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WHAT I KNOW TODAY

WHAT I KNOW TODAY

Here are some things I just know for sure:

The “he’s a transvestite” line in Psycho will always get a laugh from my eighteen year old students because they think that word is funny and that it’s maybe kind of scandalous and kids of all ages get excited by things that veer anywhere towards the dirty.

My mornings that begin with the world tilted on an emotional axis happen because the dream I was trudging through the very moment before my alarm blared into my consciousness was not a very comforting dream.  It probably involved a person who stated to me directly all the things I’ve always been terrified to hear in real life – and in the dream, he speaks really clearly.

WHEN I WAS LOST

WHEN I WAS LOST

I miss him so much.

I don’t know for sure if it’s the voice with that southern twinge that gets more noticeable when he’s excited or agitated or that perfect scruff that gilds the bone structure of a face almost too perfect to be human or his sheer fearlessness – but what I do know is that I really miss him.

But it’s not just Sawyer that I miss.  I miss Jack too.  And Juliet.  And Hurley.

And don’t even get me started on Ben…