Naming Names

Ben sent me pixs of the lil beast. It brought a smile onto my face as I toil on retyping the *sniffle* erased paper. Isnt she cute?!

I complained all day  about this LAST paper I had to do and officially named it the paper from Hell in unsion with other class members. I groaned as I grinded. Well, I have a change of heart now. It is late night and I am prepared to type and grind until noon.

WHY? Because when I went home and picked up off where I left on my laptop, it did an autosave and erased everything from my disc. The love of mother nature could not lift me up from my disapointment.

ALL of my finals were gone! I started to count my lucky stars that one of them was handed in last week, one was printed this morning along with a statement of philosophy, but my finished Harry Potter paper was completly gone and so was the one I was working on at the time… oh wait… the laptop autosaved it! I rushed through the laptop restart process and found the very paper on the desktop. Oh thank god that I shed my tears over the loss of ONE paper.

I franitically looked for the first draft of Harry Potter on the other discs… then relized I had saved it on the laptop last march and took a deep breath as I checked. It was there. So now what I only need to do is retype the additions and expansions to that paper. Im so envious of DarDar, she got to finish everything and knows her grades! Wheee! Yippie for her!

I AM THANKFUL for what I have to work with through the night. My complaints before seem so feeble and selfish- its life that gives us lessons to remind us of important things.

HEADLINE: Turkey sighting in NYC at Morningside Park on May 6th, 2005 at approximately 6:15pm.

Believe you me, I did not expect to see anything like this in NYC especially not in a tiny little park! The poor thing probably thought I was a freak for following it and staring it with scruitinity for I could not be toooooo sure that it was, indeed, a turkey. Hmm, anyone hungry? It probably has a city version of the hickory smoked turkey, the “exhaust smoked” flavor. Yum.

Coming soon: PART TWO

I met with my director yesterday to discuss the logistics of the shoot and details of my character, Jane. I am enjoying this project immensely. Much more than I did for the first two, probably because I am working with a director that I am familiar with and can trust. Also knowing the ropes probably helps as well.

The shoot takes place here: http://maps.google.com/maps?oi=map&q=Catskill,+NY in the middle of nowhere! Hahaha. This is a speaking role and Jane does not sign because, like the situations that some of us find ourselves in, it is not necessary when talking to a hearing person. The character I am working most with is named Luke and he brings his grandmother with him to the motel that Jane runs. Jane also interacts with the grandmother. I do not want to ruin the plot for you- Ill post pictures of the set after the shoot. Oh another tidbit, the movie is in grayscale- no color! Im abosolutely fascinated with how that will turn out.

I know I told my friends Id be home soon, which is true, but I will leave shortly after for Catskill. The shoot will take 8 days and 2 rehersal days prior to that. Then when I return to Maine I am to fly to Cali for the DB camp for 6 days. Heh. I already miss Jami!

I am doing my Type n’ Grind for the finals. I finished my research paper on Semantics today, am halfway through my Harry Potter paper and *with obvious trace of sarcascism* saved the best for last for all-day tomorrow on deaf culture epistemes for Rusty’s class *ugh*!

Gotta get back to it! Hopefully the wizardy of Harry Potter can speed me along!

After a while, I found myself looking at Chris’s grave. There was so much love and warmth surrounding it. People came and went, leaving a picture of themselves with Chris, a icon, and even a picture of his newest nephew named after him. They came for his birthday and easter, too. Love keeps him alive within us.

I then went down to a local pub and asked how I could get ahold of his family, especially his mother. It didnt take long since it was a small town where everyone knew each other. I then found myself at her new home (they moved because she could not live freely in the other house) staring at the pictures on the walls. I particularly liked the one of her wearing Chris’s helmet in his jeep after she went mudding.. She wanted to know why Chris loved it so much and maybe find a way to feel closer to him.

In those four hours I was there, I got to see everyone that was close to him and I got to read the portfolio that Chris and I worked on together. It hit me so hard when I saw the mold from the chocolate milk that broke in his backpack and spilled all over his books, that he never got to hand it in for a grade that day. It was wonderful to get to read the stories and see our writing all over drafts. I found my favorite page, the one where I taught Chris idioms, he laughed so much that day and I could hear him again. It was a good day.

Later I went to get a haircut and style for the outing to Barry’s opening night of his jazz club, “Blue.” Here is a picture… The club was nice however if you dont like wine or beer- you wont find your favorite mixed drink there, Barry’s license limits his alcohol selection, but the atmosphere is nice.

 I picked up my mother on Monday and she was doing great. I finally could treat her to her late late birthday dinner. Grampy has control of her money completely and that is what we think has been helping her. Her co-dependent partner, Fred, drank himself into a coma last week, tho, and came to last Saturday. My mom was upset but not frazzeled by it which is a good sign of her being in the sober cycle for a little while longer. Fred has alcohol posioning so his skin is all scabbed up, he developed pneumonia, and his liver has shut down. He will remain in the ICU for another week. Of course, I spoke to myself, saying well… if Fred could just go ahead and stay in a coma or die that would be very helpful! Then my mom can just move on and not allow him to distrupt my mother’s cycles. But seriously, Fred has a good heart- he is just really sick with the disease of alcoholism- he doesnt deserve the thoughts that I have. Sigh. But its okay to feel them

Anyways, Jami isnt too fond of cats but we went to see the kittens from the same mother of my former cats that I left behind at Aarons and Jami just melted when he saw this creme tiger with double paws. It is sooo cute, like a little albino bear! Heres a blurry pix, check out the paw- it looks deformed but its just three extra toes coming off the side. You can see my hand, the wrist tattoo and the red and black jelly bracelets around it for remininscing Chris. Isnt the lil albino so cute? Her eyes are not red, they are blue… almost ice blue.