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"It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue, and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind they don’t see or care."
"I waited there at the end of my street for the bus, got on, and already started cringing over what I was about to endure during the day. It is amazing the emotions a person goes through before real tragedy hits. In my naïve sensibility, I was dreading high school; being around the kids that hated me (and the feeling was mutual), the endless boring lessons teachers preached, and the lonely feeling of not having a girlfriend. I was a teenager, caught up with my own dramas in life that I rarely looked around me. And beyond that, I was a typical American; entitled with the feeling that I am all-important in this mad, mad, world. I, like many people, was in for a very rude awakening before the end of the day.
I got off the bus, and walked slowly, dreading every moment of it. Through the hallways, my peers flooded every which-way with their self-important lives. Some were talking about their boyfriends/girlfriends. Some were talking about how the school’s football team; Titans, were doing. And some were just in their own little world: like me. I walked to my locker, got my Sociology book, and headed to my first hour class. For the life of me, I do not recall that class that day.
Second hour, I had Earth Science. Mr. May taught it. He looked like a combination of Stone Cold Steve Austin and Bill Goldberg. He had a sense of humor too. While Mr. May was teaching (and for the life of me, I also do not remember), a tragedy occurred elsewhere…
It was not until third hour, geometry, that I got a shock of my lifetime. The TV was on, which is very rare in that class. Ms. Curnutte was hysterical, saying over and over: “This was no accident, this was deliberate.”
What I found out then, a plane hit one of the World Trade Center towers in New York while I was in Earth Science. A second plane hit the second tower right before geometry started. I would never forget the first image of that tall building with smoke coming out of it. Everyone in that class was in disbelief. No one said a word. There was no lesson in that class that day. Just kids and a frantic woman, watching history unfold on TV.”
I know the ice bucket challenge is for charity and all, BUT, anyone ever stopped and wondered how much water was wasted during these ‘challenges?’ Why not just donate? I don’t get it. I get the charity. I don’t get wasting water.
"Every now and then we find ourselves living through moments that make no sense at all. It’s almost as if some omnipotent film editor has snipped us out of our familiar everyday movie and spliced us into something completely random, from a different time and genre and even from a foreign country and partially animated, because suddenly you look around you and the language is unknown and nothing that happens has any relationship to what you think of as reality."
"Normal life: It’s comforting exactly because it is dull and often pointless, and it slowly lulls us all into a state of waking slumber. It makes us fixate on stupid, meaningless things like running out of toothpaste or breaking a shoelace, as if these things were overwhelmingly significant - and all the while the truly important stuff we are ignoring is sharpening its fangs and slinking up behind us. In the one or two brief moments of real insight we get in our lives, we may realize that we are being hypnotized by irrelevant trivia, and we may even wish for something exciting and different to come along to help us focus and drive these stupid niggling trifles out of our minds."
"Something was coming; I knew it, and I couldn’t stop it. It was like watching a piano fall from a tall building and knowing that in just a few seconds there is going to be a huge and terrible crash and there is nothing you can do but wait for it. But even though this piano was entirely in my head, I still found myself bracing for the shattering din when it inevitably hit the pavement."
“Dickie Attenborough was passionate about everything in his life – family, friends, country and career. He made a gift to the world with his emotional epic ‘Gandhi’ and he was the perfect ringmaster to bring the dinosaurs back to life as John Hammond in ‘Jurassic Park.’ He was a dear friend and I am standing in an endless line of those who completely adored him.”
As far as a finale goes - it was good. Wasn’t awesome or epic like ‘Six Feet Under’ or ‘Breaking Bad.’ Wasn’t terrible or disappointing like ‘The X-Files’ or ‘Dexter.’ It was much like the show had been, more of the same. Nothing wrong with that at all.
I won’t miss it as it overstayed its welcome four seasons ago, but it’s nice to see a show find a decent enough closure (which is rare). Wish Alan Ball wrote/directed the finale. That would have been more fitting.
I save this PREVIEW/SAMPLE of \m/ to the very last. And the last is in my opinion, one of my favorite sections I’ve written in the story.
I keep saying this over and over - I am in fact about done going through the beast…
Buenafest was a weekend event at the tail-end of July for the city of Buena Heights, located between Main Street and Dodge Park Rd. The early years of Buenafest consisted of a few stands of local arts and crafts, and a few local bands would perform for free at designated beer tents. Since then, it expanded. A stage was built near Dodge Park. The local bands turned to big names like Foreigner, REO Speedwagon, and Starship with Mickey Thomas (the city officials still kept their word to the city, making Buenafest a FREE annual event to look forward to in the middle of the summer). The arts and crafts stands reach out to out-of-state vendors, hopeful to make some money off the city’s event. In recent years, a rip-off carnival had taken over majority of Dodge Park’s presence during Buenafest, attracting teeny bopper galore.