Posts Tagged ‘sybil’

And then there were seventy-three billion.

May 14, 2009

I expected this afternoon to be relaxing and a marvelous break from the absolute haywire and business of the week thus far. I should have known better than to expect such a thing, as it turned out rather the opposite. Nevertheless, I did have a chance, after much interruptions, to watch Sybil, a movie from the seventies about a woman with Multiple Personality Disorder, caused by her horrible childhood. I don’t know what to say about other than that it made me very angry at certaint types of people and profoundly sympathetic towards others. I suppose that is what that sort of movie does to everybody. And what do you know, it’s based on a true story (though there has been some controversy surrounding the truth behind it).

Tomorrow, rain or shine, will be my birthday party. “It shall be fun,” she said, and it was so.

I also finished watching The Stepford Wives today. That, too, was as good and possibly better than I had even hoped it would be, although it did sort of ruin it for me that I’d seen the ending portrayed on a variety of “best movie moments” televisions shows beforehand, so I knew what would happen.

Today in Guitar class we had a substitute. Sarah and I played cards more or less the whole time, and then near the end a girl named Emily joined in and then even closer to the end of class a boy named Westley joined in as well. Though these card games were very fun indeed, this is not the point I am getting to. The point I am getting to is afterwards, after class, when Sarah and I walked out of the classroom and Westley followed close behind. Here is the conversation that went on between Westley and I which left me not angry but instead confused. It strongly reminded me of a similar experience (though much more hurtful in her case) that happened to Rachel recently.

Anyway, I shall be called H and Westley shall be called W. Please ignore my awkward, brief answers. My social skills have much to learn.

W: You like to knit, right?

H: Yes.

W: I’ve been wanting to learn to knit. I can sew. I sewed a tote bag the other day, out of fabric.

H: That’s neat.

(this is when Sarah chimed in that I knit really awesome things, and even knitted a bag out of plastic bags.)

H: I’ll bring in one of the bags tomorrow.

W: Okay. (long pause, and then everything comes out in a rush) People say you’re weird, like, you know, when you wore that crossword shirt and everybody was looking at it, but I think you’re cool.

H: (silence)

This was coming from the boy who mentioned at least half a dozen times in ten minutes that he was going to have Ledo’s pizza for dinner and oh how he loves Ledo’s pizza and blah blah blah.

I couldn’t tell if he was trying to be sympathetic towards me, trying to make me feel better for something I had no cares towards, or if he was trying to hurt my feelings but then changed his mind, or what, but it was so strange… I mean, I’ve never really expected that people think I’m “normal,” but it’s still odd to hear my non-average-ness blurted out there in the open. I almost feel like thanking him, for being truthful, and also for telling me a little bit about what others think of me when I’ve always kind of wondered what people say about me behind my back. It was also strange, though, because I’ve never said more than two words to the boy. He’s the freshman that always eats and drinks and falls asleep in class, prompting yells and scoldings from the teacher. He always seems so round and jolly and chipper that I really don’t know what to think.

Anyway, he’s not a bit like the Westley from The Princess Bride, which I finished re-reading today.

And on that rebellious note, I leave you. I may or may not post tomorrow, depending on what time permits me what with the party and all.

So goodbye for an indeterminable amount of time.

Well, whatever. I don’t know…

“We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our tongue, at our peril, risk and hazard.” -Voltaire

May 13, 2009

So I spent the entire evening cleaning the sunroom, making it perfectly squeaky clean to ready it for my birthday party. It is on Friday.

Before that, as like every middle-of-the-week, I went to Wednesday Club. It was very much a repeat of a past Wednesday Club, in that we got miniature Ben and Jerry’s ice creams and ate them outside. The only difference was a few of the people, that and the fact that we have changed so much since then. That day was June 25th, 2008. So many days separate then from now, so many new memories and so much new knowledge.

Sorry, I’m becoming nostalgic once again. I guess it comes with the territory of this age, not-long-after-sixteen, when seventeen seems so far away and eighteen is absolutely unimaginable.

Anyway, after the ice cream extravaganza Courtney threw Valerie’s vitamin water across the walkway and it burst open, spilling its contents completely. Not long after, Courtney and I went inside, where we stayed for the remainder of the time. I’m not sure where the others ended up.

Inside, both of us did our homework, and then I went off in search of new books. I ended up getting nine, I believe, and all seem to be fantastic in each and every way. One of them is by the same author as The Stepford Wives, Ira Levin, and one is about Einstein, another about politically correct versions of popular fairy tales, and all in all I wish I could begin reading them all at once, though that, of course, would not be practical.

I also checked out two new movies, to be added to my lengthy list of movies I need to finish. Actually, there aren’t that many on the list. Never mind. I almost finished watching The Stepford Wives today while cleaning the sunroom, and tomorrow I shall try and finish Twilight Zone: The Movie, and then I will watch the new movies, Sybil and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?

I am rather far in with re-reading The Princess Bride, which is even more excellent than I remember it. I really hope to re-watch the movie just as soon as I can. I’m beginning to forget which bits of the book are in the movie and vice versa.

Well, a new night of sleep is upon us and a new day will soon follow, so I must bid you brief farewells in the least lengthy fashion possible.

(how do you feel about redundant goodbyes such as the above?)

Oh, and still nobody’s won the three hundredth post contest yet. Keep commenting, and perhaps YOU shall be the victor!

P.S. And I forgot to mention that my bangs were trimmed tonight! That always leaves me with such a crisp, green-apple-like feeling.