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Post by Mippin on Jun 11, 2004 12:23:05 GMT -5
Heh.. you didn't miss much... it was rather dull.
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Jun 11, 2004 12:53:32 GMT -5
Well, at least she doesn't dislike Uncle Sean... But what could she possibly have against poor Uncle Dom, eh? Besides his low-cut, flesh-coloured dress, of course... So, how many did we win? Did they get the most?
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Post by Mippin on Jun 11, 2004 13:41:09 GMT -5
*dies* I still find that really amusing... she went on and on about his name... o.O and how she thought it was a really horrible name.. then again it does sound bad when she says it... *mutters* bloody latin accents... and lots of other stuf, too.. can't even remember it all.
We won two awards... in other words.. everything RotK got nominated for... ¬.¬ I think Kill Bill got more than RotK though...
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Post by Galadrie*snackle*den on Jun 11, 2004 17:41:53 GMT -5
Kill Bill was awesome, though. -Menelien
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Post by Arwen on Jun 11, 2004 19:31:53 GMT -5
hi Mip! I convinced this girl I know that starful was a real word. I liked her though, so I didn't let her believe it for long. Thought I'd tell you.....
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Post by Mippin on Jun 11, 2004 19:59:05 GMT -5
^^ heheh, huzzah for thee!
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Post by Mippin on Jun 17, 2004 22:56:11 GMT -5
Today has been a pretty good day. I've found out things I already knew, and was feeling Woolworthy all day.. all that was missing was the rain. Maybe it'll rain tomorrow though, and the Woolworthiness will still be there. Pity there aren't anymore around. Some of my earliest memories in Miami took place there. And just walking down the streets of Downtown Miami, in the morning, when all was still wet with dew, and it would rain, and be generally dreary. But that was okay, because I loved the rain, and I was with my parents. And we'd stop into Woolworth's for a bite to eat, or for anything really. Either there or McRory's or whatever that place was. And that'd be the highlight of going down there. The cold, damp weather, and rushing into the store so as not to get excessively wet. The drops of water beading up on every hair, so it looked crystallised. It was wonderful. Simply wonderful. Days where nothing meant anything, and everything was happy because I was with my family, and I enjoyed everything. Last time I went to Downtown Miami, it was still basically the same, but it lacked those elements which made going there a bittersweet experience. We walked by all the old places, which no longer were, and just smiled, remembering the times we had. I don't think going there would ever be the same. That's a real shame. I suppose to anyone else this would just sound ridiculous... You're probably all thinking, "Mip, you're crazy. You've just written three paragraphs about a trip to Woolworth's in the rain." but it had sentimental value. I don't think I'll ever forget those days. When I was little, and the whole world was this great big place I could never even imagine. I never thought anything would change. Things would always be perfect. How could anything go wrong? Well, I moved, for one. Moved away for so long, and when I got back... nothing was the same. I lost my Shire, I suppose ye could say. But I look back on those days, with a smile, nearly crying but not because I'm sad.. just because I miss those happy days. Crying because I do believe it's the experiences I've had that will restrain me from enjoying something so simple. I know it sounds crazy, but that's okay. We all have to look at the world from a small child's point of view now and again, don't we?
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Post by Amarië on Jun 18, 2004 12:22:56 GMT -5
*sighs* just like me and where I used to live. Dear Dom, I loved those woods...
*agrees* Exactly how I feel. I still remember, I would journey really far back into those woods, and I was only like 6 or 7 and I would never get lost. And I often imagine back to this one plays that was so beautiful, it was this giant tree with moss all around it on the ground, and the moss is really soft. And then I can remember another time when I would often go and 'spy' on these people who lived a little bit over from us, and there was a bunch of trees between us. And me, being mischievous, would wander up into their yard and just dare myself to see if I can get caught or not. Seeing myself playing with this one plant that if you broke the stem, if had this milky liquid, or chewing on the leaves of another plant that had this odd taste, like a penny (yes, I have tasted a penny : P ) And I can remember all the paths in between these places, and they were just about as beautiful as the giant tree.
I really thought back on these things a few weeks ago. I was sitting outside on the porch, and I heard the leaves moving in the wind, and that is a sound I hadn't heard it so long, I nearly cried. It's a beautiful sound. Something I never got to hear where ye live now... Everything is so dead there. Then yesterday, on the ride home from town, I was just looking around at the scenery, and it is really beautiful here. It's summer now, so everything is soo green.
It was all just this happy feeling, which has gone away now. Actually, it seems that the past is always happier than the present. I look back, even to like 6th grade, where then, I literally wanted to fall off the face of the earth, and now it doesn't seem so bad, you wish you could go back, because everything just seems to go downhill, a long, never-ending hill... but it seems that the youngest years are the happiest.
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Post by Lady Harriet Wimsey on Jun 18, 2004 18:38:21 GMT -5
I know what you guys mean. Whenever somebody asks me what age I would most like to be, and everybody else says something in their 20's, because they would be able to drink then, and they wouldn't have to live with their parents, etc; I always would like to be 10 again. It seemed to me then like I had a lot of problems, but now that I look back on it, everything was so much simpler. I could just kind of ignore the things going on around me that didn't immediately and directly affect me, and it would all be fine. I can't get away with doing that anymore, and in some ways that's better, but it makes me sad.
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Post by Mippin on Jul 26, 2004 19:34:53 GMT -5
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Post by Mippin on Aug 4, 2004 22:54:15 GMT -5
I think I might have The Longing...
I feel.. strange. Unsatisfied, and yet satisfied all the same. Melancholy, and yet rather happy, and just glad to be where I'm at. Strained, and yet at peace. Longing for something that I cannot name.
And the rest of my mind is still contemplating Merry's personality. I've been awake for 9 hours all day. I didn't have much time to plan out other things to think of. >.>
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Post by Mippin on Oct 4, 2004 12:16:52 GMT -5
I see ye've all done and missed me, thoroughly. 'Fraid I'm not back just yet, though... 'm at the library... just kind of checking in with my Rivendell Peeps to see how you guys are doing. I'd 'ave a lot to say, but little time in which to say it.. um.. basically... got hit by lots o' hurricanes... aaannnd... I want my bloody hurricane! *waits patiently for the 'N' hurricane*
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Post by Arwen on Oct 4, 2004 14:39:34 GMT -5
Huzzah!!!!!!!!! I can't wait till you are back for good, Mip!
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Post by Amarië on Oct 5, 2004 17:36:28 GMT -5
You really think it's going to be named after you Mip? isn't there a list that you can check? *wonders* I think there is..
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Post by Mip At School on Oct 6, 2004 5:58:19 GMT -5
Yes, I'm positive.. I get a hurricane... so does my clock. *cackles*
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