May the Fourth be with you!
May. 4th, 2007 07:59 amHappy International Star Wars day!
And now for
thefridayfive, which was put up last night, but I felt like waiting 'til it was actually Friday this time to answer.
My life would not be the same without this...
I’m going to preface this by saying these types of questions are hard for me. I realize it doesn’t say “the most” so I don’t need to feel bad if I’m overlooking something in my long life. Then again, should I ever feel bad over a meme thingie? Probably not.
1. song/movie/book: The way this is worded implies that I only need to pick one of the threeeven though no one else answered it that way. :P I’ll say Star Wars, meaning all six movies, which really is cheating, but… oh well. I grew up loving it, my brother and I played with our action figures (our favorite was Bossk, hence the icon on this post; we each had one and they got so beat up I think after a while his couldn’t move any appendages cuz they all had to be superglued back in place) – and what we played actually didn’t resemble Star Wars at all. We were complete dorks. ETA: Aw, crud, I forgot to mention more recent stuff! The PT. I can't say Episodes 1 or 2 grabbed me enough to renew my Star Wars obsession. But by the time Episode 3 came out I was on Livejournal, and that's what made me seek out other people to obsess about it with -- I discovered that LJ could be used to join communities and meet some really cool online buds. And now I've met two of you guys in person, even! Awesome. Two years after the release of Episode 3, I still think about Star Wars every day. I love it.
2. Person: My brother. I have him to thank, in large part, for my happy childhood. I was pretty socially inept at school, and though I did eventually fall in with my little nerd friends, I spent most of my free time with him. We never fought like normal siblings do. We’re only a year and six days apart in age, so I’m sure that made a huge difference. I remember my parents warning us that we’d “hate” each other once we were teenagers. Ha! It never happened. He’s one of the few people that can make me crack up for no reason. I’m really lucky to have him living next door now.
3. Place: My parents’ house, which is now technically just my mom’s house. How many kids can say they grew up in the same house, never having to move? We moved to Arizona from New Jersey when we kids were 4 and 3, so we don’t remember much about our old house. It’s funny how I used to think we were poor when I got to be junior high and high school age. Ha! I didn’t know what poor was. But I went to school with a bunch of rich kids, because the state hadn’t gotten around to building them their own schools yet to catch up with the growth of this area. That’s kinda beside the point though. Point is… I love that house. It looks very different now inside and out, compared to when I was a kid, but it’s still “my house.”
4. Event: I’m going to take the mushy road here and say this dream I had back in 1998, I think? Maybe 1999. It was about my dad dying. He and I had a rocky relationship all through my childhood, and it did improve some after I moved out in 1995, but we weren’t at all close. No one in my family is the mushy type, we never hug and say “I love you” and all that. Anyway, I had this extremely vivid dream from which I woke up crying in the middle of the night, and felt inspired to write my dad a nice long letter. I would be seeing him the next day for his birthday dinner. I was sooooooooooo happy he wasn’t really dead, I remember I went and bought donuts for the office that morning (at my old job). So I gave him the letter and told him to read it later. He wrote me one in return that made me realize I was indeed loved and he was proud of me, blah blah. We never talked about those letters other than to thank each other for writing them. (We just don’t talk about feelings in my family – except for my brother and I to each other) And now, though we’re by no means mushy, we have a pretty darn good relationship.
5. Self Indulgence: I swear it’s a necessity, not an indulgence, so I’ll go with the internet. CAN’T.LIVE.WITHOUT!
For those of you who care... I won't be around as much this weekend :( I have things tonight, tomorrow all day, and Sunday afternoon! Blah. But... yay weekend!
And now for
My life would not be the same without this...
I’m going to preface this by saying these types of questions are hard for me. I realize it doesn’t say “the most” so I don’t need to feel bad if I’m overlooking something in my long life. Then again, should I ever feel bad over a meme thingie? Probably not.
1. song/movie/book: The way this is worded implies that I only need to pick one of the three
2. Person: My brother. I have him to thank, in large part, for my happy childhood. I was pretty socially inept at school, and though I did eventually fall in with my little nerd friends, I spent most of my free time with him. We never fought like normal siblings do. We’re only a year and six days apart in age, so I’m sure that made a huge difference. I remember my parents warning us that we’d “hate” each other once we were teenagers. Ha! It never happened. He’s one of the few people that can make me crack up for no reason. I’m really lucky to have him living next door now.
3. Place: My parents’ house, which is now technically just my mom’s house. How many kids can say they grew up in the same house, never having to move? We moved to Arizona from New Jersey when we kids were 4 and 3, so we don’t remember much about our old house. It’s funny how I used to think we were poor when I got to be junior high and high school age. Ha! I didn’t know what poor was. But I went to school with a bunch of rich kids, because the state hadn’t gotten around to building them their own schools yet to catch up with the growth of this area. That’s kinda beside the point though. Point is… I love that house. It looks very different now inside and out, compared to when I was a kid, but it’s still “my house.”
4. Event: I’m going to take the mushy road here and say this dream I had back in 1998, I think? Maybe 1999. It was about my dad dying. He and I had a rocky relationship all through my childhood, and it did improve some after I moved out in 1995, but we weren’t at all close. No one in my family is the mushy type, we never hug and say “I love you” and all that. Anyway, I had this extremely vivid dream from which I woke up crying in the middle of the night, and felt inspired to write my dad a nice long letter. I would be seeing him the next day for his birthday dinner. I was sooooooooooo happy he wasn’t really dead, I remember I went and bought donuts for the office that morning (at my old job). So I gave him the letter and told him to read it later. He wrote me one in return that made me realize I was indeed loved and he was proud of me, blah blah. We never talked about those letters other than to thank each other for writing them. (We just don’t talk about feelings in my family – except for my brother and I to each other) And now, though we’re by no means mushy, we have a pretty darn good relationship.
5. Self Indulgence: I swear it’s a necessity, not an indulgence, so I’ll go with the internet. CAN’T.LIVE.WITHOUT!
For those of you who care... I won't be around as much this weekend :( I have things tonight, tomorrow all day, and Sunday afternoon! Blah. But... yay weekend!
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Date: 2007-05-04 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-05 01:45 am (UTC)My favourite when I was a kid was chewy.
He was so big and fuzzy. I have a really old Chewbacca Christmas ornament!
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Date: 2007-05-04 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-04 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-04 07:19 pm (UTC)You'll know when it comes :)
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Date: 2007-05-04 09:12 pm (UTC)Thanks in advance, "Jar-Jar" ;) (you got him cuz you're a troublemaker!)
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Date: 2007-05-04 09:16 pm (UTC)You know it!
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Date: 2007-05-05 06:05 am (UTC)I think its great that you and your brother get along so well :). And the story about your Dad is really sweet! Makes me think I should do something similar, especially as my Dad is in his twilight years (he really is, I'm not just a youngin' saying that, he was born in 1927).
Also *clings to the internets* Gods I don't know what I'd do without it either!
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Date: 2007-05-06 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-06 07:56 am (UTC)Yea I really should, 'cos we're not that close and I think I'll always regret not getting mushy at least once, when he passes away.
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Date: 2007-05-05 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-06 12:49 am (UTC)Okay, I'm here now, and you're not. You better leave me a message tonight. I'll leave my AIM on overnight just for you to do so! :P