I usually don't update this often
This is how we know I'm bored.
This is also how I know that I should probably audition for Menagerie- that is, if I don't need to use it for IB Theatre as tech experience. If I don't have something to do after school, I'll watch too much TV. I strongly dislike TV, and I don't feel good when I watch it too often.
So, today was a lovely senior skip day, it was. It began groggily at 6:30 in the morning at mom's house when my cell phone alarm went off. Still in my clothes from the previous day, I went to the railing by the stairs and hovered for a moment in a state of sleepy consciousness, pondering my hoodie, slung over the railing. As I was contemplating putting the hoodie on, Angeline came storming upstairs, head wrapped in a towel, wearing her pajamas still. "I have nothing to wear, because the cat freaking barfed on my clean clothes," she said.
"Are you serious? Which one?" I asked, still hovering.
"Mistoffeles! Now I have no clean clothes, so I'll have to wear dirty ones and STINK, like I don't STINK enough already!"
"I'm sorry," I said, glancing over the railing, down the stairs, to see Mistoffeles scurrying past the doorway rather quickly for a cat lovingly dubbed "Fat Man."
"I hope you know that I am VERY, VERY angry with you!" Angeline yelled.
Apparently, he had been climbing along my mom's dresser, when, as a result of his excessive grooming, he felt a hairball coming on. He hacked it up over the side of the dresser, right into the perfectly-placed laundry basket below containing Angeline's clean, folded clothes. My mother informed me of this after Angeline had been dropped off at school, and I laughed as I haven't in a long time. No, it isn't nice to have cat hairball on your clothes, but when it isn't your clothes, it's funny. Of all the places Mistoffeles could have picked, it had to be right over the laundry basket, from the dresser. Silly, fat cat.
Anyways, after being dropped off at dad's house I proceeded to watch tv and get fat(ter). Things were going enjoyably, despite that I had seen that stupid Beyonce video three times, when it so happened that a show titled "There and Back Again" began on MTV. I can't say why I was compelled to watch, because I don't really know, but it wasn't until after the second episode that I officially realized what I was watching. If you all will take a trip down memory lane, you'll probably remember a certain boy band called "O-Town." What I was watching was former band member Ashley in his attempts to create a successful solo CD, get his girlfriend through the birth of their child, and just live life in general. I really started to feel terrible for the guy because he's still really young but totally washed up, and his biggest problem is trying to break the boy-band stereotype he's been branded with. Call me ridiculous if you must, but really, it was sad, and I don't mean that in a sarcastic or mean way.
So, getting off of that heavy topic, I later went to the movies and saw that Colin Farrell one, "A New World." Well, the first thing I can happily say is that he must have had an eyebrow wax. Watching Colin Farrell's ridiculously overgrown eyebrows for an extended period of time was the strongest reservation I had towards this movie, but it was neatly neatly taken care of; his eyebrows were relatively tame.
The second thing I can say is that the acting was rather good. John Smith and Pocahontas had nice chemistry, very nice. The intimacy and love were quite palpable and they attained them without even kissing, really.
The third thing though, is that by the time that movie was done, I was asking who the hell directed the damn thing and made it so freaking long and slow-paced. Honestly, Peter Jackson wouldn't even do that! If PJ is going to keep you in a movie theatre for three effing hours, it's going to be mostly exciting and action-filled. This movie was not action-filled, and not very exciting. The least they could have done to make it so would have been to get Colin Farrell naked! Actually, just kidding, because the exclusion of nudity and sex was a good choice. It's just... slow-paced movies should not be dragged out that long. It was a wee bit unnecessary.
Other than that, it was rather beautiful to watch, and very nicely done. I appreciated it, truthfully. I suggest waiting until you can rent it or borrow it, though.
Anyways, I suppose I should conclude the entry... I sense that it's getting boring and I've slowed down my writing pace, so three things:
1. Try the Whataburger place on John Young, it's good... and while I'm at it, if you haven't been to Chipotle, go, NOW. (random thought)
2. There happened to be yet another great movie on our VHS shelf I hadn't yet watched. The first great movie I'd never watched that we'd had on the shelf forever was Shawshank Redemption. You KNOW I was kicking myself for that. This weekend, however, my love for Brad Pitt was completely rekindled with Meet Joe Black. Have you ever seen so much charisma?
3. I hope you all had a lovely day, whether you skipped or not, and I really hope something happens that prevents you higher level math kids from getting an ass-raping. I'm sorry about that. You should Always Look on the Bright Side of Life though, which in this case is that there is still humor in the world: think of the IB HL Theatre kids with Ms. D as their teacher, who skipped their mock orals today. Hahaha! I'm not saying we have it bad, I'm just amused that no one probably even thought of those stupid orals, and even more amused that no one probably cares... I don't, anyway. :)
Love you all,
Jessica
This is also how I know that I should probably audition for Menagerie- that is, if I don't need to use it for IB Theatre as tech experience. If I don't have something to do after school, I'll watch too much TV. I strongly dislike TV, and I don't feel good when I watch it too often.
