October 24, 2010
Sunday

Since I began writing again, I noticed myself smiling and talking more.

Yesterday, fifteen girls sat in a circle with one girl standing in the middle, flailing around like a tube man outside of a dealership. She used her hands to sign and mimic her topic, used her face, and her feet, but they were all confused.

She spun on one foot going clockwise, counterclockwise, then clockwise again.

"A ballerina," one girl yelled out.

"A toy top!" I chuckled to myself, then turned to the book in my hands.

"One of those things at the fair," Sandra asked.

They went on and on like that, and I wondered at what point would they either give up or would the girl change tactics.

She contorted her face with a smile, gesturing with an open hand from her chin and up.

I looked around the room, they were exchanging glances and mumbling with confused expressions.

"Jim Carrey." They turned their heads to me. My eagerness to answer dissolved when I felt like I was under a spotlight. "From The Mask."

They looked at her, wondering if I was right, so she tipped her imaginary cap while bowing.

"How'd you know," my other roommate, Lucy, asked as the girl took her seat.

I shrugged, and said, "I don't know. I guess if you watch enough Jim Carrey movies, you'll realize he makes the same face." A few of them chuckled and even I cracked a smile. "Also, the spin, and the thing she did with her hand."

"What's your name," the Jim Carrey impersonator asked, and when I answered, she said, "Nice to meet you, Helen. My name's Rosalyn-like Jocelyn. You wanna play?"

"Oh, no thank you. It was nice to meet you, though." I forced a grin, then went back to my book.

"Okay," someone said, dragging the 'ay.' They chuckled as if the encounter was awkward. "I think it's my turn."