so don't cry, one day all seven will die.

[enamoured]

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Envy is my Sin, most definitely. Sloth possibly comes close, but I think envy is my big one.

For me, it's always envy in the form of being irrationally, stupid jealous of other people, and it's usually with my friends. I wrecked at least two major friendships because I was envious of the fact that the friends in question were moving on without me and making new friends and they had what I wanted (boyfriends) and I felt like they didn't deserve it, because I'd been so desperately searching and hoping that I'd get a boyfriend and they didn't do anything and BOOM, boys.

Actually, some of that's documented in the early parts of this journal. [cringe]

Anyway: today I saw Coraline at the earliest show at the movies! Good movie was good. And I bought Oliver and Company on DVD and ran about halfway down my block with Pepper before realizing that I have reasons for not running, and one of them is that I am a slow runner and I feel like I run like a moron. You know how some people run and they look effortless and cool and maybe even graceful? I don't run like that. I run like I'm moving in slo-mo.

I had this random thought--am I the only one who can remember random things that happened when I was younger and in school? Like, I remember inane things, like the time in third grade when everyone in my grade got into this big fight during recess and it happened to be on the day that we'd had confession, and our teachers were Very Upset and we got a massive lecture about it. Or the truth or dare game that nearly resulted in my first kiss (which never happened). I always want to ask people that, if they can remember these little things, but I worry that it will make it seem like I'm crazy for being so hyperobservant or if the fact that I've been writing crap about my life for so long has anything to do with the fact that I remember so much.

(That whole memory thing makes me think I could actually write a halfway decent memoir. I... kind of have toyed around with that idea, but the only thing that keeps me from actually doing it is that although I feel like I have a halfway decent story to tell about myself, who really wants to read about me? Which is ridiculous, considering that I've been on LJ for eight years... okay, stopping before I sound stupid self-important.)

Comments

[waderapspoorly.livejournal.com]

I really want to see Coraline, and I'm trying to brainwash the kids I babysit that they want to see it too. Today I convinced them to watch Dr. Horrible. I am a terrible, terrible babysitter.

[supersyncspaz7.livejournal.com]

WITH MY FREEZE RAY, I WILL STOP--TIME.

[waderapspoorly.livejournal.com]

It's a brand new day, and the sun is high and all the birds are singing that YOU'RE GONNA DIE

Here's how I convinced the kids to watch it:

"Hey... you know that show I let you watch on Monday nights? Well that guy you like is in this, and he wants to take over the world. And they sing! The girl wears pretty clothes! He makes weapons!"

[chrryblssmninja.livejournal.com]

I remember stuff from kindergarten and before

and Oliver and Company!

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

I astound people with what I remember and how far back--I even remember things from about the age of three. So it's not just you.

Coraline was indeed good! My dad, of all people, is interested in it, and he for the most part hates those kiddie-type movies. (He makes an exception for Pixar.) Go figure.