Red Notebook: September 12, 2002

September 12, 2002

All I can think of is Dogma. I mean, maybe I need to find a new hobby. “Then again,” I’m looking forward to writing this sucker.
I have to write an essay on a movie, book, song, show, etc. that has impacted me. At first, I was going to use Patriot games as my basis into my encouragement of the Republic against the British, but now I’ve simply changed it to Dogma. The thing that worries me, is I have so many points that I want to address that it’s going to be longer than Hell. On top of that, the Prof wants us to write in detail about us and our whereabouts, which is going to make it even longer! Oh well. He asked for it. :-) At least the ladies t TARF will be proud. I’m going to post it on the board when it’s done, and although it’s not an absolute profession of my “undying devotion,” it will touch on the original reason for seeing Dogma, that of course being Alan Rickman.
Why me? The world is so fucking unfair.
You know what pissed me off yesterday? This girl in my theatre class was ripping on our production of WoZ (She’s from St. Mary’s). Despite the fact that we didn’t have the finances to do everything we wanted to, we still put on a good show. And I KICKED ASS. I stole the show. I was brilliant. Why did she say that? She and her pompous friends can go straight to fucking Hell. I, of course, being Miss Bottled Up, didn’t tell her I was from Menasha, didn’t tell her I was in the show, didn’t tell her to shut the fuck up. I guess my argument would be that it was early and I was too damn tired to start an argument with her.
My head hurts. Really bad. It’s not a migraine, but it’s one of those bitch of a sinus headaches. The kind where you wish you had a drill and just drill a hole from one side of your sinus to the other. Or drill a hole in your eye or right under the eyebrow bone.
It’s one of the few times where masochism doesn’t work.
I’m still in mourning over not getting to see Private Lives. Noooo, I had to see something fucking dumb whilst people in New Jersey seeing it for the fourth time.
Cheers.
J. Didn’t I tell you she was funny?

Red Notebook: September 11, 2002

September 11, 2002

I got Kirsi’s OWL today! I’m so excited to watch this mofo. She sent me a VHS of the Charlie Rose interview. I’ll tell you, the girls at TARF are so incredibly sweet, it’s so amazing. And Kirsi lives in Israel* for Gawd’s sake. Can you imagine the postage on this thing? Know what else she sent me? A little laminated picture of Snape! I was going to put it in my wallet for good luck, but I can’t stand the thought of losing it, so I tacked it up on my computer monitor. Can’t wait till my mom sees it. Heehee!
I hate school. I feel like I’m wasting my life. I mean, I don’t get to see my mom hardly, and I live in her house! And my best guy friend Brietzke? I never get to see him. We both got to school and we both live with our parents, but we don’t get a chance to hang out anymore.
On Friday, I hung out with Dana. We have the best conversations. That’s when I miss her the most. In fact, and I thought about this, I don’t miss any of them. Hell, Lindsay came here last weekend and we spent an hour together and it was so...boring. With Dana, it’s different because we’re both so different, and when we don’t see each other for a while, we have a lot to talk about when we do.
Cheers.
J. Didn’t I tell you she was funny?



*Mistake. She lives in Finland.

Red Notebook: September 10, 2002

September 10, 2002

Things to address today.

Theatre Quiz: I don’t think I did too bad. If I added correctly. I got two wrong. I can’t believe I got the one wrong, “How many children did Laios have?” NONE...Duh, you FUCKING DOLT! Oedipus? Hello. Shit, you are such a fucking moron. Oh well. That’s in the past. Face the demon. Let it go.
FREE CELL BREAK

I didn’t get to audition tonite. Nope. My school schedule conflicts with the rehearsal schedule, so that brings about the end of my career and occupation as an actor at UW Fox. But, I keep telling myself that Mr. Alan Rickman didn’t get the part to that one flick...what was it? Liaisons Dangerous or some shit. Had he gotten the part and not John Malkovich, he NEVER would have gotten the part in DIE HARD, something I would have considered a great injustice.
Oh Mr. Rickman sir...how do you do it? I mean, I could have handled being told I sucked and there was no way in Hell I would get a part, but I didn’t even get to read. Actually, I feel a great weight’s been lifted off my shoulders...so why do I feel so depressed? I hope it’s PMS. I don’t want this to bum me out. I won’t let it. I’m too good for this shit anyway, and I believe it.
Cheers.
J. Didn’t I tell you she was funny?