That’s Right, The Ugliness Of Desperation Sneaks In

I’ve got it bad. Real bad, today. A nonalcoholic hangover. Ever since me and Jenny’s unintentional late night chat, I have had an extremely hard time going to sleep before 2am. And quite often, the morning news is just coming on as I am crawling to bed. The couple of nights I tried to go to sleep earlier, I just lay in bed waiting a while for exhaustion to set in.

So I know you are all thinking, “What does Denise do all night, then?” Well, let me tell you. Last night I caught my second viewing of Gone With The Wind. The first time I saw it I was about 11 or 12 when it was re-released into theatres and I went with my aunt and my mom to catch this show. I do remember that I hated the ending, but I had forgotten how long it was. So when I sat down to watch the movie last night, I never remembered I was in for a four-hour over-dramatic epilogue of the South. And just as my first viewing, I was greeted with a miserable ending.

Now, don’t get my wrong, Scarlet O’Hara bothers me more than anything. But should we really just waste four hours of our life so that her third (yes, third) husband can leave her? (Sorry if I spoiled the ending for you all.)I am sorry to all of you who think this movie is some sort of cinematic masterpiece. Maybe my opinion is wrong, please someone tell me the redeeming qualities of this movie.

Surprisingly, as you are all sleeping, interesting documentaries come on all sort of topics. Now, I understand that the non-fiction is not as appealing to some of you as it is me, but last night I learned all about Faberge Eggs and earlier in the week I caught a behind the scenes look at Sesame Street. I have learned about Christopher Columbus, how to make easers and various 2007 Year in Review shows. (And you wonder where my eclectic knowledge comes from.) It has been fascinating to say the least.

I am just finishing up listening to the last of our CDs, and beside myself trying to figure out all of the stories associated with the tracks. Maybe some of the CDs aren’t as literal as mine, but I really just refuse to believe that.

As of yet, I don’t have any weekend plans. The first weekend of the greatest year of my life, that is a lot to live up to. Here’s hoping we come up with something half decent.

I am not looking forward to attending church alone. Yes, I understand I would never really be alone at church, and I also think I will probably end up being fill in chorister anyways, but who else is going to laugh at Frankenhead, or try and play MOC2008 with whomever is speaking as contestants.

But I understand, it is time to move on to being Nursery Leader or Mia Maid Advisor. I just don’t think I am there, yet. I still have a small amount of love for YSA. Just know I will miss you. But just as we learned the other day that “Friends can live in different houses”, I also think “Friends can attend different wards.” Good luck, you won’t need it though.

Only a couple more hours until the weekend. And only a small amount of self restraint left in me. Still trying to stay ahead of the gun this time. Although I can feel myself getting dangerously close to failure.

Thanks to one and all. Good luck to all of us.