duma: or, why I need to live in africa

yesterday, my gloriously pleasant day off, I went with mi madre to see duma. good times, very good times. it’s interesting that when I like a movie, I pretty much like it completely. no complaints, no “it would’ve been better if they did such-and-such,” no alternate endings or whatnot. most other people I know tend to say, “it was good, except I thought they should have blah blah blah.” me, I like it or I don’t like it. maybe because I figure I’m sitting there for two hours, being entertained, so why would I gripe about not being entertained enough? but that’s just an idea.

so anyway, watch the movie trailer here. I’d like to get the soundtrack, but can’t seem to find if it’s been released yet or not.

now I want to watch the power of one again. maybe I can steal the tv tonight, yeah? the three places I want to go most: wales, south africa, and…well, ok, the two places I want to go most. oh how about italy? anyone who wants to give me a free ticket to any of those destinations is completely welcome to.

in case you were going to ask, no, I did not get a letter from jarom yet. but I did watch several episodes of love hina last night. which is almost the same, right? and today I got a blank notebook at barnes & noble. ah, it feels good to write on that first page. always.

outwitting the finks

why is twelve-pound tuesday seeming like just another deadline? I love twelve-pound tuesday. but I’m not ready for it yet, I haven’t got half the things I want to send. ok…I do have most of the stuff. just not all. luckily I have no work tomorrow! so I can go shopping, and mail the package, and hopefully even go get more drugs. from the doctor, I mean.

ryan drove down to sandy last night, ’cause the strong family men’s hike starts today. so I talked to him during the drive. good times. he told me some interesting ideas he has for stories, plus some older bits and pieces of other stories. honestly, he has the most intricate ideas and worlds. I’m not sure if he realizes how impressive it is. if he isn’t ever going to get around to writing everything down, I’m going out to utah with a tape recorder and make him tell me all the stories. for me, if nothing else.

I’m on hold with the doctor’s office, trying to make an appointment…typing one-handed so my neck doesn’t kill me from holding the phone all weird.

I did make a new be attles cd, and it works marvelously. listening to the beatles almost always makes me think of jarom, but particularly this part of “in my life”:

“but of all these friends and lovers
there is no one compares with you
and these memories lose their meaning
when I think of love as something new
though I know I’ll never lose affection
for people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
in my life, I love you more”

ah…I’ve outwitted the finks! the receptionist asked what I needed an appointment for, and I said it’d be a followup on my headaches. apparently I can’t make a followup visit to see ron mandrell, the physician’s assistant who I talked to before about my headaches, because “he’s a physician’s assistant, not a primary care physician, so he can’t follow [my] healthcare.” …ok, but he told me to come see him again. the receptionist didn’t care, though. then I got smart.

“…can I make an appointment to see him for something else?” I asked.

she sounded dubious. “for what?”

a moment of silence. “an ear infection,” I replied.

she wasn’t buying it. “you want to see ron mandrell because you have an ear infection.” I said yes. we both knew I was lying, but she couldn’t call me on it, could she?

mwahaha.

be attles

have you ever seen the movie help! starring the beatles? it’s a good one, although if you don’t like the beatles you probably wouldn’t enjoy the movie. anyhow, there’re these weird cultist people from…india? it wasn’t ever clear about where they were from. and they needed to get back their sacrificial ring that the girl who was supposed to be sacrificed next sent to ringo, and everytime they say “beatles” it’s pronounced like “be attles.” but quickly. sounds kinda russian almost. actually, just about any foreign accent would do.

then there are great parts like “go…to…the window! go…to…the window!” well, maybe it’s only funny if you’ve seen the movie and have some clue what I’m talking about.

so the point is, I threw together a beatles cd last night to put in my car, and it was wonderful on my way to work this morning. but, as luck would have it, only the first 3 songs copied correctly. after that they’re garbled and they skip a lot. I know it isn’t the cd player in the car, ’cause I tried it on a discman too. if I can make a new copy, though, it’ll be fabulous.

discovered something today: I don’t want to have all the getting-into-a-relationship excitement and uncertainty and finding out all sorts of interesting stuff about the other person, and the energy that goes into all of that. I just want jarom. I’ve already put so much energy into the strange relationship I have with him, and all I want to do is have him come home and move forward…I like this strange thing we’ve got going, ’cause I think he must like me, and it’s nice to be liked. mwahaha mika is liked. and maybe even loved. ee! this is plenty exciting for me. countdown is still 2 months, time enough to grow my hair longer and paint my room and sell gabe and get some more money in my bank account. and be awesomer.

I am so bony. what on earth is wrong? I swear my wrist was not this grotesquely thin yesterday. it worries me a little. maybe I’ll ask someone if I’m usually so skinny. and they’ll say yes, and I’ll think, why the heck do people let me walk around all icky like this, with emaciated limbs…but then I’ll remember that my legs don’t look emaciated, and my hips definitely don’t, not with that extra flabbage that showed up after I moved back home. just my arms are gross. euhl.

I’m dreamy romantic right now. which was pretty obvious, except the sidetrack about scrawny wrists. isn’t it wonderful to be in a good mood again? last night was exhausting in every way; kendy had a major obsessive episode while the parents were out, and it really kinda freaked me out. I was on my way into the kitchen and I heard her, sounding like she was having a nightmare, so I went to wake her up. but she was awake, and I sat on her bed to try calming her down, but after a minute she started talking to herself, jabbering and referring to me as if I weren’t there. I had no idea what to do and it seemed so psychotic, her going on like that, and I was scared. I didn’t know if she was even the slightest bit rational and if either of us were safe, physically. so I called the parents, who were on their way home from vacaville. my dad said there isn’t anything I can do when she starts obsessing, that she won’t hurt herself or anyone else, and eventually she’ll tire herself out and fall asleep.

that was another big sidetrack from dreamy romantic, huh? what I was getting at, though, was that despite being angry and scared and mopy yesterday, here I am again at mika standard emotion, or what ought to be standard. I have no cynicism at the moment, but I hereby permit such to be a part of the standard. otherwise I’ll never survive. completely optimistic all the time? not likely.

and now, as lunch break is over, I’m going to go be attle some more.

“I don’t know why you say goodbye, I say hello…”

p.s. update: mail came. letter did not. car registration did. car registration is only valid until october, stupid finks. (should read harriet the spy sometime soon.) I can see a bag of pistachios sitting by my bed, beckoning. oh crap, gotta get more pistachios to send ryan, and all the other stuff for the package. gotta mail it friday. mwahaha, no work on friday…not like I didn’t make up for it yesterday and today, but, meh.