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slept bad last night, this morning couldn't get myself out of bed. went over to miriam's, she had a friend over the night before and they were still in bed. i lay down on the couch to read and had really, really trippy dreams. woke up to miriam and her friend pretending they weren't watching me sleep with my mouth open and giggling about it. when i wake up after a nap, i am so out of sorts. i think i started talking jibberish to them, trying to talk about medications that keep me up at night, hours of sleep, and my dreams. can't remember very well.
we made 15+ cups of creme de tomato soup. yuck.
went to soccer practice, that was a drag. jason karlls(?) had a white bag over his head with eye and mouth holes cut out, saying he was in the kkk. it looked like their stupid little hats. i wanted to kill him.
even more of a drag: went to go see spider-man. god, what was i thinking. i can't believe it got good reviews. you know, at first, it was like, meh. then, it started to get almost okay. but, the stupid producers should have edited out a lot of pointless scenes, it kept dragging on. and then thank god! the end! wait, no, just kidding! mj decides to run away from her own wedding to deliver a gut wrenching, disgusting monologue, professing her undying love for p.parker/now-revealed-to-mj-spider-man, and ending it with "go get'um, tiger", as their sloppy kissing scene is interupted by distant sirens.
sorry for "giving away" the ending.
while making c.d.t. soup, i put on led zeppelin. miriam looked at me and said that she didn't like my music. i asked her what kind of music she listened to, and she said whatever it was her friends listened too. since her friend was there, i asked her. avril lavigne.
i can't even begin to describe what i felt at that moment.
i turned up the volume.
they turned off my music.
sigh.
i feel like i'm coming down with the flu. or something. my stomach has that awful constricting sickness you normally get the morning after. or maybe it's just the "go get'um tiger".
we made 15+ cups of creme de tomato soup. yuck.
went to soccer practice, that was a drag. jason karlls(?) had a white bag over his head with eye and mouth holes cut out, saying he was in the kkk. it looked like their stupid little hats. i wanted to kill him.
even more of a drag: went to go see spider-man. god, what was i thinking. i can't believe it got good reviews. you know, at first, it was like, meh. then, it started to get almost okay. but, the stupid producers should have edited out a lot of pointless scenes, it kept dragging on. and then thank god! the end! wait, no, just kidding! mj decides to run away from her own wedding to deliver a gut wrenching, disgusting monologue, professing her undying love for p.parker/now-revealed-to-mj-spider-man, and ending it with "go get'um, tiger", as their sloppy kissing scene is interupted by distant sirens.
sorry for "giving away" the ending.
while making c.d.t. soup, i put on led zeppelin. miriam looked at me and said that she didn't like my music. i asked her what kind of music she listened to, and she said whatever it was her friends listened too. since her friend was there, i asked her. avril lavigne.
i can't even begin to describe what i felt at that moment.
i turned up the volume.
they turned off my music.
sigh.
i feel like i'm coming down with the flu. or something. my stomach has that awful constricting sickness you normally get the morning after. or maybe it's just the "go get'um tiger".