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Jul. 31st, 2001
I normally don't pay much attention to the movies that are coming out (and even less to TV), but there is one movie coming out soon that I must see. A new version of Apocalypse Now. Not a remake, but an expanded version, done by Coppola himself. It's about an hour longer than the original. I don't think I've ever been this excited about a movie as I am about this one. I'll be keeping an eye/ear out for it.
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Jul. 31st, 2001 10:26 pmThis evening has turned out to be one big proof to myself that I am not, in fact, completely depressed and antisocial and socially graceless. I called a couple friends of mine that I haven't talked to in quite a while. They were both glad to hear from me, and it was good to talk to both of them.
Also, I actually talked to my dad. Well, he did most of the talking. He had picked up the phone when I was talking to Sarah. We were ending the conversation anyway, so after hanging up I went downstairs to have dessert, and my dad was in the kitchen getting his dinner. I told him I was done with the phone, mentioned that I had been talking to a friend going to school in Ohio, which got the whole conversation going. Turns out he's gone to seminary school in Ohio. A very prestigious seminary at that. Directly under the Pope, instead of under archdioces. He was there for a year and a half, nearly flunking out the first year and going back the next semester to become an honor student. He quit after that semester and came back to NM, where he went to school in Santa Fe for another semester and then school in Albuquerque. And now I know why he would push me so hard. It wasn't a constant pressure, because usually I did well, but when my grades slipped a bit, especially in math, he gave me hell for it. And now I know why. For one thing, he never really had anyone to push him, which would be why he nearly flunked out of seminary that first year. For another, he flunked a quarter in a math class here in Albuquerque. And why did he flunk that? Because he called the teacher stupid. (Gee, what a surprise, considering he calls everyone stupid eventually.) So, he never flunked anything because he couldn't handle the work, but always out of being undisciplined. So with me he's a hard ass.
I'm starting to figure out exactly what I got from him and how, and what of that is good and what is bad. Now the task is to appreciate the good and excise the bad habits, like yelling at people while driving.
I have an eye appointment in a week. Yay!
Also, I actually talked to my dad. Well, he did most of the talking. He had picked up the phone when I was talking to Sarah. We were ending the conversation anyway, so after hanging up I went downstairs to have dessert, and my dad was in the kitchen getting his dinner. I told him I was done with the phone, mentioned that I had been talking to a friend going to school in Ohio, which got the whole conversation going. Turns out he's gone to seminary school in Ohio. A very prestigious seminary at that. Directly under the Pope, instead of under archdioces. He was there for a year and a half, nearly flunking out the first year and going back the next semester to become an honor student. He quit after that semester and came back to NM, where he went to school in Santa Fe for another semester and then school in Albuquerque. And now I know why he would push me so hard. It wasn't a constant pressure, because usually I did well, but when my grades slipped a bit, especially in math, he gave me hell for it. And now I know why. For one thing, he never really had anyone to push him, which would be why he nearly flunked out of seminary that first year. For another, he flunked a quarter in a math class here in Albuquerque. And why did he flunk that? Because he called the teacher stupid. (Gee, what a surprise, considering he calls everyone stupid eventually.) So, he never flunked anything because he couldn't handle the work, but always out of being undisciplined. So with me he's a hard ass.
I'm starting to figure out exactly what I got from him and how, and what of that is good and what is bad. Now the task is to appreciate the good and excise the bad habits, like yelling at people while driving.
I have an eye appointment in a week. Yay!
This Should Have Been Posted SATURDAY
Jul. 31st, 2001 10:44 pmOld Friends
I spent much of the day in Santa Fe, at the Spanish Market. (I almost typed Saturday Market. No, that's in Portland.) But anyway. My aunt had a booth there, as did an old friend of my sister's, and the grandfather of one of my old friends. So I talked to my friend's grandmother. He's been in Vermont for several years, just graduated from high school last month, changed his last name because his stepfather adopted him, still looks exactly the same as he did when we were in preschool and inseparable. His grandmother told me about how we would always be holding hands. I don't really remember that, but I do remember sitting out in the playground with him, going to eat ice cream cones at Baskin Robbins and he would bite off the bottom of the cone, and then try to eat the whole thing as normal. Don't really remember holding hands all the time, or rolling around on the floor together as my friend Mary tells me we would, but I certainly do remember the one time we were apart. Funny, he was hanging out with Mary, of whom then I was jealous but who is now one of my best friends. Strange how things work out, eh?
Also today I saw an old friend of my sister's. Apparently when I was little, she and my other sister would scream back at me. Don't remember that, either.
Lately I've been thinking that maybe it isn't quite so surprising that I'm a biology major. I don't know. I've been also somewhat drawn toward medicine and such. Working at the Pharmacy Board being just one factor there.
It was so freaking hot today. My aunt nearly passed out twice, and the first time the paramedics had to come. And today I was wearing jeans. But tomorrow we're going back and I'll wear shorts then. My legs are freshly shaved for this purpose.
Oh, I got to hold my new cousin Vianne today. Twice. She's a large baby. And very happy. She was especially happy to see her little cousin Amelia.
I ate lunch at a little restaurant near my aunt's booth called The Burrito Company. After we ate, my cousin Ayden and I had a funny face contest. He won.
We're going back up to the Spanish Market tomorrow, this time sans my sister and niece, but there will be more family there. One of my aunts came into town today, and there were a bunch of other relative that weren't there today.
I still intend to make an entry of those questions that came with the mentor stuff earlier this week, but I will save it for later. Right now, I should probably write to people. Or something.
I spent much of the day in Santa Fe, at the Spanish Market. (I almost typed Saturday Market. No, that's in Portland.) But anyway. My aunt had a booth there, as did an old friend of my sister's, and the grandfather of one of my old friends. So I talked to my friend's grandmother. He's been in Vermont for several years, just graduated from high school last month, changed his last name because his stepfather adopted him, still looks exactly the same as he did when we were in preschool and inseparable. His grandmother told me about how we would always be holding hands. I don't really remember that, but I do remember sitting out in the playground with him, going to eat ice cream cones at Baskin Robbins and he would bite off the bottom of the cone, and then try to eat the whole thing as normal. Don't really remember holding hands all the time, or rolling around on the floor together as my friend Mary tells me we would, but I certainly do remember the one time we were apart. Funny, he was hanging out with Mary, of whom then I was jealous but who is now one of my best friends. Strange how things work out, eh?
Also today I saw an old friend of my sister's. Apparently when I was little, she and my other sister would scream back at me. Don't remember that, either.
Lately I've been thinking that maybe it isn't quite so surprising that I'm a biology major. I don't know. I've been also somewhat drawn toward medicine and such. Working at the Pharmacy Board being just one factor there.
It was so freaking hot today. My aunt nearly passed out twice, and the first time the paramedics had to come. And today I was wearing jeans. But tomorrow we're going back and I'll wear shorts then. My legs are freshly shaved for this purpose.
Oh, I got to hold my new cousin Vianne today. Twice. She's a large baby. And very happy. She was especially happy to see her little cousin Amelia.
I ate lunch at a little restaurant near my aunt's booth called The Burrito Company. After we ate, my cousin Ayden and I had a funny face contest. He won.
We're going back up to the Spanish Market tomorrow, this time sans my sister and niece, but there will be more family there. One of my aunts came into town today, and there were a bunch of other relative that weren't there today.
I still intend to make an entry of those questions that came with the mentor stuff earlier this week, but I will save it for later. Right now, I should probably write to people. Or something.