another comment spewed from my mind into yours….
Interesting week incoming.
Monday: I present my infamous Nietzsche paper. It is incomplete. The presentation isn’t supposed to be complete. I wanted it complete. I failed myself.
Tuesday: I go to class and day-dream of picking Mary up. Then after class i get to pick Mary up. Tuesday night is censored.
Wednesday: First day to wake up next to Mary, which is something I can’t really explain to anyone about. It has to be the closest feeling to heaven i’d believe. Later in the day i believe we are going to eat lunch/breakfast with my uncle. Then i will go to class. Then Mary and I will go to Baton Rouge where we will meet with some of her friends and have a nice night of drinking and eating.
Thursday: Thanksgiving. I will wake up either next to Mary in Lafayette Louisiana or in a gutter in Baton Rouge Louisiana. This dichotomy hinges on the amount of alcohol consumed. OH i kid.. really i kill myself Honestly if i’m driving home, i’m not drinking anything. DO not worry. I will give thanks… several times.. I will also go to Mary’s family’s home to partake of their thanksgiving ritual. Later that night Mary and I shall retire to our existentially decorated apartment where i have several movies waiting for our consumption. The Graduate, Streetcar Named Desire, The Notebook, and Finding Neverland.
Friday: Thanksgiving is celebrated at my parent’s house. Much thanks will be giving as ritualistic style dictates. Mary and I shall retire for our final night together.
Saturday 5:00 Mary and I shall wake/or be awake and begin heading toward New Orleans. Her plane leaves at 7:00. Much saddness shall be felt and we will depart.
9:00 I will be at work in Berwick Louisiana. Saddness shall change to dissappointment.
Thats all… and now for a little rant. WTF IS GOING ON WITH LAFAYETTE? We get independant films but they leave without making a mark. I see now that i missed Finding Neverland, which is a gorgeous film about the creation of Peter Pan. It also has Johnny Depp, who is sexy as hell. Wish i could be him. Mary thinks i look like him a little, bless her deceived soul. I sure love hearing her say it though. Oh well… enough spewing…
November 22nd, 2004 at 5:52 pm
hey baby… can’t stop thinking about you. i miss you. can’t wait to see you… in like 24.75 hours? made some enhancements to your birthday card (a comic book inspired two panel watercolor masterpiece, folks!!!) this morning instead of grading papers. i am such a bad teacher. on the other hand i do believe i am a good girlfriend… 😉 good luck on your presentation–though you don’t need it! this i know. sending you a text message to this effect shortly… things we must do while i am there: – watch the graduate – watch that movie with elizabeth shue (is that the notebook? the guy who wrote the book off which that movie is based, michael cunningham, read at the NYU CWP reading series last week) – pretend we’re going to watch other movies but not get around to it – [censored] – dance to “come hell or high water” i love you. a small (and happy) correction… my plane from new orleans does not leave at 7 in the a.m. it leaves at 9:46 a.m. so… we can leave a bit later than five. if it takes two hours to get from lafayette to new orleans, leaving at 6:45 would be fine…
November 23rd, 2004 at 3:25 pm
ok… sounds great.. and no the notebook isn’t the movie with elizabeth shue… it is called the saint…