This Entry Makes No Sense
Saw Heather's play tonight. I think I'm now officially a Tennessee Williams buff. God it was sad. Good, but sad.
"The show is over. The monkey is dead." I don't know if that was supposed to be funny the first time, but I laughed. The second time, definately not. Shawn shot my pregnant cousin!
I don't want to go back to school. Don't make me!
They showed this clip on SNL of Richard Pryor and Chevy Chase when Pryor was on the show. They're like doing word association and all Chevy's words are black slurs, and all Pryor's are white slurs, and finally they get to:
Chevy: Nigger.
Pryor: Dead honky.
I am very easily amused.
I came out as a slasher to my mom, and I'm not really sure how she took it. She's been irritable all day. But she didn't really seem to care too much, so I bet it's ok.
I feel like I've wasted this whole vacation. I didn't DO anything. (Not that I actually had anything to do, but still.) I didn't even practice my clarinet once all week.
Oh well, there are worse things I suppose. Like having to tell JVL* that I'm not going to be here this weekend because of the band trip.
Oh, and if you are in a horror movie and you have sex, you will die. No matter how bad the CGI is.
*JVL = John van Luling. I'm stage managing his senior seminar.
"The show is over. The monkey is dead." I don't know if that was supposed to be funny the first time, but I laughed. The second time, definately not. Shawn shot my pregnant cousin!
I don't want to go back to school. Don't make me!
They showed this clip on SNL of Richard Pryor and Chevy Chase when Pryor was on the show. They're like doing word association and all Chevy's words are black slurs, and all Pryor's are white slurs, and finally they get to:
Chevy: Nigger.
Pryor: Dead honky.
I am very easily amused.
I came out as a slasher to my mom, and I'm not really sure how she took it. She's been irritable all day. But she didn't really seem to care too much, so I bet it's ok.
I feel like I've wasted this whole vacation. I didn't DO anything. (Not that I actually had anything to do, but still.) I didn't even practice my clarinet once all week.
Oh well, there are worse things I suppose. Like having to tell JVL* that I'm not going to be here this weekend because of the band trip.
Oh, and if you are in a horror movie and you have sex, you will die. No matter how bad the CGI is.
*JVL = John van Luling. I'm stage managing his senior seminar.