Sep 24, 2004 21:44
I should have done all of my homework last night, but I sat up making mix tapes instead. Or, actually, mix cds, which aren't nearly as cool, but which everyone now prefers because they've all thrown away their tape players or something. Isn't part of the experience of the mix having to either sit through the songs you like not-so-much as well as the ones you love or spend endless amounts of time blindly fast-forwarding and rewinding to find the things you like? Don't you bond with your music like I do? Kids today. I tell ya.
One of them is for Tristan, the other's for Gabe, who randomly came up to me the other day and said he wanted me to make him a mix and burn him cds. So, that was odd...when was the last time I really spoke to him in depth? Two years ago, perhaps? How does he know about my musical preferences? Very strange indeed. He was really, really unspecific about what he wanted, too, so I've no idea where to start.
Mr. Newitt is really, really obsessed with that cheesy crackle-effect spray. It looks awful, and I'm pretty sure he wants me to spray it over everything I've ever done. He's a very odd man.
The play is going to be really, really awkward, and I can't decide whether or not it will be even worse than last year's. Yes, granted, kissing Jason was incestuous and I don't even want to think about it, but at least it didn't last for an entire page of dialogue. Eesh!
-- Anne