the night they wanted to dance

[pradawallflower]

i wish there was a modern explanation of the qua'ran that easier explained it. reehhh. reading muhammed: a prophet for our time while watching the rocky horror picture show, it sort of seems blasphemy to experience them both in the same space. weekend was long, not long enough. needed more time to do absolutely nothing. friday: fine. family and peter for dinner. wasted time watching stupid funnies on youtube, tried to prevent diagnosing macular degeneration in a house guest, then fell asleep watching the two towers on tv. work on saturday was one long bore, put a new pair of glasses through for my mum. then off to kristen's, the boys wanted us to go out but we felt blah so stayed home without matt and jako. watched high school musical 3, twice. drank. watched the little rascals. drank. bakes muffins. drank. threw up. drank. sleep. home. realised i left my blazer there. bummer. read up on the gnostic gospels, downloaded some music, then cousins came over. went to cousin's house for an afternoon and evening. watched man of the house, played doctor with chantelle using my ipod headphones as a stethoscope. ate bulk of everyone else's easter eggs. listened to tenille and jarad's rap song about balls. astounding. watched the first five minutes of stand by me. then the bulk of the wedding singer. then the goonies. ate dinner while watching the footy. watched gossip girl on my ipod with kacee and kiara on my lap. my thigh muscles still hate me. had a rock chocolate fight with jordan. tickle fight with kristie and kacee. got sleepy watching so you think you can dance easter special. filmed jarad rhys jordan and kaylum having a dance off. felt sick. giggled with cass. turned on some other irrelevant boring movie i can't remember. went outside and listened while they made boring references to who wears the pants in the relationships, and vance's mass scary spider bite. came home. watched the office with kris. stole a blanket from casha after she'd fallen asleep on my bed. went to bed and had fun talks with kree about space and science and al gore and global warming and the stolen generation and martin luther king jr. before i explained stuff to her, she thought beyonce was a member of the stolen generation of aboriginals in australia. she is tooooo cute. today we went to see 17 again featuring zac efron with hugely exagerrated expectations and were not disappointed in the leeeast. i'm serious. i know it's zac efron, and he's like the disney whiz kid, but he is soooooo good. and a god. but actually quite good.
now im tired bored lonely and just watched rocky horror for probably the fourth time ever without actually seeing it. i still have no idea what the hell happens in the middle. of the end. but brad is totally cute.
now just trying to figure out whether i should watch a tarantino film or a wes anderson feature. which is better to either put me to sleep, or keep me awake?