Entry #699- I'm slipping my way out of this one with anyone who will lie down
Last night was good. Hannah, Ems, Allison, and I watched The United States of Leland finally and it was really good. Allison was right that it is quite the downer, but totally worth it, because it presented so many different ideas. Watching it reminded me for the bazillionth time why I prefer movies like that over the mainstream shallow-type ones. Not that all mainstream movies are shallow, it just seems to be the latest trend, because people don't want to have their ideas challenged and they don't want to leave a theater totally depressed and crying.
But they're missing out. I really really do like that movie. I want to see it again, but that'll have to wait.
Then we had this big discussion that led all over the place and ended quite a while after Hannah left, until Allison turned on the light and then next thing we knew, we were talking about lubricating this huge bouncy ball that Allison's mom put in the downstairs shower so we could get it out of there. Finally it came free after many horrible noises and moments when we thought for sure it would pop... and then Emily started playing with it and we were all totally silly from there on out, up to the moment when Emily and I were standing in the street outside Allison's house talking about doing my retarded dinosaur pose/walk for the police if they showed up and expected us to walk a straight line.
And I mustn't forget to mention my stroke of brilliance on (jokingly) what I should make for my final project in Modern Physics- a bra that is a radio... with the tuner and volume where your nipples should be... good times.
And then I had this totally bizarre dream that involved the Kempsells, tarantulas that were kittens half the time, going to the theater- but not being in it or watching it, lacing my pointe shoes (which you don't lace in the first place) and somehow that turned into fixing my hair... it was completely weird. Oh! And I wanted to date this boy but his parents were all protective of him and I was sad. Yeah... I would say that it was a pretty crazy mix of all the recent occurances in my life, with a little bit of sheer insanity mixed in.
I looked up most of the stuff in the dream dictionary, but it was all like, "seeing a tarantula in your dream foretells of horrible things" or something to that extent, and I don't really believe that my dreams can tell the future, so bah to that.
I should go get ready (which will take a while because I need to pluck my eyebrows desperately... they're getting totally out of hand again).... but I don't really want to right now.
Yay procrastination.
Which reminds me of the truck load of homework I got this weekend... Bah. I'll do it tomorrow though.
..."I went to sleep a poet and I woke up a fraud"
I might try to recreate this mental image of what could be a really cool hairdo that I had this morning. I will wish myself good luck. :)
Manda
But they're missing out. I really really do like that movie. I want to see it again, but that'll have to wait.
Then we had this big discussion that led all over the place and ended quite a while after Hannah left, until Allison turned on the light and then next thing we knew, we were talking about lubricating this huge bouncy ball that Allison's mom put in the downstairs shower so we could get it out of there. Finally it came free after many horrible noises and moments when we thought for sure it would pop... and then Emily started playing with it and we were all totally silly from there on out, up to the moment when Emily and I were standing in the street outside Allison's house talking about doing my retarded dinosaur pose/walk for the police if they showed up and expected us to walk a straight line.
And I mustn't forget to mention my stroke of brilliance on (jokingly) what I should make for my final project in Modern Physics- a bra that is a radio... with the tuner and volume where your nipples should be... good times.
And then I had this totally bizarre dream that involved the Kempsells, tarantulas that were kittens half the time, going to the theater- but not being in it or watching it, lacing my pointe shoes (which you don't lace in the first place) and somehow that turned into fixing my hair... it was completely weird. Oh! And I wanted to date this boy but his parents were all protective of him and I was sad. Yeah... I would say that it was a pretty crazy mix of all the recent occurances in my life, with a little bit of sheer insanity mixed in.
I looked up most of the stuff in the dream dictionary, but it was all like, "seeing a tarantula in your dream foretells of horrible things" or something to that extent, and I don't really believe that my dreams can tell the future, so bah to that.
I should go get ready (which will take a while because I need to pluck my eyebrows desperately... they're getting totally out of hand again).... but I don't really want to right now.
Yay procrastination.
Which reminds me of the truck load of homework I got this weekend... Bah. I'll do it tomorrow though.
..."I went to sleep a poet and I woke up a fraud"
I might try to recreate this mental image of what could be a really cool hairdo that I had this morning. I will wish myself good luck. :)
Manda