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The world looks mighty good to me
‘Cause Tootsie Rolls are all I see
Whatever it is I think I see
Becomes a Tootsie Roll to me!
Tootsie Roll how I love your chocolatey chew
Tootsie Roll I think I’m in love with you
Whatever it is I think I see
Becomes a Tootsie Roll to me!
Dude.
So I’ve been looking for a new coat; one that, as me Da puts it, “doesn’t look like I’m about to go skiing”. My mom and I went looking on Monday and there was this gray one I was conisidering.
Long.
“Fleet Street Wool”.
Not shabby.
But I was hoping for it in black.
We didn’t buy it. For one thing, I thought it was too expensive.
My mom insisted we go back today. I didn’t drag my feet too much if anything because I know my leaving is not on my parents’ number one happy family moments of 2006, so I’m trying.
That gray coat was still there…but I still wanted it in black. I wasn’t overly committed to it, either, so that was another thing against it. I didn’t want my parents to spend that kind of money on something I kind of fancied.
But then, my mom went and looked at this other rack of coats. She pulled out a black, long, Fleet Street Wool coat and asked me if it was what I had been looking for.
Dude. It was frickin’ amazing!
“Go, Mom!”
To make it a thousand times better, it was on sale.
Has anyone been to IMDB lately?
I was looking up something for my recent Veronica Mars post and they re-arranged things again. Instead of listing the guest stars per episode, they have the seasons listed at the very beginning and then it breaks down from there by episode. Also, when looking up a specific actor, it lists all the guest spots along with the major filmography. The stints on talk shows is listed by date and episode as well. You can even check out those specific episodes to see who else was a guest that night.
Interesting.
I can’t say we’re friends because we really aren’t. I’ve just admired you from afar. But seriously, Veronica, what’s going on with you these days?
I still like you, don’t get me wrong. It’s just…well…you seem to have changed this year. First, you and Logan break up and then you’re back with him???? Everyone knows you belong with Logan and Duncan’s just…well, all wrong for you. LoVe all the way!
It seems like you’ve lost your focus. Last year, it was all about who killed Lily. This year there’s the bus crash, Meg and the Kane love-child, and the Fitzpatricks with who killed Felix? And it seems that we forgot about the murder of Amelia DeLongpre?
What’s going on, Veronica Mars?
Your attitude seems to have adjusted, too. I think you were more fun last year. Is it bitterness? I don’t know. I know what it is. You miss Logan. Yes. That must be it.
You got the cult thing down, though. I gotta give you that. Charisma Carptener and Alyson Hannigan of the Buffy persuasion, Kevin Smith and Joey Lauren Adams of ViewAskew, and the greatest of them all, the Master himself: Joss Whedon.
But now what? - I ask you.
Now what?
Remember how I was saying that we walked all over Boston?
Well I definitely got blisters out of the deal. It occurred to me that my Sketchers are not the ideal walking shoes. They’re not even very fashionable.
But I like ‘em. I’ve walked all over New York with them, traipsed about Bandolier in them (they’re not really meant for hiking, either, just for the record), visited the Philippines in them, and now touched the great historical city of Boston with their soles.
I’m thinking of having them bronzed.
Okay. I need comments on this.
In my post about the casting of Gwen Stacy , I say that I’m for Bryce Dallas Howard. I think it’s a good call. She just needs to be blonde.
But Larry disagrees with me. He thinks Elisha Cuthbert would be a better Gwen.
I promptly teased him about Elisha Cuthbert just being a hot chick and that his decision had nothing to do with the merit of her acting.
Admittedly, I am not familiar with this actress and have only seen Howard in The Village. I was impressed by her performance, however, and think that she would do the role of Gwen Stacy some justice.
I have intentions of renting something that Elisha Cuthbert is in.
So what say thee? Who would make a better Gwen?
Comments please!
Sunday the 22nd of January 2006 - back in Illinois
I ended up going over to my cousin’s house for dinner. My mom didn’t pressure me to do so, I seriously wanted to go.
On the drive into Elgin, I told my mom all about my trip. Part of me wondered if she was even listening, but she said she was glad that I had a good time. I even told her about going to church that morning.
It was nice to see my Ates when it wasn’t obligatory, like Thanksgiving and Christmas. I’m actually trying really hard to stay in touch with my family. My younger cousin Bree told my Ate Ruby that she was going to miss me when I was gone. I laughed at that. I see Bree maybe twice a year, I doubt she’ll even realize my absence.
