Mergh
Exams are OVER. This is good. Today was not so good. I had to get up early today to go to prizegiving, which is this completely mean event designed to make people who don't win things feel bad about themselves. And I'm not just saying this because I didn't get anything besides honour roll and an arts pin - even when I won stuff last year, I still hated it and its rudeness. So please don't think I'm being a sore loser.
HAHA. I'm not taking drama next year. I hope Ms. Waddington runs in front of a bus.
My friend Eleanor has finished editing her novel, and she sent it to a bunch of us to read and critique. If you knew Eleanor, you would know that that's a really brave/uneleanorish thing to do, because she's very private about her work. She sent us a list of instructions involving what we weren't allowed to say and so on. I started writing a book a while ago...I kind of want to start it again this summer, but then she'll think I'm copying her, and copying is not allowed in my world of friends. Plus, since both of our books are fantasy, there's a lot of the generic fantasy plot things going on in both, so it might look like I got some of my ideas from her, which I DIDN'T. Like both our stories majorly involve some sort of magic book. But it is slightly inspiring. She really really really wants to get published, and if she doesn't, I'm going to go out and hold a gun to some publisher's head, because her book is so much better than some of that crap out there.
I went to watch Nancy Drew (ha.ha.) with some friends. Emma Roberts is entirely too perky. But the boy Ned (or Nate?) was good looking. He was in Catch That Kid - obviously, he's very talented. His main role in the movie was to act lovestruck (but in a way that Nancy couldn't see, duh), and look confused. And lean over her when she thew a bomb down an open manhole in slow-mo and fell to the ground. There was a fat little boy in the movie too, who was supposed to be an amusing smart-alecky kid, but he just bugged me. He kept dissing Ned/Nate, and that's not okay. GO HOME, FAT LITTLE BOY.
I have two new obsessive favourite things - the movie Catch Me if You Can, and the book theTime-Traveller's Wife. I just finished the book today, and I almost cried. Except I couldn't, because I was reading it in Prizegiving, and how would it look if I broke down when they were handing out a bunch of trophies? But it is a beautiful heartwrenching book, and I can't even think about it because it makes me so sad. Especially when they amputate his feet. HOW CAN HE RUN?? HE CAN'T RUN WITHOUT HIS FEET. AND CLARE'S ALONE WITH STUPID GOMEZ. (And Ingrid dies, but who really cares about her? That's probably really mean, but I didn't have time to worry about her. Because pardon, but Henry's a little more important).
I also babysat tonight, and they were really horrible. I usually contain myself, but today I was a little bit frosty, and they made me feel bad about myself after, which is not cool. I'm doing my best to keep them all happy, but when they act like goons, I want to quietly throw myself out the window onto the pavement.
Last week, our landlady sent in a bunch of men to trim the trees, because she thought they were dangerous. She seems to be making a lot of poor decisions lately. The trees in the front look so ridiculous without their tops, it's embarrassing. And they trimmed the big tree in the backyard, so there are all these horrible stumps, and they might have well have just cut off my legs or something.
Jeepers, I'm still so sad about the Time-Traveller's Wife. It's constantly in the back of my mind, and sometimes I ask myself, "Emily, why are you so unhappy?" And then I remember what happen, and I want to die. So then I think about Catch Me if You Can, because that movie's great. And sure, unhappy things occur, but the ending is satisfactory. He ends up fighting crime with his bud Tom Hanks, everything's cool. And I'm glad he didn't stay married to Brenda. Brenda was irritatingly undeserving of Frank Abagnale Jr.
HAHA. I'm not taking drama next year. I hope Ms. Waddington runs in front of a bus.
My friend Eleanor has finished editing her novel, and she sent it to a bunch of us to read and critique. If you knew Eleanor, you would know that that's a really brave/uneleanorish thing to do, because she's very private about her work. She sent us a list of instructions involving what we weren't allowed to say and so on. I started writing a book a while ago...I kind of want to start it again this summer, but then she'll think I'm copying her, and copying is not allowed in my world of friends. Plus, since both of our books are fantasy, there's a lot of the generic fantasy plot things going on in both, so it might look like I got some of my ideas from her, which I DIDN'T. Like both our stories majorly involve some sort of magic book. But it is slightly inspiring. She really really really wants to get published, and if she doesn't, I'm going to go out and hold a gun to some publisher's head, because her book is so much better than some of that crap out there.
I went to watch Nancy Drew (ha.ha.) with some friends. Emma Roberts is entirely too perky. But the boy Ned (or Nate?) was good looking. He was in Catch That Kid - obviously, he's very talented. His main role in the movie was to act lovestruck (but in a way that Nancy couldn't see, duh), and look confused. And lean over her when she thew a bomb down an open manhole in slow-mo and fell to the ground. There was a fat little boy in the movie too, who was supposed to be an amusing smart-alecky kid, but he just bugged me. He kept dissing Ned/Nate, and that's not okay. GO HOME, FAT LITTLE BOY.
I have two new obsessive favourite things - the movie Catch Me if You Can, and the book theTime-Traveller's Wife. I just finished the book today, and I almost cried. Except I couldn't, because I was reading it in Prizegiving, and how would it look if I broke down when they were handing out a bunch of trophies? But it is a beautiful heartwrenching book, and I can't even think about it because it makes me so sad. Especially when they amputate his feet. HOW CAN HE RUN?? HE CAN'T RUN WITHOUT HIS FEET. AND CLARE'S ALONE WITH STUPID GOMEZ. (And Ingrid dies, but who really cares about her? That's probably really mean, but I didn't have time to worry about her. Because pardon, but Henry's a little more important).
I also babysat tonight, and they were really horrible. I usually contain myself, but today I was a little bit frosty, and they made me feel bad about myself after, which is not cool. I'm doing my best to keep them all happy, but when they act like goons, I want to quietly throw myself out the window onto the pavement.
Last week, our landlady sent in a bunch of men to trim the trees, because she thought they were dangerous. She seems to be making a lot of poor decisions lately. The trees in the front look so ridiculous without their tops, it's embarrassing. And they trimmed the big tree in the backyard, so there are all these horrible stumps, and they might have well have just cut off my legs or something.
Jeepers, I'm still so sad about the Time-Traveller's Wife. It's constantly in the back of my mind, and sometimes I ask myself, "Emily, why are you so unhappy?" And then I remember what happen, and I want to die. So then I think about Catch Me if You Can, because that movie's great. And sure, unhappy things occur, but the ending is satisfactory. He ends up fighting crime with his bud Tom Hanks, everything's cool. And I'm glad he didn't stay married to Brenda. Brenda was irritatingly undeserving of Frank Abagnale Jr.