the Easter candy is out!
The Vagina Monologues were so great, the cast did such a good job. I recognized some of the pieces from the HBO special I watched but I'm glad there were a lot that I didn't know. They had girls from the cast write anonymous pieces and then everyone performed them. They were so sad, in one of them a girl was raped by a boy at the school and she talked about how it destroyed her life and how she had to see him on campus all the time after it happened. Apparently there's been some alumni that have been involved in rape, and it just shows you that no place is safe, not even a school like Amherst which is supposed to be one of the top liberal arts schools in the country. I got a chocolate vulva pop, which is not something you see everyday. There was a raffle too, lots of fun things like autographed CDs and sex toys. Didn't win anything of course, how disappointing. I think they are having the Monologues at my school this weekend, I need to find someone to bring, preferably a guy. I think it's important for guys to see it too, although I'm sure most of them will be like, "Vaginas?...uhhh that's wicked nasty man, why would I want to see a show where chicks talk about their vaginas all night?" Those are the type of guys I know, lovely.
I have crazy dreams all the time. In the one last night I was on the computer and then Jeff imed me and said something about being sorry, and suddenly there was a video on the screen that I guess he made, and it was of us driving in a car and at parties and with people I've never seen before. And then there were shots of lots and lots of leaves for no reason I can think of. My dad came in the room and said he needed the computer and he told me not to forgive Jeff. So I went on my laptop and there was only leaves leaves leaves. Then in what I guess was another dream, I'm at this fish stick place and I'm on stage singing a Backstreet Boy song with what I guess is my band. Only it doesn't look like me, I look like this character from this show Instant Star. And I'm really mad about being made to sing a Backstreet Boy song, and then there's a DJ who plays the song Love Hurts when I finish singing. I go up to the bartender and tell them I don't want to play their shitty music anymore, and he says something about reproduction and I don't know what he's talking about. He tells me that we'd all like to pretend that night didn't happen, but his friend probably got me pregnant and they were all planning on me having the baby. I told him he was crazy and that he couldn't know if I were pregnant or not because he didn't know my menstrual cycle and didn't know what went on with my body. He said he just knew I was with child, and I started thinking about abortion. Then it kind of ended. I remember my dreams nearly every night, and sometimes I don't know if I like that.
My school is having a free showing of this movie MirrorMask tomorrow night. My art teacher from last semester talked about how it was one of the most amazing movies he's ever seen and he told us to all see it immediately, so I bet he had something to do with it being shown. I'm definitely going, even if I have to go alone. I never pass up a free movie. Unless it's something like The Fast and the Furious 2.
I have crazy dreams all the time. In the one last night I was on the computer and then Jeff imed me and said something about being sorry, and suddenly there was a video on the screen that I guess he made, and it was of us driving in a car and at parties and with people I've never seen before. And then there were shots of lots and lots of leaves for no reason I can think of. My dad came in the room and said he needed the computer and he told me not to forgive Jeff. So I went on my laptop and there was only leaves leaves leaves. Then in what I guess was another dream, I'm at this fish stick place and I'm on stage singing a Backstreet Boy song with what I guess is my band. Only it doesn't look like me, I look like this character from this show Instant Star. And I'm really mad about being made to sing a Backstreet Boy song, and then there's a DJ who plays the song Love Hurts when I finish singing. I go up to the bartender and tell them I don't want to play their shitty music anymore, and he says something about reproduction and I don't know what he's talking about. He tells me that we'd all like to pretend that night didn't happen, but his friend probably got me pregnant and they were all planning on me having the baby. I told him he was crazy and that he couldn't know if I were pregnant or not because he didn't know my menstrual cycle and didn't know what went on with my body. He said he just knew I was with child, and I started thinking about abortion. Then it kind of ended. I remember my dreams nearly every night, and sometimes I don't know if I like that.
My school is having a free showing of this movie MirrorMask tomorrow night. My art teacher from last semester talked about how it was one of the most amazing movies he's ever seen and he told us to all see it immediately, so I bet he had something to do with it being shown. I'm definitely going, even if I have to go alone. I never pass up a free movie. Unless it's something like The Fast and the Furious 2.