Mood: .: Sunbeam Inside :.
Listening to: .: India.Arie – Voyage to India CD :.
Reading: .: Don’t Believe the Hype – Farai Chideya :.
Watching: .: The Colour Purple :.
Aloha!
I had a pretty cool weekend.
Christian VanGorder was a former professor at Messiah College.
Sherki was my instructor for Hip Hop practice, and she was busy this weekend, so she was unable to babysit Dr. VanGorder’s kids. She knew I loved kids, and so she asked me if I wanted to make a little extra cash.
I said sure, and so that’s where I was the whole weekend.
Their kids are really really cool. The littlest, Mikey, is about 5 and is the most hilarious little kid you’ve ever met. If you’ve seen “Corrina Corrina”, he’s just like the little nephew of Corrina.
Keegan, the girl of the family is about… 9 I think… and laughs at absolutely everything. We watched cartoons all Saturday morning, and she almost fell on the floor laughing!
Brandon is about 11 and is the most wily prankster I think I’ve met. He’s also a comedian, and is constantly fooling around. You can’t help but laugh at them.
Patrick, the eldest, however, is about 16 and is too cool for everything. I stayed out of his way, and he stayed out of mine.
They’re all (save for Pat) really responsible kids, though. They didn’t object when I had them do a few chores and clean up. Well behaved. We had such fun, too. Played Monopoly (I’m still in my 5 year without loosing streak), Spy, Othello, and played soccer outside… all kinds of stuff.
I loved cooking for them too, I had free reign of the kitchen, and so made up all kinds of dinners. We also order Chinese and Pizza too. I had a blast.
Oh!
And Friday Night, before I left, I watched “The Colour Purple” with INYA. 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
That movie is awesome. It’s Inya’s favorite movie, I think. Whoopi and Oprah BOTH deserve academy awards for their work in that. To say nothing of Spielberg’s absolutely fantastic cinematography. Any man who can make “An American Tail”, “ET”, “Schindler’s List” AND ” The Colour Purple” has to be the best best BEST director ever.
Anyways. That film made me cry, several times. I don’t think Inya noticed, though, because I hid it pretty well.
But it was cool.
Interesting thing was… she walked over here.
It is freezing outside. Cuts-you-like-a-knife freezing, your-face-can’t-move-for-half-an-hour freezing.
Inya is Nigerian.
She hates the cold.
And she walked over here.
…and I over exaggerate-anyways–
My phone was engaged ’cause Fred my roomie was talking on it, and we had talked about watching it before, so maybe that’s why.
In any case, this was right after Bible Study, so naturally the house was full of people. I asked her if she wanted to watch it here or at her place. I thought she might like a little privacy, since she had said before that sometimes she worried about what other people might think of us hanging out together.
She said no, and that she’d like to watch it here.
We went downstairs and began watching it.
A short while later Agaba came down wanting to watch “The Amistad”. She had wanted to watch it with me, but I hadn’t committed because I knew it might have been a possibility that I’d finally see “The Colour Purple” with Inya. Inya basically shooed her out, telling her to watch it somewhere else.
Randomly people came down to see what we were up to, but didn’t stay much. Richard, of course, tried to be a punk and bugged the heck out of us. I chased him away several times after he seriously disrespected Inya (he touched her HAIR).
I would have knocked his block off, but once I got him out the door I returned because I figured he wasn’t worth it, and I didn’t want to miss the movie.
It was so nice. I walked her home afterward.
And, I found I was able to control myself fine. I didn’t over exaggerate things, and left it as a friendship. I’m quite proud of myself, seeing as how strong the feelings are. I feel comfortable around her.
Anyways, I called her when I got home tonight and we talked for a while.
She was all worn out, and on her last threads. She had studied for Intro to Acting all weekend long, practically non-stop and was really sick of it. She was pretty tense, and worry a lot about getting older (she just turned 20).
I let her talk for a while, and listened to her. She was pretty beat. I was able to calm her down a bit, though, and help her not to worry. I dunno. I feel so protective of her. It’s a privilege she doesn’t give to anyone else… she trusts me.
I value that so much.
I wrote a lot over the weekend, but I think it’s too personal for now, so most of you won’t hear it. Sto, if you’re reading this, I might have you edit some of my poems if you don’t mind.
Here’s to a good week ahead!