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crap, another Sunday night
Jul. 31st, 2005 10:33 pmI'm married, and my Mr. just completed his fourth week of a 16 week training academy. It's four hours away and he only comes home on weekends.
In a word, it sucks.
I miss him. My daughter misses him. The house is much too quite and my imagination much, much too fertile.
I'm not sitting in front of the window watching the rain fall while flashbacks of our romance fill the screen or anything, but he's so much a fabric of my life, that it really feels like something vital is missing when he leaves again on Sunday. When we first met, he was in the Army, and two days after we got married, he left for Germany. I didn't see him again for three months. I cried at the airport and for two days after, every single time someone asked about him. I was twenty-three and very attached to him, and in love. That was a cake-walk compared to this time. I didn't have anything real to miss back then, no day-to-day presence that is weaved into my flesh like DNA.
Er, I truly hope I haven't inspired any retching out there, btw.
But I'll be gladhappyecstaticexcited when Oct. rolls around.
I watched Prophecy again today. Christopher Walken is one freakin' weird dude. The black hair and red lips and white pasty skin...I could totally see him doing in the first born of every Egyptian household. The movie is only ten years old but I thought it was even older than that. Viggo Mortensen plays Lucifer...and well. I love the premise. Actually, I enjoy any movie that humanizes abstract things like angels, and gives them human emotions and motives. They love God, God loves us, and thus jealousy rears its ugly head and bad things are done as the angels bring their war to earth. And at the heart of it all is Gabriel's hurt at being cut off from God's...word? Voice? Presence? Not sure about that part but it made him sympathetic. A little, anyway.
I saw the sequel, and didn't think so much of that one. Didn't bother with the third one, because...well. Really. A third one? Then again, this is a world that gave us six or seven Police Academies, isn't it? And I hear that Sylvester Stallone (whom I adore) is thinking of making another Rocky. To that I say,
::facepalm::
I only watched Queer as Folk sporadically over the years and have no emotional investment in any part of the storylines, but I think I will miss it when it goes away next week.
I need some good C/A fic. The kind that makes me feel the way I did when I first read Starlet's Beacon, and the first time I found Rheanna's Angel fic. That's what sucks when a show ends. After a couple of years, the prolification of your favorite kind of fic spirals into the ether, disappearing like a dream.
Yes, bad poetry spurred on by sleepiness...definitely time for bed.
Ta now.
In a word, it sucks.
I miss him. My daughter misses him. The house is much too quite and my imagination much, much too fertile.
I'm not sitting in front of the window watching the rain fall while flashbacks of our romance fill the screen or anything, but he's so much a fabric of my life, that it really feels like something vital is missing when he leaves again on Sunday. When we first met, he was in the Army, and two days after we got married, he left for Germany. I didn't see him again for three months. I cried at the airport and for two days after, every single time someone asked about him. I was twenty-three and very attached to him, and in love. That was a cake-walk compared to this time. I didn't have anything real to miss back then, no day-to-day presence that is weaved into my flesh like DNA.
Er, I truly hope I haven't inspired any retching out there, btw.
But I'll be gladhappyecstaticexcited when Oct. rolls around.
I watched Prophecy again today. Christopher Walken is one freakin' weird dude. The black hair and red lips and white pasty skin...I could totally see him doing in the first born of every Egyptian household. The movie is only ten years old but I thought it was even older than that. Viggo Mortensen plays Lucifer...and well. I love the premise. Actually, I enjoy any movie that humanizes abstract things like angels, and gives them human emotions and motives. They love God, God loves us, and thus jealousy rears its ugly head and bad things are done as the angels bring their war to earth. And at the heart of it all is Gabriel's hurt at being cut off from God's...word? Voice? Presence? Not sure about that part but it made him sympathetic. A little, anyway.
I saw the sequel, and didn't think so much of that one. Didn't bother with the third one, because...well. Really. A third one? Then again, this is a world that gave us six or seven Police Academies, isn't it? And I hear that Sylvester Stallone (whom I adore) is thinking of making another Rocky. To that I say,
::facepalm::
I only watched Queer as Folk sporadically over the years and have no emotional investment in any part of the storylines, but I think I will miss it when it goes away next week.
I need some good C/A fic. The kind that makes me feel the way I did when I first read Starlet's Beacon, and the first time I found Rheanna's Angel fic. That's what sucks when a show ends. After a couple of years, the prolification of your favorite kind of fic spirals into the ether, disappearing like a dream.
Yes, bad poetry spurred on by sleepiness...definitely time for bed.
Ta now.