After dinner, my Ate Miriam and Ate Ruby told my mother and I about the visionary they went to see in Aurora. This man is one of six visionaries from Croatia and has seen Our Lady, has spoken to Her, and brings Her message to one and all. I wasn’t skeptical of this tale because in spite of everything, I believe that it’s possible.
I was feeling uneasy about the discussion, however. My glass was filling again and I wasn’t able to absorb it all in a manner I would have liked. When Ate Ruby gave me a blessed prayer book to take with me to Japan and keep with me, my glass overflowed.
I fought back tears. I wanted Ate Ruby to take back the book. I was not worthy of such a thing. I was not worthy of God’s love. This is…not going…well…
I managed to make an exit shortly after receiving the book. I whispered to my cousin that I would try to be worthy of her gift and bid my family goodbye.
The second I got behind the wheel, tears were streaming down my face. I was definitely overwhelmed with God. First, in Boston with my sister, and now with my cousins in Elgin.
My cup runneth over…
It was probably not the wisest decision to drive home, but I did anyway. I wanted to go straight to Church, knowing that Teen Mass was in progress. I wanted to go and confess my sins. I wanted to call Allison but persuaded myself out of it. I wanted to go to Grant’s house, or the Halfway House…but kept driving past the Summit.
I was not worthy.
That thought kept playing over and over again in my head. I was not worthy. I am not worthy.
How could God love such an abomination?
Later, when I put these thoughts to sleep for a while, I ended up telling Grant and Mark about my God freakout. I was grateful to tell them about it. I knew that in them I would find the comfort I was desperately seeking. I just wish I hadn’t gotten so upset.
I am told over and over again that there’s nothing wrong with me. Somewhere deep inside, I know this. It’s just…buried under a hell of a lot of doubt. Thomas and I have a lot in common in that respect.
I am not trying to make things difficult. I am trying to understand what’s going on in my head.
I am trying to accept and believe…to have faith in myself and in what I once held dear.
To know that I am worthy.
As we flew over Chicago, I couldn’t help but marvel at its beauty from above the clouds.
There’s just something incredibly breathtaking about the city when it’s all lit up against the outline of the Chicago Skyline.
It’s good to be home.
Sunday the 22nd of January 2006
We went to church this morning at Park Street Church. My sister said it was a Prebyterian service. I had never been to one before. Regardless of the service, I felt a little awkward sitting in the church.
My sister is very pious and devoted to the service of the Lord. She does not impress her views and beliefs unto me, and I respect her for that. There was a time that I was just as devoted, but there is no doubt in my mind that I have lost my way.
It was interesting sitting through the service. After the awkwardness and discomfort, it was…like the glass was filling again, regardless of the same amount of water…it was better than an empty glass.
We went made our way to Chinatown after the service. I was amused — of course we would end up in Chinatown. At least we were going to Dim Sum.
Stephie got us a little turned about, though…so we stopped at a Dunkin’ Donuts first. Considering all the things that have been happening on this trip, I’m not surprised that we are getting breakfast shortly before lunch. It seems to make sense to my sister. And hell, I certainly wanted the coffee.
One of Joanne’s friends was meeting us at Chau Chow City. No, you’re not reading it wrong. Best. Name. Ever.
Colleen was actually Chinese and Filipino like me. We swapped stories about the Philippines. She guesses that our families probably know each other and not in the joking “all Asian families know each other” kind of way. Her family was one of the first to immigrate to the Philippines and they helped many other Chinese find jobs and lives for themselves on the Islands. I told her about our families real last name: “Our real family name is O Young, but when my grandfather moved to the Philippines it becamse Lim.”
“Oh then we must have some kind of connection,” she decided. “Our family name was once Lim and I guess it was given to a lot of the immigrants when they came over.”
Pretty funny.
I was scheduled to leave shortly after lunch. I was reluctant if anything because I would miss my sister.
“You’ll come see me in Indonesia, right?”
“Unless you’re living in a hut. Then I might have to persuade you to stop in Japan on your way back to the States instead.”
Of all my friends, Stephie is probably the most likely to be able to see me while I’m living in Osaka.
I hope she gets the chance to come see me.
If all else fails, I’ve never been to Jakarta.