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Sharon von "NCY taught me" feiert dieses Jahr ihr 9-jähriges Jubiläum mit ihrem Ehemann Rob (und ihren drei süssen Kindern). Aus diesem Anlass plaudert sie aus dem Nähkästchen und teilt diesen Tagebucheintrag von 2001 mit ihren Lesern. Sharon schrieb ihn vor ihrem ersten Date und nachdem sie Rob zum ersten Mal gesehen hatte. Alte Tagebucheinträge - unbezahlbar!

Feb.12, 2001

So I can't even concentrate on anything. Because I met a person today* that I can't stop thinking about. And it's weird because I never get like this. I mean, I do but never this bad. I mean this is like CHASE WESTFALL* bad, well maybe not THAT bad. Chase was pretty amazing. Cause this guy, I think his name is Rob, but I'm not quite sure, wants to hang out tonight like for dinner or something. I will be going home in about 45 minutes to get ready for this little date. Ok Ok ... I know this sounds weird and it's probably because I've been at this college for too long but nevermind ...  I think he could be the guy I've been looking for. Ok that's psycho I know that. I really do, I mean in one day? But I don't know if he looks at all people like this, but he looks at me in a way I have always dreamed of a guy to look at me. Like there is something in his eyes that is just different. Ok, most guys like him do . . . but it's fun just to have it like this right now and just think that someday it will feel like this FOREVER. Like someday, I will find someone that I can have a conversation like I had with Rob everyday ... Man, I hope that's his name. I'm in the LIBRARY right now and there was this guy sitting next to me that I just felt like was reading this. So I'm all hunched over this letter trying to write small. The only problem with this is that if it goes bad, then I can never enjoy El Camino Real* ever again because it will ... nevermind. I don't know what I'm talking about. But you know what today's lunch felt like, the lunch felt like? Lightning. The kind of lightning from Meet Joe Black*. Like the conversation from the diner. Not that this guy is BRAD PITT . . . I wish! But he does have those electric eyes ... I hope he's dressed cool ... like I could really be turned off if he's dressed badly ... I mean my roommates are meeting him and I just want him to look NORMAL.

*We met in the cafeteria lunch line and ate together. As we put our trays away, Rob asked me out on this date.

*Chase Westfall = High school crush that's not on Facebook. Boo

*El Camino Real = Rob's college band. He wore eyeliner on stage!

*Meet Joe Black = I've completely forgotten what this reference means. I need to watch it again.

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Lesenswert

(Bild via Jane Austen Daily)

Auszug aus einem meiner Lieblingsbücher, Emma Thompsons Screenplay für "Sense and Sensibility" sowie ihrem Tagebuch während des Drehs. Sie zu lesen ist, als wäre man ein bisschen ihre Freundin - etwas, was ich schon seit Ewigkeiten zu sein wünschte. Weil Emma Thompson nicht nur eine grossartige Schauspielerin, sondern auch (so scheints) ein toller Mensch ist.


MONDAY 17 APRIL 1996
(...) Kate [Winslet] and I at dinner revert to girlieness thus: "Oh no no no I'm not eating, oh all right just a starter then, ooh that looks good, can I taste it, give it here then, are you going to finish that? christ  no of course I can't  have pudding bring four spoons, just an inch then, just to relax me, no don't take the bottle away it's a waste definitely no coffe do you have decaf?" ect. It's pathetic. I'm thirty-six and ashamed of myself.




Ps: Der Audiokommentar auf der DVD ist auch nicht zu verachten. Grins.


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Augenblicke

(Foto via A Piece of Monologue)

Ich spiele derzeit Mäuschen im Leben von Antonia Fraser und Harold Pinter (durch die gesammelten Tagebuchauzeichnungen von Fraser, die unter dem Titel "Must you Go? - My Life with Harold Pinter" erschienen sind). Das ist nicht nur super spannend, sondern inspiriert auch, wieder mehr Tagebuch zu führen - ein Unternehmen, das ich seit ungefähr 20 Jahren immer wieder versuche zur Gewohnheit zu machen. Bisher stets mit vernichtenden Ergebnissen.

Dieses Gedicht (eines unter vielen) schrieb Pinter für die Liebe seine Lebens, Antonia. Seufz, seufz, seufz. Die Magie der Worte wirkt ihr Werk...

What sound was that?
I turn away, into the shaking room
What was that sound that came in on the dark?
What is this maze of light it leaves us in?
What is this stance we take,
To turn away and then turn back?
What did we hear?
It was the breath we took when we first met.
Listen. It is here.

Harold Pinter

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