Ok I usually write blogs about the stupidest things and am terribly apathetic towards politics, but after watching the news these past few days and reading on the computer I’ve just become sick of it all.
Michael Jackson was just a human being. He has just as much worth as the protestors in Iran and the people dying in Africa. It upsets me to see more and more people talking about Michael’s death than the turmoil with our economy or protestors in Iran.
Now don’t get me wrong. It’s sad that Michael died, but I cannot wrap my mind around someone crying and this sudden surge in popularity after his death. Sure he was a great singer and I am sad he died so young but cmon. Al Sharpton talking about setting up memorials to Jackson in major cities around the U.S, really?
I should have known though, it’s expected that people care about celebrities like they do, even if I don’t. I can understand that. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I dislike this ridiculous amount of media coverage that he’s getting while when he was alive the very same media tore him down.
This summer has been dedicated to romantic comedies.
I have been chugging along through the list of the all time greats. I’v been addicted to the brat pack movies of the 80’s; the fashion, the music, the richies, and the zoids. After watching pretty much every movie dedicated to high school in the 1980’s/early 90’s, I’ve come to a decision: Pretty In Pink is my favorite (and possibly the best) 80’s movie. Don’t get me wrong, it was hard to choose. In fact, as I type this very sentence I’ve decided that Ferris Buellers Day Off is just as good. So I’m calling it a tie.
Molly Ringwald….*sigh*…..I am in love with her. She is excellent in Pretty in Pink (although much more attractive in 16 candles in my opinion).
I wish I could go back in time and tell Duckie to keep dancing to “Try A Little Tenderness” and stay away from the garbage that is “Two and a Half Men”. Charlie Sheen too.
I do apologize (to all three people who read this blog when they’re bored) about my lack of blogging activities. It’s not that I’m so busy that I can’t find absolutely no time to turn out some sort of dribble on here, in fact I have quite a lot of free time. I’ve just become extremely lazy.
My summer so far has been without incident. I’ve started work at Office Depot and work pretty much every night stocking and fixing up the store. It’s boring but I work by myself so I like it.
On my first week there I was learning how to check people out on the register and a couple gave me their money and as I was counting it a fly flew up my nose. Im not making this up. I started rubbing by nose and blowing and finally he popped out. Somehow I managed to do this without the couple knowing or drawing attention to myself.
At night the manager has to count the register and he picks whoever is standing closest to him to double check his counting and it turned out to be me. As I was counting I realized this was the first time I had ever held a thousand dollars in my hands and you know what? It wasn’t as much money as you think (partially because it was all in hundred dollar bills). Still, it’s quite a bit of money to my nineteen year old self.
I’ve recently subscribed to Netflix and I think the moment I did I kissed goodbye to what little social life I had for the rest of the summer. I spend so much time on Netflix reading reviews and looking at movies recommend to me it’s not even funny.
Every day for the past week Alex, Ben, my brother, and I have been driving to Ault elementary in Fairfield to play 2 on 2 basketball. Alex and I are one team and my brother and Ben are on the other. Alex and I have dubbed our team name as “Team BAWS” (pronounced BOSS) which stands for “Brian Alex Williamson Sanders” (our names combined in a weird order). While the enemy has dubbed their name (a rather lame one if I do say so myself) as “Team BS squared”, which stands for Ben Beadle Steven Sanders”….Iknowright?
We play 3 games and best two out of three wins the title of “CHAMPIONS FOR THE DAY”. Team BAWS has won one title while team BS squared has won one also. Although I am not considering their win as an actually win because I rolled my ankle (pain) in the second game which allowed them to score without challenge from me.
Nights spent staying up late, reading too much, working with people I’ll probably never see again, hot days, dry summer grass, and old memories.
"What does everybody want from me? Leave me alone. I don’t want to go back. I’m tired of everything. I’m tired of my lawyer and my accountant and I can’t help anybody. I can’t help the cancer society and I can’t help the blind people and the kidney victims, I can’t help my sister and I don’t want to get married Isobel. It’s the last thing I need now is a family and a commitment. Isobel?"
At both entrances to my neighborhood there are two big lakes. At the end of last summer I left for college and my trips home were mostly for holidays and the occasional weekend. This past semester as I pull into my neighborhood I drive past the lake I began to notice that there is a girl standing there listening to music. She stands on the corner by the bench and just stares at the lake and occasionally looks at the cars that pass. She’s probably in middle school or early high school, but come rain or shine; I can usually guarantee her to be out there when I drive by during the afternoons.
Now I am not the only person to notice this girl. My mom and my brother have also developed this weird fascination with this girl, coining her Lake Girl. Sometimes my brother will even declare when he gets home from school “Saw the girl by the lake on my way home” nonchalantly.
The other day I had fallen asleep watching T.V upstairs in my game room and I had left the doors open. So when my brother came home from school I woke up and just kind of laid there on the couch and I could hear my brother talking to my mom. All of a sudden I began to pay attention to what he was saying. Apparently when he drives by he always waves to the lake girl, and that day, she flagged him over. She asked if he had gotten a new truck and he said no. He asked her how she was doing and she said “good” and then a few cars were waiting behind him in the street so he had to leave.
I was shocked. My fascination with Lake Girl was suddenly renewed. I asked him questions about what their conversation entailed and “Why didn’t you ask her why she stands out by the lake all the time?!” he said he didn’t really think to and mostly because he didn’t have time.
I don’t know what it is but I like having something to daydream about. I like to have a routine, something that I can guarantee, no matter what, will always be there. Like the sound my fan makes at night or the way my mom’s car air conditioner smells when you first turn it on or how goldfish taste so much better after swimming. I don’t know what it is but Lake Girl has become one of those routines to me; I can count on her to be standing by the lake when I drive by. Maybe I should wave to her instead of watching her out of the corner of my eye when I drive by. Perhaps shed wave back.
