So it turns out that there are actually drawbacks to getting food poisoning:
1. you feel like death
2. you can't get any work done - not so good around exam time.
Dear Potato Salad: I do not love you so much anymore.
The thing is, how is anyone supposed to get any work done when TSN is playing movies like "16 Candles" and "Peggy Sue Got Married"? [incidentally - i am not complaining... it's a nice break from regular TSN programming: there's only so much Days of Thunder that anyone can stomach].
Ah, 16 Candles, what a classic! Could Anthony Michael Hall be ANY cuter than at that moment he wakes up with his headgear on and gives a smile full of braces goodness? But oh! it's terrible... lines like:
"There's your chinaman, grampa", and
Grampa (on the phone): "he's wearing red shoes and a red argyle sweater.... NO! he's not retarded!"
We have come a long way, baby.
I'm quoting Virginia Slims. Kill me now.
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In Peggy Sue Got Married, Kathleen Turner goes back 25 years to high school... and Coppola creates such a wonderful aura; nostalgic, so wistful that it's almost tangible. She gets to hug her mother, walk into her childhood bedroom, talk to her grandmother on the phone . What would I give to talk to my grandmother on the phone? Or sit with her and learn how to make pan rolls or dahl. Imagine that my mother had died... how would it feel to touch her again? No one's face is as soft as my mother's.
The whole thing caught me off-guard, and i suddenly realized that i was crying. Noiseless TV tears streamed down my cheeks as i imagined how it would feel to go back ten years to some mystical sunlit era of innocence when i didn't know about heart attacks, or cancer, or murder.
It kills me to think about my parents dying... or something else happening, another tragedy, maybe worse. Because i have learned that bad things do NOT only happen to other people. They happen to me and the people I love. I think about something happening to my brother or sister and it scares me so that i can't breathe. What if right now is the golden moment? What if this is my sunlit era of innocence?
As my family ages, my friends drift apart, everything is changing. I want to touch my index fingers together and freeze the frame, like in that tv show. Capture those moments when the clementine is sweet, when i sneak a cartwheel in the hall, when my sister and i bond in the bathroom, when radiohead strikes that perfect chord and i feel the shiver down my spine.
it makes me think of that movie, i forget what it's called, where people die and go to heaven where they get to choose their one perfect moment, their favorite memory. It gets reconstructed exactly, and that is where they spend eternity.
What would i choose?
How do you look through your life and pick the one moment when all the stars were perfectly aligned?
3:19 a.m. - 2001-04-10
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