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sunshine_queenSo apparently last night was totally all of UF having trouble with AIM/AOL/etc. So weird. I just got back from Paige and Jacqui's, and Jacqui and I watched the single greatest disaster movie about earthquakes in New York: Aftershock: Earthquake in New York. It is truly, truly amazing. Also, Jen Garner delights me to no end, so seeing her all fresh-faced and young.
My unusual secret is as follows: I remember exactly when I stopped lying about easily-verifible facts. This is reason I will never, ever lie about having a boyfriend, or having had boyfriend. When I in kindergarten, we were learning about space and astronauts, and for some reason, I told my teacher my uncle was an astronaut. This is in no way true. I even could visualize which uncle in space: my godfather, my dad's middle brother. I could picture him in space. This image contented me for the rest of the day, until my mom came to pick me up. My mom was the room mother and so she started chatting with Mrs Grant. As they talked, I realized Mrs Grant could totally ask about my astronaut uncle that didn't exist, and I was paralyzed with horror. So at that tender age I figured that telling the truth was usually the best policy.
My unusual secret is as follows: I remember exactly when I stopped lying about easily-verifible facts. This is reason I will never, ever lie about having a boyfriend, or having had boyfriend. When I in kindergarten, we were learning about space and astronauts, and for some reason, I told my teacher my uncle was an astronaut. This is in no way true. I even could visualize which uncle in space: my godfather, my dad's middle brother. I could picture him in space. This image contented me for the rest of the day, until my mom came to pick me up. My mom was the room mother and so she started chatting with Mrs Grant. As they talked, I realized Mrs Grant could totally ask about my astronaut uncle that didn't exist, and I was paralyzed with horror. So at that tender age I figured that telling the truth was usually the best policy.
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Date: 2008-03-01 04:35 am (UTC)I just ordered a DVD of a movie that features Victor Garber as a prisoner in a Russian gulag. I smell an AU brewing.
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Date: 2008-03-01 04:54 am (UTC)See? I'm not picky. I watched "Rose Hill," for God's sake. Jen was tight with the Hallmark people back in the day?
Victor in a gulag? That is intriguing. As is an AU. (But I'm suddenly desperate for J/I fic, so WOOOOOOO!)
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Date: 2008-03-01 05:02 am (UTC)Now I want to rewatch my Canadian TV movies with Victor Garber.
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Date: 2008-03-01 05:04 am (UTC)The only young!Victor I've seen was in "Godspell." It was amazing, of course, with that hair.
(I relentlessly sleuthed out movies with Mia and Lena too, but somehow Victor escaped me. Whyyyy would I skip him?)
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Date: 2008-03-01 04:58 am (UTC)When I was in like first grade, our teacher was telling us about Pablo Picasso, and said that he died in 1978, and I immediately, thinking this was a brilliant contribution, said, "That's the year I was born!" and then I realized that was 1987, and I had mixed it up. And I still get completely embarrassed when I think about that. In fact, maybe that's where all of my social problems now have sprung from.
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Date: 2008-03-01 05:05 am (UTC)I have called a teacher "Mom" twice. Once, in first grade. The second time was junior year of high school.