Over the years I've written... hmm... I'd say, approximately 700 majillion personal narratives, so I didn't think this assignment would be too difficult. Until I started doing it.
The memories I've retained in their most crystal clear condition are not "crucial" moments in my life. The strongest (and one of the most pleasant) memories I have is of me falling into a deeper and deeper state of sleep as my best friend piled warm, clean laundry on top of me... I remember it like a clear dream with fuzzy black edges. But what about this is "crucial?" Same goes for my momentous trip to New Jersey a few years back. I remember it clear as a bell, but visiting my friend in New Jersey is hardly "crucial."
And just how many moments in my life are "crucial" anyway? The moment I decided I wanted to be a writer? N/A- I've ALWAYS wanted to be a writer. The moment I decided I wanted to be an actress? N/A- I STILL don't know if I want to be an actress. Graduation? A boring and unemotional experience for me. My thought process continued down this line of thinking: "The first time I..." "The moment I realized..." But nothing works. So very few things in my life are crucial! And then I decided I could talk about my first kiss... there's a lot to be said about one's first kiss, isn't there? Yeah... except my first kiss's current girlfriend is in AA and we have to read these aloud, PLUS while it is a clear memory, I know we're going to be exacerbating these subjects, and it is a subject not to be exacerbated, if you understand.
I decided to talk about the moment I started dressing the way I do, i.e. like a freak. I have great pride in my wardrobe, and it did erupt from one single moment, sort of. It wasn't a gradual and immeasurable process, like most other things crucial in my life.
Last night I went out with the Academy kids to see "Four Dogs And A Bone" at the New Village Arts Theatre. It was a funny show, and it made several references to Julius Caesar, each time warranting fidgeting and a look of knowing among the Academy members. It was a really fun night. I went on a wild goose chase to find where one of my friends lived, in the process running a few red lights because we were laaaate! Ah, the adrenaline rush. After the show some of us (mostly the "EC Alumni" section of Academy) went out to Denny's... everyone was talking about Harry Potter, making my other friend and I the only ones not in the loop on Harry's latest shenanigans. Sorry J.K. Rowling, but your 5th book made me lose faith in the series.
Last night I went to bed feeling good. I felt tickled with contentment. Simply tickled!
Today I went to Home Depot and bought my dad a flower for Father's Day. He's taken up gardening, and any activity my dad partakes in that doesn't involve wasting away to nothing on the couch is a thumbs up by my standards. I hope he likes it... I forget exactly what it's called but it's tall and purple (like your mom); the blossoms form a pine tree shape.
And later tonight... party! This is how I know it's officially Summer... even if it's nearly raining outside. Digging the weather!
Oh yeah! And I can't believe I forgot to post... my relatives were all here for my graduation last week, and on Sunday we all went out to a restaurant called "La Bellafleur" or something like that to celebrate. While there, I accidentally said "yes ma'am" to my hot, male waiter. He didn't say anything, so I don't know if he noticed or not. But I felt my face turning incredibly red. After he left, my sisters asked me if I had just called our waiter "ma'am," and it became the running joke between the three of us that evening. I left him a brief note with the check offering an apology. My sister wrote a version I did NOT use:
"Dear Hot waiter,
I sincerely apologize for my foolish sister's words. She did not mean to call you a woman. She was mistaken. I feel embarrassed and ashamed for her. Your are not a girl, you're a man; a very cute man.
My sincerest apologies,
Heather"
I can't even read the whole thing through without laughing out loud.
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