Going Away
Aug. 6th, 2003 12:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
merelynFirst off, I think Chapter Four is finished. The more I write of this thing, the more I hate it, until I get a really good idea for something and then I like it again. I don't think I have the temperament to really handle being a writer though. I need to develop a skin.
Also, I went to dinner and a movie with Emily, Anna and Molly. We saw Bend It Like Beckham.
It was okay. Props for Britishness, but it was too long in the beginning/middle. What really bothered me was that it was so close to being cool and leaving the romantic subplot in a "This isn't going to work I'm moving away and my Indian family will hate you" position.
I was really disappointed when it ended up with the guy deciding to wait for her and being embraced by the family. Just a little too forced, I thought. Unrealistic. Am I cynical for thinking that?
Thirdly, my dad stopped over during his lunch break. This is a very common occurrence by itself, but today he read me a poem. Apparently, he found it, and it spoke to him and he adapted it to fit his own situation.
It was all about how he dreaded September coming because Meg and I were leaving and he had to let us go and even when we came back we'd be different and it would never be the same. I hugged him and had to tuck my face into his shirt until I got my tears under control. Even now as I'm writing this I'm tearing up. I'm really going to miss my dad. I really am. He's one of the few people on the planet who I can talk to about anything and he makes me laugh all the time and I can tease him about being old and I don't know...I just love him. And I don't say that seriously about many people.
Anyway, the whole thing made me think of everything else I'm going to miss when I go away, and none of it is exactly what I thought would.
Christ. Now I'm depressed. I wonder what that emoticon looks like.
Also, I went to dinner and a movie with Emily, Anna and Molly. We saw Bend It Like Beckham.
It was okay. Props for Britishness, but it was too long in the beginning/middle. What really bothered me was that it was so close to being cool and leaving the romantic subplot in a "This isn't going to work I'm moving away and my Indian family will hate you" position.
I was really disappointed when it ended up with the guy deciding to wait for her and being embraced by the family. Just a little too forced, I thought. Unrealistic. Am I cynical for thinking that?
Thirdly, my dad stopped over during his lunch break. This is a very common occurrence by itself, but today he read me a poem. Apparently, he found it, and it spoke to him and he adapted it to fit his own situation.
It was all about how he dreaded September coming because Meg and I were leaving and he had to let us go and even when we came back we'd be different and it would never be the same. I hugged him and had to tuck my face into his shirt until I got my tears under control. Even now as I'm writing this I'm tearing up. I'm really going to miss my dad. I really am. He's one of the few people on the planet who I can talk to about anything and he makes me laugh all the time and I can tease him about being old and I don't know...I just love him. And I don't say that seriously about many people.
Anyway, the whole thing made me think of everything else I'm going to miss when I go away, and none of it is exactly what I thought would.
Christ. Now I'm depressed. I wonder what that emoticon looks like.
