sunshine_queen | (no subject) (Reply)

My day has consisted of one lame English class and two class periods spent in the auditorium watching Shaolin Soccer. As in, I saw it twice. As in, I WANTED TO DIE.

There aren't quite words to describe my horror of that particular genre. Mind you, I love stupid-funny movies. I mean, hello, there is pretty much nothing funnier that Zoolander, or Wedding Crashers. But movies like this- a supposed parody of kung fu movies that just... sucked- is like the 40 year old virgin- it's just goes right past funny and into stupid.

So, during the second block I went out to the lobby to hang out, and wound up recommending a bunch of foreign films to Mrs Scott.

At volunteering suddenly all my kids are calling me either Mama or Mami and it's beginning to weird me out. Like, I know it's just their way of saying "Madi" or whatever but it's eerie. I'm eighteen, y'all.

I also feel that there is something enormously pressing that needs to be done. And I really can't think of it. And other than bring in black things to drama (which... I kinda have, seeing as I'm bringing in pants I haven't worn in a year and a sweater of my mother's in so that i can qualify for having black pretty longsleeved thingie in and then replace at some point in the near future, re: before thursday), I got nothing. I know my lines for the play, mostly. I didn't have homework for French. Lord knows if I have stuff for Campi, I wouldn't do it anyway. Point is, I am just being paranoid. Or possibly crazy.