Watched yesterday: Elizabethtown finally.
I loved it. I cried unabashedly when Susan Sarandon's character, Hollie Baylor, was tap dancing to Moon River after giving a eulogy for her husband Mitch. My heart broke into a million pieces; those little pieces are still scattered in the room, getting covered by dust.
I want to be Claire. I want to pretend I'm Claire.
Finished reading the other day: Cures for Heartbreak by Margo Rabb. It's beautiful.
Michael Chabon wrote the blurb and said, "it made me feel grateful for my life, for my family, and above all for the world that brings us gifts..." His blurb was the main reason I got convinced to buy the book despite my budget. Also, I thought the premise was familiar. I needed it.
"If she dies, I'll die" Fifteen-year-old Mia writes on her journal, referring to her mom who was diagnosed with cancer.
I loved it. I cried unabashedly when Susan Sarandon's character, Hollie Baylor, was tap dancing to Moon River after giving a eulogy for her husband Mitch. My heart broke into a million pieces; those little pieces are still scattered in the room, getting covered by dust.
I want to be Claire. I want to pretend I'm Claire.
Finished reading the other day: Cures for Heartbreak by Margo Rabb. It's beautiful.
Michael Chabon wrote the blurb and said, "it made me feel grateful for my life, for my family, and above all for the world that brings us gifts..." His blurb was the main reason I got convinced to buy the book despite my budget. Also, I thought the premise was familiar. I needed it.
"If she dies, I'll die" Fifteen-year-old Mia writes on her journal, referring to her mom who was diagnosed with cancer.
A few nights ago, Mama texted that she went to the doctor because she hasn't been feeling well. Then the doctor called her to come back earlier than expected, which worried us a great deal. She has osteoporosis, bad cholesterol and uric acid level. She also had a bone marrow test and will have a mammogram, something about the abdomen and other tests.
I am worried, so worried. I'd give anything to see her and be with her right now...
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I haven't been myself lately. I don't even know who I am anymore. And this saddens me. It's so much easier to be sad, right? I think Claire said something like that. So so much easier to be sad.
What about you? You sad?
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I'm supposed to let the school know of my decision by Monday. To stay or not to stay?
Last Friday, I lost it in my eleventh grade English class. Homework was to read Raymond Carver's Everything Stuck To Him and aswer a few questions. They didn't read.
They got a very frustrated teacher who tried to find in their eyes a reason why she should stay, and found nothing. Nothing stared back at her instead.
Of course it isn't their fault I'm in this rut but I needed to see something then and I didn't, so now I'm left to my own searching again.
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