Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I am concerned that Chris O'Donnell has made a deal with the devil

He hasn't aged a day in fifteen years.

Chris O'Donnell on Sunday night:



Chris O'Donnell in 1994:




I first took notice of this guy when I was in the fifth grade and my family rented the movie School Times. Most girls were going gaga over Brendan Fraser...but I liked the random nice guy that was always in the background. By the time Circle of Friends came-out two years later, I had my first bona fide celebrity crush.

(It didn't hurt that the movie was about a shy, insecure girl with curly hair...just like me! and was set in Ireland...the country I had a random obsession with.)

In fact, Chris O'Donnell is probably the reason I would end-up falling for just about any Irish-looking guy that crossed my path.

When I saw Chris on the red carpet at the Emmys on Sunday, I couldn't believe how young and boyish and fantastic he still looks...and this man has five little kids...shouldn't they have aged him a little?!

Perhaps he hasn't aged because, unlike many actors of his generation, he doesn't seem to have a history of hard-living or partying or trashing hotel rooms.

He's a good guy.

I bet he's very close to his parents and goes to church every Sunday and trains seeing eye dogs.

Chris O'Donnell, congratulations on not becoming a statistic.

And you look wonderful.

Diana Rissetto

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Eight Years

For some reason, I always feel obligated to watch coverage of that horrible, horrible day. I'm not sure why...most people don't. I remember in the months after it happened, I would watch absolutely every special that came on television, and then one night, my mom and I watched a program and I sat there and cried my heart out. My mother told me, "Don't watch any more of these shows! Look how upset they make you!"

But I wanted to be upset.

I didn't know anybody that died that day...just friends and relatives of friends and relatives.

I remember the day it happened.

It was the first time I ever drove on my own. I had a terrible fear of driving that I was forced to overcome when I began commuting to college. That morning was my first time behind the wheel all by myself.

It was the most beautiful, perfect day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky.

I was so relieved when I made it to campus all in one piece...I had conquered one of my greatest fears.

My professor told us to just go to the student center and watch what was happening on television.

I heard people speculating.

"A plane hit the World Trade Center?"
"Did anybody die?"
"Of course people died."

We were watching the TV as the second plane hit.

I went home.

I drove about five miles an hour.

I was never shaking more in my entire life.

When I called my mom from home (this was before I even had a cellphone), the first thing she said to me was, "Everyone is okay."

I wasn't sure how she had gotten into touch with "everyone"...I couldn't even tell you which of our friends and relatives worked in the World Trade Center...but I didn't question it...because at that moment, all I needed was to hear that everyone was okay.

But everyone wasn't okay...and nothing was okay...and nothing was ever going to be okay ever again.

It was the first time I ever felt grateful that my father wasn't alive because he wouldn't have to see what was happening to the city he loved so much.

I can't believe it's already been eight years...but, at the same time, I can't remember what the world was like before this happened.

Diana Rissetto

Monday, September 14, 2009