|I'm really not big on all those staged pictures of random girls looking off into the distance, but this one kinda captures the feel of afternoon sunlight & plus it's really pretty|
I'm sitting on my sister's top bunk in our bedroom, drinking in the late afternoon sunlight sloshing in the window and dangling bare feet over the edge of the bed. I sit up here a lot. (No, Sadie doesn't mind.) This afternoon I came here with the full intention of conquering the Monster Known As Chapter Thirteen, but after I opened the tab and stared a few seconds at the words and they weren't shouting any inspiration at me, I decided I do what I sometimes do to unwind before settling down to write. I went over to Melissa Tagg's blog and clicked through her old posts, just basking in the comfort of the words. And then I decided to put on the October Sky soundtrack on, and then I thought, "Heck! Let's write a blog post!"
The follow-up thought to that was -- "Wait, I don't have anything to write a blog post about."
But then I thought, "I have tons of things to write a blog post about. How am I going to do this?"
I didn't come up with any answer. But that doesn't stop me from jumping in anyway. ;-P So I thought I'd just call this Thoughts from Sadie's Bed -- because I am on Sadie's bed, and these are my thoughts.
- First of all, up there I mentioned the movie October Sky? *NEW FAVORITE MOVIE ALERT* A few weeks ago I was listening to music on Youtube, and the soundtrack for this movie randomly popped up on autoplay. I listened to it, and it was gorgeous. So then I watched the movie with my dad the other night, and now I'm sort of in love with all four of these fellas.
(Especially the one on the right. I'm not sure why, but O'Dell is my favorite.)
This is one of those nostalgic, cozy, wholesome 90's movies that will tug at your heart and make you cry for apparently no reason. (Okay, there was a reason. Homer was going down in the mineshaft! Any crying was perfectly justified! *wipes eyes*) I'm telling you, all the best movies were made in the 90's. (What is it about that decade?) This is such a good story. Suddenly I have this intense interest in rockets, and I want a poster of the Rocket Boys to put up on my bedroom wall.
Basically, watch this movie. It's sumpin' special.
- While we're on the groove of movies....(by the way, my sister Sadie says that's all I talk about. She says inside my brain it's just movies movies movies. I would defend myself, but....)
Y'all know I love westerns. Yes. (Everyone knows this.) Well, one western that I've been yearning to see for a long time now is Tombstone. For the longest time, my mother said, "No." After I watched The Homesman last winter and then Open Range in the summer, she thought it would be best to wait for awhile before letting any more gunfights ensue, lest I should become maimed in some way from all this violence. *evil laugh* But NOW that I'm seventeen, I'm allowed to watch Tombstone!
Here's the thing: back in the days when I wasn't allowed to watch it, I'd see the DVD at the library, often gazing longingly at it. In fact I saw it at several different libraries. So I knew that as soon as I was allowed to see it, I could just rush right over the library and get it. Right? Well, wrong. Wouldn't you know, as soon as I turn seventeen, I can't find the DVD anywhere. None of the places I've seen it before. I went to one library where I was almost SURE I'd seen it before, and they said, "No, we don't have it." ??? Doesn't that just figure? Now that I'm actually allowed to watch it, Tombstone has dropped off the face of the earth.
That's an exaggeration. ;-P My mother has finally secured a copy of it, but we had to get it from a library Far Away. I just thought it was funny -- well, after I was through with my temper tantrum over not being able to find it.
- SPRING FEVER HAS HIT. I repeat, spring fever has hit. You know how I know? Because suddenly I'm feeling very crafty. I've been making things and cutting out pictures from magazines and getting the glue gun out almost every day, and I only do that when spring starts to come. (I'm serious.) Also, I impulsively listened to the Horatio Hornblower soundtrack on Youtube this morning. That put Sadie and I both in an undeniably springy mood.
An extremely rapturous and giggly spring mood. *ahem*
The other sign of spring is that the butter in the butter dish is melting. And I went out to put a letter in the mailbox today and heard the birds singing. (Or maybe that was just in my imagination...?) Anyway. SPRING IS COMING.
- Something amazing happened last week. I got my driver's license!!!!!
|...but unfortunately I have not had the extreme pleasure of driving Cary Grant around. YET.|
It still seems a little unreal, haha. ;-P After driving about nine months, almost hitting a tree, enduring an unsavory five-hour course in the company of a handful of delinquent teenagers, and navigating a nightmarish turn around a huge semi-truck onto a busy street during rush hour with the stiff tester grinding her teeth in the passenger seat, I have GOT MY LICENSE. It's a relief, and it's exciting....but also, now that I've actually got it, I feel overwhelmed. Because....responsibility. ;-P And now there is even further proof that I am on my way to becoming a grown-up person, and we don't know how well we like that yet. Oh well, I'll just take it one hop-skip at a time. :-) And for now, I can drive!!!
- I keep thinking about spring, and summer, and green grass and blue skies and warbling birds and tangy breezes and bare feet. :-) Earlier today I was thinking of all the things I'm going to do this summer. Here are some of them.
~ sleep in the haymow in the barn
~ watch the sun come up from the deck
~ go swimming in the creek
~ go walking barefoot at night
~ spend hours writing on the bridge
~ make daisy chains and violet chains to wear in my hair
~ drive places with my sister :-)
~ just generally do awesome things
- Sadie and I were talking last night about the first chapter books we read. The conversation started something like this:
Sadie: "Hey Emma? What was my first favorite chapter book?"
Me: (without hesitation) "Six Silver Spoons."
Sadie: "You KNEW!"
Of COURSE I knew. She read that thing like five times in a row. ;-P So then we talked about the first chapter books we read -- how much we loved the Hidden Diary series -- how I used to have such a hard time finding books that I actually liked (heehee) -- and how Lynn Austin's Candle in the Darkness was the book that changed my life. And I remembered what my very first favorite book was: an old paperback we used to have on the shelf in my parent's bedroom, called Magic Elizabeth. I haven't thought about it in years, but oh, how I loved that book.
- Lately I've realized that I'm much more like Jo March than I ever thought before. I'm actually a lot like her. We both have these huge dreams for the future, but then when it comes to actually growing up....we're scared. We don't want things to change. We want the people we love to remain around us, and always care about us, and never leave. We can't help being hurt when they do leave us to go live their own lives -- but soon enough, we'll have to strike out on our own adventures.
- OH, DID I MENTION I'M WATCHING DOWNTON ABBEY SEASON SIX??????
Well, I AM. One night my mother decided she couldn't stand the suspense of waiting any longer and did a very impulsive thing and went out and bought it. ;-P We've been trying to make it last, and not gobbling it all up at once (which is the natural instinct). Ohhhhhhhh. No matter what happens, no matter who dies, I still love this show. It's true, it's not the same as it once was -- but that's the whole point, life goes on, and things change. (Weren't we just talking about that?) I'll still love my first and second seasons the bestest, of course. But we're still cooking. The drama goes on. :-) And I'm loving every minute of it.