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Nothing beats waking up in the morning, looking at your clock that is currently in the wrong time zone because you were too lazy to change for daylight savings day months ago, calculating what time it really is, and realizing your shift was supposed to start right that minutes. Oops. I wasn't even drinking last night, ha. I even set my alarm, I just forgot to actually turn it on.
One of my favorite movies growing up was Jurassic Park. I remember being in K-Mart as a kid and my mom looking at the cardboard stand of Jurassic Park VHS tapes and actually picking it up, saying how interesting it looked, and buying it. This was a big deal back then, because my mother never bought VHS, let alone of a movie she would never watch. (I don't actually remember if she ever did watch it, but she dislikes anything that is action related/gory in any shape.) But that is how it started. I watched it again and again, so much so that the VHS actually broke. For all of my love of that movie, I had never read the book. That is, until I just finished it an hour or so ago. Never before has a book sucked me in so fully. From the moment I started first reading, I did not wish to stop. A majority of that had to do with the nostalgia of being taken back to a place I loved so much so many years ago -- different but so familiar at the same time. Reading the book and hearing Jeff Goldblum in my head whenever Ian Malcolm spoke was just perfect. I looked at the clock around 10 pm last night, saying I'd read for another hour or so since I had work in the morning only to find myself looking at the clock again and seeing 4 AM.
One of my favorite movies growing up was Jurassic Park. I remember being in K-Mart as a kid and my mom looking at the cardboard stand of Jurassic Park VHS tapes and actually picking it up, saying how interesting it looked, and buying it. This was a big deal back then, because my mother never bought VHS, let alone of a movie she would never watch. (I don't actually remember if she ever did watch it, but she dislikes anything that is action related/gory in any shape.) But that is how it started. I watched it again and again, so much so that the VHS actually broke. For all of my love of that movie, I had never read the book. That is, until I just finished it an hour or so ago. Never before has a book sucked me in so fully. From the moment I started first reading, I did not wish to stop. A majority of that had to do with the nostalgia of being taken back to a place I loved so much so many years ago -- different but so familiar at the same time. Reading the book and hearing Jeff Goldblum in my head whenever Ian Malcolm spoke was just perfect. I looked at the clock around 10 pm last night, saying I'd read for another hour or so since I had work in the morning only to find myself looking at the clock again and seeing 4 AM.
