Posted by jessica on Oct 18, 2010 with
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I am playing a progression of chords on the guitar. Darby starts singing baby, it’s cold outside, and goodness, but I am not playing anywhere close to the right chords for that song, but she’s making it work. So I join her. You would have done the same, trust me.
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At any given time of the day one of the five of us here will burst out into song. It might not be beautiful. It might sound operatic. It might sound like a chicken. It might involve the words hot tottie (include those in any song for an instant hit, you know). And it might even be Jase trying to keep up with Eminem. Except Eminem isn’t actually here. And nobody is rapping but Jase.
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I got a dress for five dollars today. It’s long, real long. And it has all these bright stripes that are horizontal. Enough to make me feel like a psychedelic caterpillar when I wear it. Not that I don’t feel like one when I don’t. Okay, so I don’t. But my point is, I try it on for Jason and Darby tonight and have to start doing some terrible polka-esque ballet around the living room while I am wearing it. Yes, have to. And Darby is laughing and Jason is looking like he doesn’t know what is going on (though he’s been my brother long enough now to know terrible polka-esque ballet when he sees it ).
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But I think it is when Darby is singing in some sort of squawking-like tone that I finally just ask, “What do normal people do?” And we all laugh, but nobody answers. So I ask again, “No, seriously–what do normal people do?”
And silence ensues.
Because I’m pretty sure that none of us in the house know what it is that normal people do.
And we wouldn’t want to give up our songs and our dances and the faces that we make and the raps that we attempt in order to find out, either.
Posted by jessica on Aug 30, 2010 with
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beauty and the beast,
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So.
I might as well just say it.
Because, see, I’ve been making plans.
Yes, plans.
I know, it’s been a while.
See, they were some of the first things to go, back when my life did that thing where it looked like it was ending.
Oh life, you really got me with that one.
Silly life! tricks are for kids.
But then it turned out to be more like a caterpillar than anything else.
Because it didn’t end.
It was just in chrysalis, I guess.
And now I’m not gonna go around and start telling people that I’m a butterfly, but I will say that maybe life is like a butterfly.
But I don’t wanna say that I’m a butterfly because I don’t wanna sound like this guy I know.
He auditioned for Beauty and the Beast and, when they asked him if he was auditioning for the role of Beast, he said, “I’m not auditioning for the role of Beast, I am the Beast.”
He said it in a low and proud voice; he said it like he was Gaston telling people he was the Beast.
And yes, it was confusing.
And yes, he did sound a little ca-razy.
And no, he didn’t get the role.
But I will say that life is sometimes like a caterpillar, though I am not quite sure where to fit all those legs in the metaphor.
And life is sometimes like a cocoon, though that’s tough on people who get claustrophobic.
And life is sometimes like a butterfly, which is why my life is like a butterfly.
See?
But plans.
Because I have some.
Or at least one.
And I like it very much.
I take it with me everywhere I go.
Like that doll from the nineties called My Buddy, only way less creepy.
And it involves going to an open house in October.
An open house at a school.
Cause I am applying for grad school, folks.
And I’m gonna be going for the business of words and writing them down.
And there will be teachers and lots to learn and I think my whole face lights up when I talk about it, or at least that’s what my therapist said to me.
So this is my plan.
yay.
cue music and end scene.