So, today was a lovely senior skip day, it was. It began groggily at 6:30 in the morning at mom's house when my cell phone alarm went off. Still in my clothes from the previous day, I went to the railing by the stairs and hovered for a moment in a state of sleepy consciousness, pondering my hoodie, slung over the railing. As I was contemplating putting the hoodie on, Angeline came storming upstairs, head wrapped in a towel, wearing her pajamas still. "I have nothing to wear, because the cat freaking barfed on my clean clothes," she said.
"Are you serious? Which one?" I asked, still hovering.
"Mistoffeles! Now I have no clean clothes, so I'll have to wear dirty ones and STINK, like I don't STINK enough already!"
"I'm sorry," I said, glancing over the railing, down the stairs, to see Mistoffeles scurrying past the doorway rather quickly for a cat lovingly dubbed "Fat Man."
"I hope you know that I am VERY, VERY angry with you!" Angeline yelled.
Apparently, he had been climbing along my mom's dresser, when, as a result of his excessive grooming, he felt a hairball coming on. He hacked it up over the side of the dresser, right into the perfectly-placed laundry basket below containing Angeline's clean, folded clothes. My mother informed me of this after Angeline had been dropped off at school, and I laughed as I haven't in a long time. No, it isn't nice to have cat hairball on your clothes, but when it isn't your clothes, it's funny. Of all the places Mistoffeles could have picked, it had to be right over the laundry basket, from the dresser. Silly, fat cat.
Anyways, after being dropped off at dad's house I proceeded to watch tv and get fat(ter). Things were going enjoyably, despite that I had seen that stupid Beyonce video three times, when it so happened that a show titled "There and Back Again" began on MTV. I can't say why I was compelled to watch, because I don't really know, but it wasn't until after the second episode that I officially realized what I was watching. If you all will take a trip down memory lane, you'll probably remember a certain boy band called "O-Town." What I was watching was former band member Ashley in his attempts to create a successful solo CD, get his girlfriend through the birth of their child, and just live life in general. I really started to feel terrible for the guy because he's still really young but totally washed up, and his biggest problem is trying to break the boy-band stereotype he's been branded with. Call me ridiculous if you must, but really, it was sad, and I don't mean that in a sarcastic or mean way.
So, getting off of that heavy topic, I later went to the movies and saw that Colin Farrell one, "A New World." Well, the first thing I can happily say is that he must have had an eyebrow wax. Watching Colin Farrell's ridiculously overgrown eyebrows for an extended period of time was the strongest reservation I had towards this movie, but it was neatly neatly taken care of; his eyebrows were relatively tame.
The second thing I can say is that the acting was rather good. John Smith and Pocahontas had nice chemistry, very nice. The intimacy and love were quite palpable and they attained them without even kissing, really.
The third thing though, is that by the time that movie was done, I was asking who the hell directed the damn thing and made it so freaking long and slow-paced. Honestly, Peter Jackson wouldn't even do that! If PJ is going to keep you in a movie theatre for three effing hours, it's going to be mostly exciting and action-filled. This movie was not action-filled, and not very exciting. The least they could have done to make it so would have been to get Colin Farrell naked! Actually, just kidding, because the exclusion of nudity and sex was a good choice. It's just... slow-paced movies should not be dragged out that long. It was a wee bit unnecessary.
Other than that, it was rather beautiful to watch, and very nicely done. I appreciated it, truthfully. I suggest waiting until you can rent it or borrow it, though.
Anyways, I suppose I should conclude the entry... I sense that it's getting boring and I've slowed down my writing pace, so three things:
1. Try the Whataburger place on John Young, it's good... and while I'm at it, if you haven't been to Chipotle, go, NOW. (random thought)
2. There happened to be yet another great movie on our VHS shelf I hadn't yet watched. The first great movie I'd never watched that we'd had on the shelf forever was Shawshank Redemption. You KNOW I was kicking myself for that. This weekend, however, my love for Brad Pitt was completely rekindled with Meet Joe Black. Have you ever seen so much charisma?
3. I hope you all had a lovely day, whether you skipped or not, and I really hope something happens that prevents you higher level math kids from getting an ass-raping. I'm sorry about that. You should Always Look on the Bright Side of Life though, which in this case is that there is still humor in the world: think of the IB HL Theatre kids with Ms. D as their teacher, who skipped their mock orals today. Hahaha! I'm not saying we have it bad, I'm just amused that no one probably even thought of those stupid orals, and even more amused that no one probably cares... I don't, anyway. :)
Love you all,
Jessica