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Saturday, March 09, 2002
the dance was pretty dull and boring. and by the time i left, i had a headache, which sort of sucked, because i wanted to go out and do something after. but it's ok. kathy made me laugh, and i actually spoke to graham and peter, which was very odd, but fun. graham and i threw mike&ikes; at this weird looking guy. that was nice. the best part of the dance, though, was beforehand. i was there setting up, and for a bit it was just me, greta and chelsey. the two of them are so cool sometimes. they were doing this thing, sort of a "Behind the Dance" thing, where one of them would be the camera person and the other would be being interviewed. they'd give these funny, cliched answers that were completely realistic to those shows. and then one would say something like "it's been great, through, working with the band... cut to the band! cut to the band!" and the "cameraman" would run over to the band and "film" them. it was so funny. all of it. they were just... in their own little world, and i got to watch. Friday, March 08, 2002
Thursday, March 07, 2002
junior year sucks. i'm going to sleep, however, rather content. how do you measure a year in the life?
i don't want to go to school tomorrow. or at all. dammit. notes to self:
I missed Friends and Will & Grace, but it was worth it. And besides, I�m sure Jessica taped it. But even if she hadn�t� well, it was worth it. The music and the lights and just talking. Completely comfortable, that�s what it is. I feel bad, though. Sorry I got you in trouble. I think I do that too much. But it�s ok, I guess. Yeah.
so i get home today... and my room's clean. this is very odd. because it's, like... spotless. and before... it wasn't. it was really, really bad. now it's clean. how nice. i love not having to work and having good things done for me. hmm. i should go out and buy 80s clothes. but i don't know where to do that. damn. Wednesday, March 06, 2002
i just went out to see 'Betrayal', a Yale Caberet play. it was really, really good. sad and intense and cute and just incredible. and courtney starred, with these two guys i didn't know but who were really good. and i got to talk to courtney afterwards, which was really cool. she recognized me before the show, and hugged me. and jon said hi, and michael even hugged me, which was cool. and i saw rebecca, and she seemed happy to see me, and hugged me, and i was just so happy to see all of them again, and shocked that they even remembered me, though i'd never forget them in a hundred years. rebecca and courtney were my two favorite girls from both shows. if meg had been there, it would have been perfect. but even without all the people i knew, the play was really good. if i were in ensemble, i think i'd direct something like that. it's only three people, but it's really good. of course, two of them are guys, so it would be hard at marlborough, but still, i like it. i'm happier now. theatre does that, huh? Tuesday, March 05, 2002
I haven�t done anything today. I got home and fell asleep for a little over 2 hours, got up, and watched TV for about two hours. I hadn�t done any homework until just now, waiting for my brother to get offline, and all that was reading a poem. I didn�t get to go to the play tonight, but that�s ok. Maybe tomorrow, if I don�t have a lot of homework. But yeah. I watched TV, which was nice, and haven�t done anything. It was awful TV, though, and I�m rather embarrassed at what I watched, but then MASH came on, so it�s ok again. Then, however, I got a phone call. It was Chris(tian). Which made me feel special. We talked for about an hour, about a whole bunch of random stuff. If I go to prom, I might bring him. That�d be cool. He�s a really cool guy, and lives such a different life from me. I can�t even think about how we first became friends. I think I just randomly sat next to him at a YL meeting, and did my smiley thing and scared him a bit, and then we were cool. We talked all through the lunch break that day, even though I had promised myself I would study for history. But we discussed more important things, really. That�s real learning, I think. Anyway, he actually called, which is cool. And from a hotel, which is funny. Hehe, I shouldn�t be babbling on this much, but it surprised me, and made me happy. Monday, March 04, 2002
I really like her. Goblin Market was incredible, and all of her stuff is interesting, and sort of sad. i don't think she thinks she is capable of love. an interesting concept...
in response to "No, Thank You, John" by Christina Rossetti: Please, Christina Why can�t you just give me your love? Christina, you�re all that I think about, You�re my other half, you�re my missing part. Even when we quarrel and fight, Friendship is all fine and well, Why won�t you listen to all my pleas? I can�t go back to how it was before, I think about you night and day,
Na na na na, nanana na na na... and no, it is not the Ghostbusters Theme. and now my walls are covered in lovely clips and phrases, like "You may have just saved three" and "I want to know the facts! Please send Top 10 Mythis about Small Liberal Arts Colleges right away." Also, "Type O makes a difference!" *giggle* and it's all that crazy girls fault. i /wanted/ to do homework, but i couldn't because she was bouncing around and being crazy and blah blah blah. like i would every actually say that, kiki... then i got a phone call from rachel and it wasn't for me and that made me laugh. :) and know what tomorrow is??? kiki's birthday!!! now, where is my father with that poem? it's rather important... Sunday, March 03, 2002
i'm very tired. and i need to figure out where my mood is /this/ week. sigh... oh, and there was a Saw Doctors concert tonight, but it was 21 and older, so i couldn't go. which sucks, because they probably won't be in LA again for quite a while. dammit... i'm off to sleep. but i leave you with this: Beware the ides of March...
shit!! i have no VHS tapes, and laura's phone was busy for over two hours (probably left the receiver off somewhere), so i didn't get to tape it. i'm such a fuck up. i'm really sorry, anyway. stupid.
i haven't been here an hour, and already i'm ready to leave. my mother's bombared me with a thousand questions, not paying attention to the answers because the TV was on and she has ADD, and my brother and mom are yelling at each other, as usual. it's really bad, as usual. he's even supposed to go to dad's later, for dinner and "so that there's a break between the two of them" as emilia said. but he's not going soon enough. they're both being so loud and obnoxious and not listening to each other. maybe that's where i get my indecisive, noncommital communication style. because i can't stand this. they both just yell and scream, but don't hear what the other is saying. i hate it. and mom, you're thinking about "it's behind the milk." jesse didn't watch that with you, i did. so, like usual, you're not making any sense. god dammit. and i'm even back here, so people should be closer by. but as it is, it feels like i'm alone. fuck it. simpsons is on in a bit, and dad's taping the season premeire of SFU, so i'll be fine... Thank you, Blogger.
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