She is made of iron, sir; I assure you, she can and she will. It is a mathematical certainty.
Watched Titanic on HBO. It is an under-rated movie, I'd say...or at least it just seems that way on IMDb, where half of the message boards say "Dude, this is sooo the worst movie since Titanic". But it's just very well-acted and well-written and well-paced and maybe I personally prefer Good Will Hunting for that year, but it's been almost ten years. Get over yourselves, IMDb people. Also sprach Basil.
So I'm back at Drew. I had a quiz in German, ad the teacher must have known that wouldn't be a popular idea because he gave us all a lot of Gummy bears (Gummibären) to make up for it, which was nice, I'd say. Also, we're going to read Glengarry Glenn Ross for Theatre 64, which I've been meaning to see the film of for quite some time, so that should be good times. Then this evening I went to help move set pieces, but was reminded that I, in fact, have no upper body strength, which is very annoying. What good is going to the gym if I can't lift things?
I need to start being more positive. For real. I realized today (probably for the umpteenth time) that I was muttering to myself "Stop being a freak..." over some minor thing, or even some embarrassment from back in middle school. I...really don't know where that aggression comes from when it comes. Like, at all, just that I hope it goes along its merry way in the near future.
Last night I had a dream in which everyone from Anna Goldfield to Buist Bickley gathered at YPI and sang "Radio Free Europe" and I was happy that they knew all the words.
So I'm back at Drew. I had a quiz in German, ad the teacher must have known that wouldn't be a popular idea because he gave us all a lot of Gummy bears (Gummibären) to make up for it, which was nice, I'd say. Also, we're going to read Glengarry Glenn Ross for Theatre 64, which I've been meaning to see the film of for quite some time, so that should be good times. Then this evening I went to help move set pieces, but was reminded that I, in fact, have no upper body strength, which is very annoying. What good is going to the gym if I can't lift things?
I need to start being more positive. For real. I realized today (probably for the umpteenth time) that I was muttering to myself "Stop being a freak..." over some minor thing, or even some embarrassment from back in middle school. I...really don't know where that aggression comes from when it comes. Like, at all, just that I hope it goes along its merry way in the near future.
Last night I had a dream in which everyone from Anna Goldfield to Buist Bickley gathered at YPI and sang "Radio Free Europe" and I was happy that they knew all the words.