bleak friday

ladidadidaaa

starting over can be fun
i am starting over
i am having fun
IT CAN BE FUN
you know.

I will TRY to write in this blog because I believe strongly in keeping records of my life. I do not have a very good memory. I am trying to counteract that by writing everything down. Anyways..

I just finished reading "The Road" and wow..very very suspenseful, very bleak, very surreal. I cannot imagine how they are planning to make this into a movie, but one cannot change what has already been done.

This Thanksgiving I met my Uncle Rick. He is my father's cousin's brother. He hasn't been in any of my family's lives for the last 25 years. He has come back, not because he wants to, but because he needs to. After dinner I told him my first memory of him:

My dad used to have a cup that held all of his pens on his desk. The cup had a cartoon caricature of himself teaching an English class (he used to teach English) and there was a word bubble coming out of his mouth that said "English is a bitch" or something to that extent. Anyways, that was the first time I had ever seen the word "bitch" that was also the first time my dad ever told me about my Uncle Rick (my Uncle made the cup). I told my Uncle Rick that that was my first memory of him, and he replied saying that he had no memory of ever making the cup.