|A Pippin Thing To Do - A Thanksgiving To Remember
||[Saturday, December 6th 2003]
I suppose I simply must get this updating thing over with, because it's really bugging me, as if it's an unfinished assignment in school or a broken promise. Nasty feeling.
Well, I appear to have a mild form of enfluenza. Heh, somehow I like that word much better than simply "flu." Mild, as in - sore all over, especially in the joints, sore throat, no appetite, but fever not high enough to be able to stay at home from school or work afterwards (due to the most cold-hearted parents in Arda and a test in bloody biolody and french.)
At last, I am in bed snuggled up with my laptop, a book, my kitty Belladonna, and my discman. Which is good. Today I slept at least a full 14 hours. Of course, we did want to go shopping downtown today, but the illness thwarted all that. Well, there is still something to look forward next week. Opera! We're seeing "Faust." Oh, and the annual tradition of going to see Jeoffrey Ballet's rendition of "The Nutcracker." More good stuff - only two weeks of school, and the wednesday of the last is THE RETURN OF THE KING!!!
Outside, it is freezing, but still there is no snow. Only 19 days until Xmas and the fact that there is no snow is really quite depressing. That totally ruins the spirit of the season. We had better not have another Christmas and New Year's without snow like last year. Well, no, I lie. Last year, we did have one humongous snowfall, but all the snow promptly melted, and in spite of all my hopes, it was not renewed.
The one thing that is good about cold (relatively) is that I get to wear my cute matching mittens, scarf, and beret from Burberry and my coat trimmed with llama. Heh, I am such a north shore prep, although I don't want to be.
At school, nothing new is happening. I am still miraculously getting an A in Calculus. Heh, sophomore and taking calculus, a college course, much less passing. I am so proud of myself, in between being stressed out.
My online life consists of running my LOTR rpg along with Lilly. Never realized how much fun that could be. I may start another AU one.
Yesterday was my first day at work. Again. I'm doing that video-editing thing again for the folks at the place where my little brother does speech therapy. I don't really like my boss... but hey, I can get along well even with Lucifer himself.
Among my friends, several amusing things happened.
One thing that happened back during Thanksgiving was the reason I named this entry what I did.
I'll tell you all about it, beginning with what happened on Thanksgiving. Okay, so my beloved cousin Alexis from Iowa was here, and stayed for three days. I swear, the two of us are just like Merry and Pippin. As in the close friendship and constant foolery. Of course, that entailed so many wonderful things, like staying up until 3 in the morning having pillowfight skirmishes, watching movies, and just general Tookish foolishness. Except one day the foolishness went a little too far. On the Friday after Thanksgiving, we went to Old Orchard and wanted to see "Master and Commander." I admit, one of my primary motivations was the fact that Billy Boyd was in it. And the rave reviews. Of course.
Anyway, the fact that it was a truly good movie (and I only, indeed, go to see good movies) was reflected in the fact that the tickets for the 3:00 show were sold out, and the next show we barely got into (we got the last tickets!) was in an hour. So our parents drove us to the pet shop, mainly at the demands of my younger brother, who was with us too. In the meantime, by cousin and I started messing around yet again, and we started writing things on the fogged - up windows. Among them, "Help, we are being kidnapped" and "Call police."
Because someone actually did call the police.
I'll leave the details of the scene that ensued up to your imagination, but let me just tell you. For perhaps the first time in my life, I was, in all honesty, frightened. The first thought that shot through my head as the police officers hauled us all, both the kids and the parents, to the parking lot for rather forceful questioning, was the fact that I was definitely not going to see "Master and Comander" and that it was very luckily that my stupidity was going to land me at a police station and goodness knows what else.
Luckily, we got off relatively easy, because by the time the police got there, the evidence was gone, and the windows where we wrote stuff were thawed. There was not real proof.
So we did get to see Master and Commander, and everything turned out wonderful. I got off easy at home, too. Except for the fact that my mom somehow for a few hours thought that I was some sort of juvenile delinquent and told me that I was, contrary to every natural instinct of the North Shore teenager, going to
schwab the decks scrub the floor manually in punishment the next day, I was not even grounded, and I was still allowed to go to the movies.
The movie, needless to say, was brilliant. At first, orf course, my cuz and I played a little game of "look for Pippin" in the movie, but then we stopped because, although Billy Boyd was one of the greatest assets of the movie, he was by far not the only one, lol. The film was amazing - brilliant battles, character conflict, and extremely historically accurate, down the the most gory of details, in the entire sense of the word. For perhaps the first time in my movie-viewing history, I nearly wept in sympathy as I watched one of the sailors disappear under the cruel waved and perish, and how his captain was forced to look on, helpless to do anything at all, because if he were to return and save that one life, he would have to forfeit the lived of many others, and was thus forced with a terrible choice.
Billy, of course, was amazing in his few moments in the limelight. I loved how he was always at the rudder, and how he mispronounced "south" when he said "Aye, aye, sou, sou west!" and how he wore striped pants and played cricket on a stopover on he Galapagos Islannds.
Russel Crowe, of course, was his usual heroic, powerful - leader self, just like in gladiator, although we do sympathize with his sense of duty to king and country, in conflict with a sense of duty to his men.
Sometimes I am very thankful to have such parents.