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2003-10-05 My Weekend The weekend wasn't too bad. Not overly exciting, but not bad. On Friday evening, Andrea called on her cell and asked if I wanted to go grab a cup of coffee. We went to a café/bar near my house that's slowly being renovated. It's darkish, with tables and leather couches (the latter of which we chose), and we just chatted. I'm not crazy about most of the music played there, but it's no biggee. I came home and watched "Hope & Faith" for the first time, having taped it since I was going out. I really loved Kelly Ripa on "All My Children", but I can't say I was crazy about the sitcom. Maybe it'll get better, but it just wasn't terribly funny. On Saturday, my landlady's handyman came by to do some work - he put a new coat of that stuff you put around the bathtub and sinks that stops leaking (phonetically it's "cocking", but that looks slightly lewd, so I'm not sure about the spelling, heh). I ran a few errands, rented "Dreamcatcher" for the evening, and did some editing on The Book. And you know, I've only printed up the first ten chapters, with 17 to go, and already it's stupidly thick. Soon it's not going to fit in the box I bought to keep it in. In the evening, before the movie, I decided to watch a series premiere. I had seen the previews all summer and it really looked good, but I felt so embarassed that I was planning to check it out. I think I'm even more embarassed that I'm totally hooked. The show in question is... "Tarzan". Now, don't go laughing at me just yet. The guy is totally hot, and it's not a cheesy show. The premise is: Quite a few years ago, a mother, father, and son went on a safari and their plane crashed. Everyone assumed they all died. The boy, however, survived and grew up in the jungle until his uncle, on some expedition of some sort, found him. Now he's been brought back to New York and he's fallen in love with a female cop, whose name is, yes, Jane. But the guy's name is actually John, but his uncle calls him "Tarzan". Seriously. Check it out. Saturdays at 8 on Global (not sure what channel it's on for Americans). Then we watched "Dreamcatcher", which was pretty good, although it was a typical Stephen King movie - everything's fine until the really big monster is shown. Then it just looks ridiculous. Still, it made me jump, and it had a lot of nice gore scenes. Today has been pretty quiet. I took my mom shopping, and I bought a pair of dress shoes at a cheap store ($14.99 - woo!). I really didn't want to, seeing as how I'm still unemployed and my bank account is getting low on cash, but as Fall is certainly here, I can't exactly wear my sandals to interviews and temporary placements and such. My mom and I were kinda quiet in the car today. I'm not 100% sure of her reason, but I know that for me, it's just so incredibly sad when I'm driving around in that car, knowing that in a week, it'll be gone. I have some memories in that car, some good, some bad, but they're all memories. I thought about that today as we drove around, and felt the bitterness swell up in me. For the most part though, I'm trying my hardest not to think about it too much. Next weekend it'll be next to impossible not to think about it, which means that I won't be feeling very thankful on Thanksgiving. I suppose I'll just have to focus on the things I should (and do) feel grateful for: my mom, my sister and George, Hayley, my grandmother, my aunt, uncle and cousin. Because, aside from the money factor, those are the people who are keeping me from running away to some place across the Atlantic. |
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