I’ve been staying off-line for the past couple of days–vegetating, watching movies, cooking, writing, shopping. The new version of The Legend of Zu, a Chinese movie with supernatural kung-fu complete with flying people and weird monsters, made even less sense then the version made in the 80’s. Despite the numerous bad reviews, my sister and I rented Ballistic: Ecks vs. Sever. It wasn’t bad, if all you’re looking for is things to blow up. Ballistic had this cheesy early 90’s feel to it though and I was sort of expecting Eddie Murphy to pop in during the middle to provide some comic relief (unfortunately, that didn’t happen). We also saw Men in Black II, which was okay, but not stellar. There were plenty of other bad movies which I wouldn’t bother to mention except that my Mom picked most of them out.
I loved the extra time I had for writing–by hand (I was attempting to stay away from the computer, mind you), but I write slowly. Perhaps averaging about a page a day. The rest of the time, I helped my sister experiment in pie-making and shopping. I would have to say that shopping is not my favorite activity. I got dragged to the mall where every other shopper was carrying paper bags printed with half-naked men (Abercrombie & Fitch is apparently big down here in Nashville). Other shoppers and salespeople have the nasty habit of staring at you while you’re trying on coats and shoes. I suppose I look like the type of person who would steal stuff–it’s happened before and maybe I should just try to be used to it. It’s like those security people at the airport. They love rummaging through my bookbag even though it only has textbooks in it.
Ah, the trials of a scruffy looking student. Maybe I should try to change my image.
So I’ll be leaving here soon, from snowless to snowed in, from southern twang to yankee drawl. My Dad kept nagging my sister and me to check the weather to make sure that our flights wouldn’t be delayed. My sister grumbled about buying umbrellas–it’s still raining in Vancouver. I spent the last couple of hours stuffing extra sweaters into my bag. I have mixed feelings about going back. For one thing, it’s back to the daily grind, but then again, I’m also independent (and alone) once more.
1. What was the best moment/time for you in 2002?
It’s hard to say since bad moments seem to be more memorable. Maybe graduating?
2. Is there something significant that will be different for you in 2003? How come, or why not?
Not really. It’ll still be classes and labwork for me (I feel like the perpetual student).
3. Some people really enjoy celebrating New Years. Do you? Do you have a ritual associated with the arrival of the new and passing of the old? What is it?
I celebrate by going to sleep earlier. Of course, my resolution for going to bed at a reasonable time only holds up for a few days.