grow Up

May 15, 2008

Nostalgia is steadily taking over…

The color of the day is wisteria, the number is thirty-one, the holidays are Police Officer’s Memorial Day and National Chocolate Chip Day, and Pomona Sprout’s birthday, the words of the day are ersatz (an artificial or inferior substitute or imitation) and finagle (achieve something by means of trickery or devious methods), and today I walked/jogged/ran the last required mile of my life.

It was in Gym. At my high school, you are required to take one Gym class before being allowed to graduate. We had to do the mile thrice, and today was the last time. Ever. This is thrilling.

Next Wednesday is going to be spectacular- not only is it the weekly Wednesday club, but I volunteered to help out with the Preschool graduation practice and therefore get to miss the whole school day watching and playing with little kids. How awesome is that?

Speaking of the preschool, we are putting on a puppet show in class tomorrow. I am going to be playing a chicken and finished making the puppet a little while ago.

Also a little while ago (more like two or three minutes ago) I started and finished the short story I had to write for English. It is due Thursday, but I like to be ahead. It is only the rough draft, anyway. It is titled “Nobody in Particular” and I am going to paste it below. You know, because I have nothing much else to say. Laura, if you read this, do you think you could edit when/if you have the time? I am pretty sure there are some mistakes, but, as you know, staring at your own work for awhile kind of makes it tough to find mistakes.

[ “What am I?” I ask aloud, to nobody in particular.

“What are you not?” nobody in particular responds.

He has always been a wise fellow, this nobody creature. I am not entirely sure whether he exists, then again, as I have been known to imagine things. That is what they said when they kicked me out, you know. “REASON FOR EXPULSION” the slip was titled, the big, bold letters giving way to the infamous fine print. “Prone to excessive bouts of overactive imagination often leading to impulsive actions,” the report continued in the same minuscule size, ending with the signature of whomever was unduly placed in charge. They even had the nerve to slap a period on the end of it, as if turning the claim into a sentence fragment would change its significance, somehow. Quite the opposite, though- it only served to further infuriate me.

Now, that is all behind me- I still say as I did when I left in the first place: good riddance.

To be honest, I am dead grateful that I was ousted. After all, if I had not been, I would never have met nobody in particular- and that, my friend, would be unfortunate indeed. Had I not met nobody in particular, I never would have been granted the many drops of wisdom he has bestowed upon me since our meeting. Though, I guess calling it a ‘meeting’ would not be fully appropriate. We did not meet, per say. To this day, we have not formally done so. Rather, we have a mutual agreement: I ask a question, any time of day, and he answers. The scale is tipped more generously towards me, and I should think he would care, but he has yet to complain about my having the better half of the bargain. Now that I think about it, he has yet to complain about anything.

Occasionally I attempt to persuade the man to show himself, but it never turns out to my benefit. Surely he (and I assume that the creature is a ‘he’ based on the tone of his voice) wishes to come out of wherever he is hiding, at least sometimes. If he does, however, he does not show it. Always speaking in the monotonous, deadpan voice of a robot, one would think he would wish for a little excitement in his life. Evidently not yet, but I am sure he will crack someday. I have a strong feeling about it, and secure ones such as this are nearly always correct.

I shudder to think of what would happen if he were discovered. As long as the human race exists, the intense longing for knowledge and wisdom is inevitable, and nobody in particular has an abundance of it.

More so, in fact, than anybody I have met before. This never ceases to amaze me- if somebody this intelligent were to suddenly disappear from society, someone would certainly realize it.

He is an enemy spy, I once thought, yet there is no trace of an accent about him. I then considered that he is merely a hermit, choosing to be cut off from the rest of the world for some mysterious reason. That musing, however, was quickly shot down- to the best of my knowledge, nobody in particular has not left wherever he lurks. And, even if he were a hermit, he would still need to eat in order to survive. His voice comes from somewhere a bit off, but not enough that he could possibly be near a door or garden where he would be able to gather nutrients- or water, for that matter. If he is not human, though, then what is he? Without food or water, he could not even be living. A zombie, maybe? I doubt it- he does not seem like the type. What, then?

I have tried not to dwell on it too much, but I must admit that dwelling on things takes up much of my time. There is not much else to do, in this monster of a house with echoing rooms and the eternal scent of mothballs.

So, yes, it is free of most insects. It is also free of humans, other than myself of course. I have no family, never have and doubtlessly never will, and no friends to speak of either. In the end, it is just me here. And, obviously, nobody in particular as well.

I do not care, though. Who cares if I have nobody to talk to, nothing to do? What does it matter to be lonely when you have the answers to every question in the world? ]

So yup, there it is. I hope somebody liked/likes it.

Gosh, today feels like a Friday.

Oh yeah, my brother is home from college.

Pixie dust to all.

Try and fly.

Time and a Day of a Decade Ago

April 27, 2008

Today was a day lacking computer usage. Which is, of course, often a good thing. In the morning I played outside with my little brothers and two of my younger sisters. We played with caterpillars and I even found an inchworm. It was, ironically, only about a centimeter.

Later, I read more of Einstein In Love. Not much, but enough that I should finish it soon.

Then, I lay down in my bed and watched Schoolhouse Rock on a portable DVD player. Eventually, I fell asleep. Which was extremely strange, at least for me, because I have seriously not taken a nap since I was five or six years old. I woke up about an hour later and it was dinner time. My family and I went to the local Chinese restaurant. After that, my mother picked up my sister from her school (where the buses dropped her and her classmates off after a field trip to Baltimore to see a play) with Abie, Emma, Benny, and Lydia while my dad and I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things, such as children’s Motrin for Benny, whose tooth has been hurting.

Once we got home (amidst a rainstorm, which I was thrilled about) we put away the groceries and then sat down in the sunroom. I told jokes to my dad and Clara; everybody else had gone to bed.

A bit later, Jake got home from a friend’s house or something like that. He then searched throughout the kitchen for something vegan to fix for dinner. He will not even have honey. Eventually, I believe he settled on a tried-and-true veggie burger.

I thought more about getting a job. I will be fifteen in about three days (now more like two) and would like to work somewhere. The end.

Here is a picture of two of the five male puppies we are going to choose from to adopt in May, once they come of age. I think the one on the left looks precious, though of course all puppies are.

I am still leaning towards Theodore or Octavius as for a name.

Today my parents and I had a serious (as much as can be expected) conversation on the subject of my wanting to get dreadlocks. My mother said she was not opposed to dreadlocks and expressed her concerns on not having them spaced out evenly and my hair being uneven for forever because of this. I had no response to this, other than that I would not care of the locks were not even. So, she did not say all-out no. My father does not care whether I get them or not, so he acted as a sort of ‘mediator.’ I am going to ask my brother if he could ask his friend Lance about his own dreadlocks, perhaps for tips or something of the sort.

Oh wow, my face feels really clean right now. Probably because I just washed it.

Oh yeah, we got honey nut coconut macaroons from the supermarket today! Exciting, that is. I love macaroons.

My, how my childhood has flown by…

Sorry, I am becoming nostalgic for the thousandth time. Life just goes by so fast.

And time does as well- I really must be going. Bedtime for me.

“Goodness gracious, child! Do not be dwelling on such misfortunes.”