When It Rains

The Blower’s Daughter – Damien Rice

This was finished on Monday night, but I’m posting it now for spacing purposes. Got to give Will’s crazy links some room to breath, youknowumsayin’? Anyway…

In film class, we had a screening of an old silent film by D.W. Griffith called Broken Blossoms. It’s the story of a kind and humble Chinese guy who works in the store around the corner and the young white girl who he longs to be with.

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I asked Adriana to come out and watch The Corpse Bride. It was Friday and her and I were talking and I mentioned how I was going to see it with Will and Jess and I had decided to ask her to come along. She gave me an “I’ll have to see”. I almost threw up in my mouth. Things went smoothly for the rest of the day including an incident where our manager had to discipline us for talking to each other too much. After that I had to think that she was SOMEwhat attracted to me. Well, that is until Saturday when I got the official response.

No. Not a big surprise. She explained that she had to do something with her parents, which I suppose is possible because I can vaguely remember overhearing her mother (who I also work with) mentioning it. Still, she didn’t say no like she was upset or disappointed that she couldn’t make it. I’d say she was relieved. The fact that she didn’t suggest making plans at some future date was the nail in the coffin. I still ended up going out with Will and Jess and watching the Corpse Bride. It was excellent.

On Sunday, I ended up at work for ten hours. That might not sound like a lot to some of you, but for a part-time, minimum-wager such as myself it can be a real painus-in-the-anus. It was one of those situations where they kept asking me to stay longer and I felt obligated too for whatever reason. I was mad at them for asking me to stay, but even angrier at myself for not just walking out. And even angrier that the reason I was staying was because I hoped to talk to Adriana at the end of the day. I was planning to tell her how I felt. I think. I hoped. We had maybe about five minutes alone at the end of the day and for a second there, it almost all came tumbling out. It wasn’t the right time though, not just because her ride was going to be there any minute but because…well, it wasn’t the right time.

I know it was only one bad weekend but I have to seriously consider the possibility that this girl: Just. Does. Not. Like me.

Monday was one of those days where all these little things seemed to go wrong. In other words, it was Monday. First, I was twenty minutes late for class. Why did I still show up? Well, we’re only two weeks into school and I did not want to start skipping classes already. I was supposed to have lunch with Caroline Walker, but I’d mixed up my schedule in my head and I forgot that I had class from 12:00 to 3:00 (as opposed to on Wednesday where after my first class I’m free for approximately 16 hours). She has no cell phone, so I had to wait for a break in my class, run over to Sid Smith, find her so I could tell her that I was NOT going to be having lunch with her and then run back to Innis Town Hall. Along the way, my cell phone went flying out of my pocket and fell to the concrete. I was lucky as there was no noticeable damage. Also, sometime during the day I tried to buy a cheese croissant and the girl ahead of me bought the last one.

I met up with Angel after film class. I’d say more about it, but that would ruin the negative vibes of this post. As always, she’s a good friend.

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Back to the movie. The girl’s father is an abusive and alcoholic boxer who threatens to whip her daily. After one brutal session, she wanders into the Chinese guy’s store and collapses. He takes care of her, gives her dresses and toys and, according to the film, the only kindness she has ever known. He leans in to kiss her at one point, but she recoils. It is kind of creepy considering their age difference. Eventually the father finds out and get pissed off because, as the film so eloquently puts it, a chink is going after his daughter. The next day when the Chinese guy is out, the father goes and gets the daughter back. He beats her to death. The Chinese guy finds her missing, gets his gun and goes to her house. He shoots the father and takes the girl’s corpse back to his shop. He lays her out on a bed and then stabs himself with a knife. The end.

According to this site, I have a 60% biorhythm compatibility with Sarah Michelle Gellar. And it’s 99% physical. I’m also 86% compatible with Shaquille O’Neal. So at least I’ve got that going for me.

Hear joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says “Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says “But, doctor…I am Pagliacci.” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.