You're not going to believe this...we had a tire swing over there.
Holy shit. I just watched "About Schmidt" for the first time since it was in the theatres. It's a really good movie, even though it's depressing as hell. I really liked that part where Warren is at the payphone, and he goes to leave but then comes back to see if there's a quarter in the change return...I don't know. It was such a human thing to do.
But the thing is, I was watching the credits, and Len Cariou is in it. WHAT THE? I just think that's so fucking cool. He's the guy that gives the speach at the beginning about how the important thing is to say that you did your job, and later he was having an affair with Helen. But it's fucking Sweeney Todd here. And I might just be making this up, but I swear I recognized his voice from somewhere when I was watching it the first time through. And Angela Lansbury is in the ad for the charity he sponsers Ndugu from...and then you see Helen chopping up that thing of meat...it's all coming together. Oh yes.
Class with Sexy Tom tomorrow! I is psyched. I really don't think I worked on my monologue enough; I have it memorized, but...I don't know. We'll see. It was moved ahead from 11 to 2...i think that means I need to go to church tomorrow. Grrr. But yay for Helena! Lydia! Cathleen! Tom! Possibly Mal! Possibly Abby! Yay!
I put in an application at FYE today. I think that would be a good job for me, because I know a lot about movies and music. Of course, they're not hiring at the moment. Grrr. I need to find a place that is, somewhere...but I saw spinningdizy there, and that was good. I hope I can get a job there, or if not there, somewhere...does Foxwoods have jobs? That might be cool.
Attend the tale of Warren Scmidt.
He who saw Kathy Bates's tit.
He writes letters to Ndugu
Because Mrs. Lovett told him too.
That Warren...that Warren Schmidt
The claims adjuster of Woodman.
Ignore that. Just...ignore that.
But the thing is, I was watching the credits, and Len Cariou is in it. WHAT THE? I just think that's so fucking cool. He's the guy that gives the speach at the beginning about how the important thing is to say that you did your job, and later he was having an affair with Helen. But it's fucking Sweeney Todd here. And I might just be making this up, but I swear I recognized his voice from somewhere when I was watching it the first time through. And Angela Lansbury is in the ad for the charity he sponsers Ndugu from...and then you see Helen chopping up that thing of meat...it's all coming together. Oh yes.
Class with Sexy Tom tomorrow! I is psyched. I really don't think I worked on my monologue enough; I have it memorized, but...I don't know. We'll see. It was moved ahead from 11 to 2...i think that means I need to go to church tomorrow. Grrr. But yay for Helena! Lydia! Cathleen! Tom! Possibly Mal! Possibly Abby! Yay!
I put in an application at FYE today. I think that would be a good job for me, because I know a lot about movies and music. Of course, they're not hiring at the moment. Grrr. I need to find a place that is, somewhere...but I saw spinningdizy there, and that was good. I hope I can get a job there, or if not there, somewhere...does Foxwoods have jobs? That might be cool.
Attend the tale of Warren Scmidt.
He who saw Kathy Bates's tit.
He writes letters to Ndugu
Because Mrs. Lovett told him too.
That Warren...that Warren Schmidt
The claims adjuster of Woodman.
Ignore that. Just...ignore that.