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?
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?
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