american history x is Intense ( Read more... )

saw lysistrata last night, of which i was distinctly not a fan. some things are stupid.
although the part about the unfed and unwashed baby made me laugh. (though not the Really Long Penis...who Does that. it's Not Funny ( Read more... )

you know you're in trouble when you look up and the girl across the lunch table from you is wearing a cross.

school is Silly And Ridiculous (i finally finished song of solomon!) but we did get to write an essay in english today ( Read more... )

um, someone named ME skipped school today. andddddddddd went to the library (beautifully situated about a mile away from the school) and read all day. (except for the part where it rained and i played on the playground. that happened. although the sogginess never quite went away.)
i finished who's afraid of virginia woolf? and read night and day ( ( Read more... )

i have two more ap tests!
which means that skipping some School and reading david sedaris and pointedly Not Studying are certainly justified actions. i justified them, i did. naked, by the way, which is significantly more memoirish than me talk pretty one day and sinks into a lovely chapter about Curly which is...lovely. lovely, lovely, lovely ( Read more... )

read through the dinner party and an old man pretended to be shocked and asked if it were a "dirty book" when i told him it was salinger. i didn't even like catcher in the rye altogether too much (though i was on an airplane and a bit sick at the time), but his short stories. ohman. especially teddy and the one about de daumier-smith. ohmannnnnnn ( Read more... )

so ( Read more... )

hurrah hurrah for nicole kidman. and then again for seeminglytwistedbutactuallyjustreallydamncool (well, still twisted...but also really damn cool) movies. dogville wins. go rent it. and i would recommend, speaking from experience, not making it a Family Movie Night. because i win at that ( Read more... )

( mmm. randomness. )

"You can't act death. The fact of it is nothing to do with seeing it happen--it's not gasps and blood and falling about--that isn't what makes death. It's just a man failing to reappear, that's all--now you see him, now you don't, that's the only thing that's real: here one minute and gone the next and never coming back--an exit, unobtrusive and ( Read more... )