All last week I was trying to figure out what time it was after hitting a wall, then in the wee hours of Saturday, we received tragic news. Perhaps it is a combination of the two that I now find myself in the unfamiliar position of having a thousand stories to tell and absolutely no ability to put two words together.
The "She's Lost That Lovin' Feeling" scene from Top Gun keeps playing in my head…
And I actually have sympathy for Austin Powers losing his mojo…
And I wanna open a window and shout "I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take this anymore!!" except it's not anyone else's fault, and I never even saw "Network" because I was 13 when the R-rated movie was released and wasn't allowed to see it, but regardless, that line expresses my frustration and irritation from the current bout of writer's block I'm obviously experiencing (clearly, an indication of this wretched run-on, poorly structured sentence)…
Hmmm, three movie references–what's up with that? Is my mental capacity reduced to life imitating art? And not even good art?? (subjective, I know….)
And it's just TICKIN' me off like there's no tomorrow 'cause a bunch of you have just "found" my blog wandering in from the Compassion bloggers page and I'm writing the least amount I've written in years. Y e a r s.
Which one of you put the kibash on me?
In my head, I just put my hands on my hips in a huff and stomped my right foot and poked out my lips like a four-year-old. Never attractive, especially when you're a grown-up, even when it's only make believe.
In other news, I spent the day with a pack of unruly, newly-commenced upcoming freshmen yesterday, and I fell in love with about 60 kids. There was a disturbing moment when **One-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named** asked me if I wanted to "walk the bridge and talk and share our feelings", but only because he probably would've told me what was on his mind.
Their daily goal? To make someone laugh. They're batting 1000 so far.