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yesterday i watched the movie version of the color purple and it was a pretty good adaptation. spielberg did a good job. it was hard to watch it though for me, because it's mainly about sisters. sister is such a heavily loaded word for me. not many people understand it the way that i do. i want to understand my brother and know my brother the way i do my sister. i feel like i'm missing out there.
last night, yan, alexis and i went to the collegeville diner for the first time and it was all right. it was a diner, i wasn't expecting to be thrilled, but the pancakes were good. then we went to blockbuster and had a card getting party at the counter and rented closer and my life without me. we watched closer and i'm still not sure how i feel about it. the topic was disturbing and cruel, and the script, i don't know. it was one of those movies where you can't imagine anyone in real life actually saying those things. i was prepared to like it, but i don't think i did. it's "twist" didn't really surprise me or make me get something profound from it. except that people are fucked up sometimes. but i knew that. yet, i can't stop listening to "the blower's daughter" by damien rice, which was featured in the movie.
tonight we went to target for a few things and went back to yan's room for some drinks and snacks and watched school of rock. after the movie, shannon decided her hair lacked color, so we shut ouselves in the bathroom and went to work. rinsing her hair in the handicapped shower stall was an experience, it was like giving her a bath. and i pretended to be a ballerina. tomorrow we'll see the finished product since none of us have a blowdryer.
foggy night
last night, yan, alexis and i went to the collegeville diner for the first time and it was all right. it was a diner, i wasn't expecting to be thrilled, but the pancakes were good. then we went to blockbuster and had a card getting party at the counter and rented closer and my life without me. we watched closer and i'm still not sure how i feel about it. the topic was disturbing and cruel, and the script, i don't know. it was one of those movies where you can't imagine anyone in real life actually saying those things. i was prepared to like it, but i don't think i did. it's "twist" didn't really surprise me or make me get something profound from it. except that people are fucked up sometimes. but i knew that. yet, i can't stop listening to "the blower's daughter" by damien rice, which was featured in the movie.
tonight we went to target for a few things and went back to yan's room for some drinks and snacks and watched school of rock. after the movie, shannon decided her hair lacked color, so we shut ouselves in the bathroom and went to work. rinsing her hair in the handicapped shower stall was an experience, it was like giving her a bath. and i pretended to be a ballerina. tomorrow we'll see the finished product since none of us have a blowdryer.
foggy night