Oct 17, 2004 11:06
I really shouldn't be writing this entry. I have to have Taming of the Shrew read by tomorrow, and I haven't even cracked the book open. I'm bad.
I went out to the movies with Sam last night to see I &hearts Huckabees (I really hope the heart thingy came out.). What a fucking weird movie. It was still pretty good, but Sam and I left the theater just looking around and thinking, "What the fuck was that?"
Before the movie, Sam and I hung out at Barnes and Noble, and of course, we immediately gravitated towards the study guides (I think we're the only two kids that get turned on by SAT prep books) and went about our merry way. Then this little Asian woman starts asking us to help her find GED books, but the ones we were pointing to weren't big enough. Mind you, this woman's English isn't the greatest and her accent was pretty thick. Then she wanted help finding science books, because "I pass the English! My professor don't know how I pass the English, but I study!" So after I found her some science books, she asks me if I believe in Jesus. By this point, Sam has COMPLETELY ABANDONED me, so I'm there, in the study guides section, ALONE with a crazy Chinese lady. She then starts talking about her whole family history, and how her father was a "Buddha" and her mother was a Christian, and how her dad would come home drunk and beat her family, and that she had a dream when she was younger that Jesus came to her and baptized her. Then she asked me if I was a Christian, which I said no to (I should have just said yes), to which her face completely drops in disappointment, and she then asks, "Oh, are you Jewish?" like Judaism is the plague or something.
Eventually I found a way out of that ("Oh, we have a...movie...soon...wehavetogobye!") but we didn't leave without getting a blessing of Jesus's love from her.
We then proceeded to run to the elevator and collapse in laughter.
This week started the Haunted House thingy at Metro Zoo that my Thespian club is participating in. We volunteered to be actors in the haunted house, and had our first day of work on Wednesday. It was pretty slow, though. We're working again this coming Wednesday (20th), and Wednesday through Sunday (27th-30th), so if you're interested, you should come by!
Too bad half the people reading this are volunteers already. So much for that plug.
I started driving recently. I know, let's all collectively yell, "FINALLY!" But my mother and Mikel think I should, for some reason, learn how to drive stick shift first.
Do you know how hard it is to drive a stick shift car? There's a whole other pedal that I didn't even know was there. You'd think all the times of sitting in the passenger's seat of other people's (peoples'?) cars, I would have noticed the clutch, but no.
I need to work on being more aware.
My first experience with a stick shift car was not too great. I kept stalling the car because I could not figure out the "balance" between letting go of the clutch and pressing on the accelerator pedal. And let's not even talk about the gears. It was just really bad.
Mikel said I did pretty well for my first time, better than he did, but I think he's just trying to make me feel better after my abysmal performance.
Onto more frustrating experiences, my mother and I started filling out my finanicial aid papers. God help me now, I will kill myself soon with all these damn papers and family questions and whatnot.
It's especially hard for me because my family situation is less than normal. I mean, my mother and father were never married, so he really doesn't have any legal obligation to me (my mother and I are scared that he might not give us any money, which is unlikely, but still a possibility). My mother is married (not re-married; this is her first marriage) but my stepfather hasn't legally adopted me or anything. My stepfather and my mother file their taxes together, and I'm listed as a dependant for both of them. So yeah. I don't know how that works.
I should have just been born a rich Jewish girl. I really am one on the inside.
Wow. This entry has gotten long. I guess I had more to say than I thought.
On a final note, "We're the coolest people I know!" -Me, talking about our Thespian Troupe.
I have some pretty kickass friends.
And now I'm rambling.