IT FEELS LIKE TODAY

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on the enormity of life, vanity and the longhorns

activity log, christmas break, part II

you're in for it, people.

1) the crowley fam saw "the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe" on christmas eve. i was nervous about this movie, just like i was nervous about "the polar express." it's just touchy. people have asked me why i think a movie could ruin a book for me, and i think it's because once i see somebody else's interpretation of the characters, those faces and personalities are permanently embedded in my brain and are with me every time i read the book again. hollywood, you can't just go right ahead and make my all-time favorite books into movies and then expect me to camp out in front of the theater. i'm just not gonna do it, especially after being subjected to this:

"mistha tumnuth!!"

alas, i saw the movie, and i started crying when they're on the train, evacuating london, and never really stopped. it's a peculiar thing too, because in the end, the movie was only pretty good. it wasn't perfect and there were things that just didn't cut it for me. heather said a funny thing: "yeah, i liked it a lot, but there were a couple times when peter looked like a huge dork." so true! i wasn't even that into aslan.

i cried, however, through most of the movie and i've been trying to figure out why. i think it was the fact that even though there was so much computer animation and scenes with outrageously obvious painted backdrops, it was enormous. this is an enormous story, and i know everyone knows that, but it just is. i left with the feeling of that enormity, and it's untouchable, inexplicable, and it�s driving me crazy. i feel like lucy, like i�ve experienced it before, really experienced it, but now the wooden back of the wardrobe won�t give. that was the scene that really got me�after the credits started to roll, when lucy creeps hopefully up to the door, and the professor tells her that she can�t force her way back. what would that be like�to start to grow up with those memories, to have that sense of loss your whole life but to also feel the truth of it fading, and to not be able to remember faces or sounds? isn�t that how i always feel? i�m always wishing i could get back to narnia and i�m always sensing it fade from view, all the magic draining out of things. i think the reason i cried the whole time was because i knew that it was going to end for the pevensies, and they were going to feel how i feel. they were going to grieve the loss of this enormous, magical world and they were going to wish for it every day of their lives. they would always be a little disatisfied with the british isles and holidays and the ocean.

it's a good thing there are six more books, right?

2) went snowboarding with evan at winter park and on the last run of the day, rammed my face into a tree, while attempting some trails. dag nab it!

i did indeed have a moment during which i was sure i'd broken my nose, and my thoughts were something along the lines of: "my life will never be the same!" which shows you where i'm at in terms of valuing physical appearance. oh well. don't worry, everybody, nothing broke.

3) headed off to the denver international airport at 4:15p to catch my 6:45 flight to detroit, which didn't end up leaving until 9:15. this would have been a bummer if the rose bowl hadn't been on. instead of waiting dejectedly at my gate, i got to crowd around a sports bar in the terminal and pray pray pray that texas would win.

i'm starting to realize that it is possible that my hatred for usc has become more powerful than my desire to see michigan win. this is strange. i'll admit, i was yelling at the tv during the alamo bowl, which is a first for me. but man, i have had such an intense desire to see usc go down in flames, ever since 2003. texas, dear beloved texas, i am forever indebted to you. in fact, i'd even be willing to give this tool a big hug.

we boarded the plane during halftime, and then they broadcasted the game through that little thingy on the armrest. everybody had their headphones on (at least all the men around me), and when texas scored that last touchdown, there were a lot of arms that went up and a little involuntary cheering. can you believe it, folks? it is oh so good.

hey, hey, hey. goodbye. bubbye.

7:45 pm - 01.05.2006

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