and then the cashier at Chick-fil-A said "god bless" to me. not "have a nice day, and god bless," just "god bless." did i sneeze? i don't remember sneezing. i went to the mall to buy some used dvds and some fast food. when i'm eating my comforting fast food, i don't want to be in a situation where i have to consider the political leanings of said fast food chain. i just want my damn chicken sandwich and my waffle fries, i don't want to deal with jesus freaks. i told juliette this, and she said, "but you're in virginia." and i had absolutely nothing to say to that.
i love watching breakfast club. i put it off, and put it off, and when i finally sit down to watch it, it just gives me such a great feeling. by the end, when judd nelson strides across the football field and punches the air with his fist, a wave of euphoria comes over me. serenity is mine. i think it's partly because judd nelson was damn sexy in that movie. teen angsting aside, it's my favorite brat pack movie. forget all that sixteen candles, st. elmo's fire crap. and don't even get me started on pretty in pink. breakfast club beats 'em all, hands down. now, i'm not including john cusack's better off dead, and definitely not say anything in that category. judd nelson may be hot, but a young john cusack is hawt! he's a whole different ballpark. in fact, as jules winnfield said, ain't no fuckin' ballpark. although john cusack was in sixteen candles (he was one of the geeks, or nerds, as they called 'em way back when), he's hotter in a starring role.
i think i just like movie actors from the '80s. you know, john cusack, judd nelson, michael j. fox....but then i start thinking about cary grant, william powell, james stewart.....and don't even get me started on humphrey bogart. he had it, in spades (sam spade, that is). *winces* sorry, really bad joke, but i just couldn't help myself. if you even understood that one, you get a gold star.
i'm just going to say it comes from being a movie fiend. turner classic movies is my channel, and i don't care if another hurricane comes and tries to blow down my dorm, i'll stay glued to the tv as long as i get service. but that's just me.
and speaking of not forgetting, it's now sept. 11th. i know that, with every year, you get farther away from it, and your memories fog over and fade, embedded under other shit, but i don't want to forget the way that felt. i don't know anyone who died, so maybe i can't relate it to me personally, but it's still there. so, as you walk on by, will you call my name, when you walk away? move on, but keep a remembrance, at least. something in the back of your mind, that you can call up at will, and keep as a recollection of this thing that happened in your lifetime. the one thing that people always ask each other, after an Event of huge proportions has taken place, it's always, "where were you? where were you, what were you doing, when you got the news?" at least remember that, the place, the person you were, before this gigantic thing came along and changed it, affected you. now, maybe it wasn't in a visible, outward way, but somewhere inside you carry the scars of knowing. did you imagine yourself on the plane, fighting back and crashing into a field? or did you wonder what you would have done, having a normal, boring workday one minute, and the next be holding your husband's hand as you jump out the window of your office, therefore choosing the time and manner of your inevitable and imminent death? were you a firefighter, rushing into this skyscraper to save others, and maybe dying in the process? where were you, where were you? maybe you don't want to slap a ribbon sticker on the back of your car, or wear a flag on your shirt, or agree with the current government's decisions, but at least take a moment to think. to recall. to remember.
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you know, i was talking with nathaly the other day, and apparently your sister is smoking? wtf.
you know, i was hurt by your post the other day. since i didn't see you pretty much all summer, i wasn't included in your "true friends". hey, if you don't want to be my friend anymore, i don't care. that's your decision. but for the record, i always stuck up for you- up until the day you did that post. i may not have been all open about it and yelling at the top of my lungs while doing inane posts, but i was definitely the fucking mediator between you and aman. oh yeah, and according to your sister, he's spreading rumors that he slept with her. but i'm on his side this time. i believe him when he says he did nothing of the sort. he has better things to do with his time than trying to "destroy" your sister.
in conclusion, if you never want to speak to me again- whatever. i'm just letting you know that it wasn't my fault. i tried.
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