Saturday, March 10, 2007
Finding Neverland
My last entry talked about my first day at work and how it was totally worth it despite all the mess going on internally. I wish the rest of the week was like that Monday afternoon, but it wasn't. In fact it pretty much sucked all week long. Even yesterday as we had our annual conference down in Newport it still was a very unnerving day. I mainly did the support staff role and tried to help out and keep busy wherever I could. It was between that and sitting around gossiping with the ladies. Pretty easy choice to make.
But man was Newport beautiful. Still a little cold on Friday, but the water below the Cliffwalk was so quiet and still. I snuck outside for about half an hour and went down and sat on the cliff overlooking the water, listening to the seagulls and watching them float through the air around me. That time alone was worth the trip to Newport. I mean, I got more out of watching the water and the birds and just being still then I did out of anything else from last week. So that was nice.
Looking forward to Monday and hopefully continuing to move forward at work and working every day to improve as much as I can with my job and do the best I can at this stage. Hey, it can only get better, right? My spirit is far from being crushed. My mind--well that might be a different issue.
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I picked up the special edition DVD of Disney's Peter Pan at Target this week and watched it this morning. I must have watched this movie a hundred times growing up, but I forgot what a really funny movie it was. And also what a racist movie it was.
And what an attractive character Wendy was. Not the animation, but the characterization. Man when she gets jealous at Peter for Indian kissing Tiger-Lilly! When she mothers the Lost Boys. When she's flying with Peter around Neverland and just soaking it all in. I need to find me a Wendy.
Yes, I know how pathetic a statement that was. But watch the movie again and tell me if you don't agree with me.
I feel obligated to write now just to let you know that I didn't sit around and dream of Wendy Darling all day, the afternoon was spent having a few of the guys over and watching 'Jackass 2' and laughing our darned heads off. We ate cheap Goya frozen taquitos and Nate drank the rest of the strawberry milk he had left over at my apartment earlier in the week. Straight from the carton. Like there's any other way.
There, see. I'm not that different from you! Stop looking at me that way! ¶ 3/10/2007 05:28:00 PM
But man was Newport beautiful. Still a little cold on Friday, but the water below the Cliffwalk was so quiet and still. I snuck outside for about half an hour and went down and sat on the cliff overlooking the water, listening to the seagulls and watching them float through the air around me. That time alone was worth the trip to Newport. I mean, I got more out of watching the water and the birds and just being still then I did out of anything else from last week. So that was nice.
Looking forward to Monday and hopefully continuing to move forward at work and working every day to improve as much as I can with my job and do the best I can at this stage. Hey, it can only get better, right? My spirit is far from being crushed. My mind--well that might be a different issue.
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I picked up the special edition DVD of Disney's Peter Pan at Target this week and watched it this morning. I must have watched this movie a hundred times growing up, but I forgot what a really funny movie it was. And also what a racist movie it was.
And what an attractive character Wendy was. Not the animation, but the characterization. Man when she gets jealous at Peter for Indian kissing Tiger-Lilly! When she mothers the Lost Boys. When she's flying with Peter around Neverland and just soaking it all in. I need to find me a Wendy.
Yes, I know how pathetic a statement that was. But watch the movie again and tell me if you don't agree with me.
I feel obligated to write now just to let you know that I didn't sit around and dream of Wendy Darling all day, the afternoon was spent having a few of the guys over and watching 'Jackass 2' and laughing our darned heads off. We ate cheap Goya frozen taquitos and Nate drank the rest of the strawberry milk he had left over at my apartment earlier in the week. Straight from the carton. Like there's any other way.
There, see. I'm not that different from you! Stop looking at me that way! ¶ 3/10/2007 05:28:00 PM
