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The Pirate Movie
By Kristy McNichol, Christopher Atkins, Ted Hamilton, Bill Kerr, Maggie Kirkpatrick, Garry McDonald, Chuck McKinney, Marc Colombani, Linda Nagle, Kate Ferguson, Rhonda Burchmore, Cathrine Lynch, John Alansu, Paul Graham, Bernard Ledger, Nic Gazzana, Richard Bou�, Chris Hession, Stephen Fyfield, Kjell Nilsson
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I am going to Dave Mantel's house for a few days. Should be
cool. We'll probably watch The Pirate Movie a billion
times. Seriously. It'll be good to have food again.
Assuming they feed me. Bzang.
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| I'm trying to survive mostly on my own in my building, which is still
open, without any food from the dining halls, which are closed.
I'm eating ok, but it's hard. I guess this is kind of the way
regular life is--without the not having or looking for a job.
Hardly anyone is around, and soon, practically no one will be; I miss
my friends here, and I'm struggling to convince myself that this break
will be enjoyable. I have a really interesting book to read that
a friend lent me, but I miss my friend and that makes reading the book
a little hard.
On the bright side, I have discovered the most delightfully bad movie I
have seen in a long time: The Pirate Movie. If you have not seen
this, and you think the 80's were cool, then you ought to see it.
Even if you hate the 80's, you might still enjoy it. It's full of
really ridiculous songs and amazingly (really, it actually amazed me)
bad dialogue. There are pirates . . . and ninjas. Need I
say more?
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| I'm back. Not from outer space--no sad looks please--just from an inexplicable hiatus. Every once in a while you just don't feel like it for a while, and then it feels too embarassing to go back, and you forget for months on end, and suddenly it's November. You've been back in the states for a while; that's old news--so what's not? This:
I finally begin to understand my grandparents. Maybe not understand--I just, figured out how to relate to them. With Grandpa, you sit down and watch a movie in the living room. Just about any movie will do, though it's best to watch one on TV so that you can talk during the commercials (even if most of the talking is complaining about said commercials), and you laugh at whatever strikes you as funny and you talk about whatever the movie reminds you of, you just say it and get Gramps' reaction. With Grandma, you play Scrabble, and you win if you can (but you can't--at least not if your name is James Davisson) and you talk about what the words bring to mind and you run with it until it's your turn and you have to spend ten minutes leafing through the dictionary to see if "trevet" is a word (it is). When they're together, you listen to them poke fun at each other and take sides as often as you can.
I have loved these granparents for nearly twenty years, but only now do I have any real access to them; before now, it has been me letting them serve me breakfast and them trying to come up with things to ask that I won't roll my eyes at. I hope we still have some time left to love each other with.
If you've managed to read all that, tell me about your grandparents. Do you know them, and they you? And if you won't tell, at least give them a thought. Happy (belated) Thanksgiving.
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| Yo. I am home. I am safe. It was a really long trip. Ask me about it sometime.
I will be at the cadet's welcome this Friday. Say hello, ask questions. I should be well rested and glad to see you.
PS: Boo yah, I am back in the United States. Dr. Pepper=delicious | | |
| So, I'm leaving this afternoon. I just said goodbye to the cadets here at the school, and now I wait, another hour, to leave. We'll pick up my sisters, go to the airport. Say goodbye. Again. Twenty hours later, I'll be back in my home town. Part of me can't wait. Part of me is sad to leave my family again. And part of me is just wondering if I could have done more with my trip. I've done so little here, it's like those summers in grade school where you just sat around and watched TV, wishing you had an N64, until school finally starts. My parents worked a lot, my sisters were in school, or busy. I couldn't find it in me to really connect with the youth here. There were no events where I could, really. There were exciting moments, and fun days. I guess it was really just like every other summer of my life. Mostly humdrum, with occasional moments of euphoria. Or maybe, that's just life. | | |
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