My World...Take Two

My World...Take Two

::I am ::

( 22:02 )
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Personal Update. Lots of stuff has been happening lately (some of which I will not discuss since it is still very much between God and I); most of it good, some of it not. I've actually had a life in the last week. Been out with a lot of people who I haven't had the opportunity to interact with in a long while. I learned how to play Spades and have been involved in games for the last couple of nights. I've gone out a lot lately, mostly hanging out at various friends' houses. Cheap and fun, the best combination. I'm also falling back in love with dance. And asked a friend of mine to write me a straight piano piece to dance to, he wrote me something five years ago and I loved it. It was a keyboard piece, I actually sat down at his board one day and picked out all the sounds I liked. This time I just want something that's all piano, something that could be written out as sheet music so that other people could play it for me. I've been sick, but I'm at the tail end of it. All the congestion is breaking up though, which means I sound like I'm coughing up a lung about every other word. It's almost over though.

Life is good. God is good.
::Val::

( 09:28 )
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Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers. I went to go see it last night after work. I definitely enjoyed it and now I have some awards to hand out. These are the things that the Oscars and all the official people probably wont recognize this film for. [grin] Therefore, the task falls to me. (Don't worry, I don't spoil any of the plot but most of these will make much more sense to you if you've seen the movie, a couple will make complete sense if you've also read the book. There are minor spoilers ahead though. Forewarned is forearmed.) And on to the awards.

...The Envelope Please.
*Best Mount Of A Horse Already In Motion: Legolas
*Best Manipulation Of A Daughter By Her Father: Elrond
*Best Greeting To Someone You Thought Was Dead: Legolas ("You're late. You look terrible.")
*Best "Force Your Way Through A Throne Room" (without weapons): Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli
*Best Unintentional Crushing Of A Secret Love: Aragorn
*Best Action By Someone In Love Who Hasn't Given Up Hope: Arwen
*Best Close-Range Use Of An Arrow: Legolas
*Best Description Of What Makes A Great Story So Great: Samwise Gamgee
*Best Gaggingly Sappy Moment: Frodo's (unfortunate) slip into third person

And Kudos To Peter David. For the best use of the subtle intricacies that occur when you can switch between two languages (English and Elvish), the amazing portrayal of a severely psychotically dysfunctional individual (although props must also be given to Gollum/Smeagol), the best portrayal of the despair in a last stand, the most realistic portrayal of sounds before the battle, and best use of last stand calvary against overwhelming force of infantry.

What Else? I finally realized where I had seen Viggo Mortensen before. He was the Master Chief in G.I. Jane. Of course, he looks very different as Aragorn (short hair, clean shaven and military clean vs. long hair, stubble and warrior dirty), but it explains the piercing sense of familiarity I had when I saw the first movie. Speaking of piercing sense of familiarity...David Wenham who plays Boromir's brother, Faramir looks like the Unsaid Crap Sucks Guy from Well, In My World fame. Not completely, but the shape of the eyes, and the nose and quite a bit of the facial structure in general made the world drop out from underneath me when he appeared onscreen the first time. Quite the shocker. But I'm over it now, for the most part anyway. Anything else that I have to comment on in the movie will have to wait as I need to finish getting ready for work. Oh, and I have general in my life stuff that needs commenting on as well...[grin]
::Val::

( 09:33 )
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Good Times. I spilled broccoli and cheese soup all over my pants yesterday and ended up wearing the pants of a friend who was about to leave and had clothes to change into. Suffice to say that yesterday at work was interesting, to say the least (and not in a good way). There's this whole sexual harrassment thing that's about to come down and I'm involved (not because I'm one of the girls stuff is happening to, but because I've managed to witness a whole bunch of stuff). It's just wierd, and it's definitely time for me to get out of there. However, yesterday wasn't a bad day. Good stuff happened. And I'm happy.
::Val::

( 23:11 )
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Sick. Ugh...my throat's swollen, and I feel like my ear canal is too. In fact, the inside of the entire left side of my head feels fat. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your view), I don't look sick, so if I feel anywhere close to normal tomorrow morning, then I'll go to work. I slept the whole day today. Woke up twice. Once to call my mother and ask her to bring me chicken noodle soup, Triscuits, and honey; the second time because my cell phone rang. I'm awake now and feeling pretty good (that would be emotionally and as a result of that phone call, rather than physically) , but it's late and I really should probably go back to bed. Ugh...I hate being sick.
::Val::

( 23:52 )
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Quote. It would be my new away message if my AIM was working. Oh well, I'll post it here for your entertainment:
"Therapy. I haven't gone yet, but I have this killer opening monologue I've been working on for four years." - John Mayer (when asked what he thinks about when he can't get to sleep at night)
::Val::

( 10:18 )
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Thoughts. I've decided that I can safely divide the world into two types of people: 1) People who consider me an adult and are willing to trust me with adult responsibilities and 2) People who don't consider me an adult and are not willing to trust me with adult responsibilities. That last category has two subdivisions: a) People who are upfront about the fact that I'm still a child in their eyes b) People who give lip-service to the fact that I'm an adult but their actions prove that they believe differently.

Changes. I'm writing again which is definitely a good thing. Everytime I pick up a pen these days, I wonder how I ever thought I could give it up. I might be switching jobs. I don't want to say too much about it, but hopefully I'll be doing something completely different from food service soon. I'm learning to control my active imagination when it starts to worry about various things. I haven't had any trouble getting to sleep (but I think that's more because of the muscle relaxers I've had to take at night lately- I had a nasty spasm in my back).

Remembering. This is a good thing. I'm remembering a couple of things that I had almost forgotten about who I am, who I want to be, and why I love Rochester. This is a good thing, a very good thing. Oh, and random song quote: "Today I finally overcame/Tryin' to fit the world inside a picture frame/Maybe I will tell you all about it/When I'm in the mood/To lose my way but let me say/You should have seen that sunrise/With your own eyes/It brought me back to life..."
::Val::

( 22:40 )
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Good Day. Met two absolutely lovely people today at work. Amy and Tim. Christians and we have some mutual friends. They absolutely made my day. I exchanged numbers with Amy and hope to talk to her again soon. Really. They made my day.
::Val::

( 09:33 )
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Bad Night. So, yeah, you know that scene in Analyze This when Billy Crystal says that when he's mad he hits a pillow and he suggests that Robert DeNiro try the same thing? And then DeNiro pulls out his gun and shoots the pillow several times and then says he feels better? Yeah. I kind of wish I could do that right now.
::Val::

( 16:04 )
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Fixed. Okay, something funky was going on with the template of The Bride's Journey (which is the joint blog of my roomie, Skip, and I). However, it's all fixed now and finally updated with the two latest posts (Skip's from the 9th of Nov and mine from the 27th of November). I just thought that if anybody had been trying to check that out, then they might appreciate knowing it's been fixed and updated...
::Val::

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