Sunday, August 22, 1999
12:26 PM, on the computer
I don't think I can ever see Mars Attacks! enough times... it's not the best movie in the world, but for some reason I enjoy it just a little more each time I see it. It's not just funny, it's brilliantly satirical... everyone is just a little dumb, redneck militists get wasted by the dozens, and Tom Jones sings to the animals. That movie ROCKS.
You know, I love life but it can be so boring sometimes... I'm sitting here eating a frozen bag of Reese's Peices and thinking about what I'm going to do about Voice and Diction tomorrow. I have to write a one page critique on a 15-20 minute monologue by a comedian, pastor, heck... anything that is just 15 mins of one dude talking.
I had a wierd dream the other night... it was one of those dreams that you just KNOW is going to happen. Well in the dream I was famous (like I said, it's going to happen) and I married Brittany Spears.
Yes, I just said Brittany Spears.
I don't think it would be too bad, she's very very attractive, but if I start popping up in teenybopper mags as "the guy that's married to Brittany Spears" I'm gonna hurt someone. I can see it now... "in todays news, the guy that's married to Brittany Spears punched out a reporter that called him the guy that's married to..."
12:40 PM, on the computer
I wonder when Mom's gonna get home, I need the car to go to Courtney's and watch Samantha so her mom can go to Hobby Lobby to get art supplies. Fun. But we're going to get to watch a movie later so whoopie. I just put a pudding cup in the freezer with a plastic knife in it... pudding pop... mmmmmm... Oh good, Mom's home now. Hey cool, my grandmother's here!
7:31 PM, on the computer
I got back from Courtney's around 5:30, and I rented a Gallagher tape to use for my homework. I had a good time babysitting, Samantha got mad at me and fell asleep while I watched the Disney Hercules... I just love it how they say "Oh my gods!"...
I'm sitting here thinking, and I'm starting to realize that the internet is something of a boring place when you're seeking intelligent people, at least it is on a Sunday. I think Sundays are generally boring. Sure, I appreciate the meaning of Sundays... but does that mean they have to be so boring? There's rarely anything on TV, there's nothing to do and nowhere to go (at least in the South...) and noone interesting is on ICQ. Oh well, at least I'm not getting nagged to do housework.
I just wrote a Critical review of a Gallagher video... man that made me feel like a kid again. Yes, I realized spending my early years watching Gallagher and George Carlin when other kids were watching the Smurfs is a bit eccentric... but when have I ever been normal, hmm?
*grumbles* bored bored bored bored bored bored... Oh hey, April's on... maybe flirting will help ease my boredom.
I just realized I not only have an Obi-Wan ICQ skin... but I also MADE the blasted thing. Obsessive? Mebbe...
You know... it just popped into my head that I actually did homework to pass time............. groovy.
I just wrote a rant about people that type only in abbreviations... I love venting frustrations with writing.
9:14 PM, on the comp
Okay John, think... you're bored... you have no more homework left... April's not on... neither is anyone you feel like talking to, and you've watched that Gallagher tape twice. Think... Yup, I'm screwed.
AHA!!! Saved by Kelsey!!!
I just realized I have another homemade pudding pop in the freezer... mmmmmm...
10:20 PM, on the comp
I can't stay awake anymore, I'm going to bed...
11:30 PM, on the comp
Well, I didn't go to bed. Leigh Ann came on and I missed her so I decided to talk to her. Courtney got on later and we're having an... enlightening conversation about recent events, which seems to be her mostly pointing out my mistakes with women as of late. Everything she's saying hurts, but she's right. I should forget about Ashley and stop finding reasons to not like Amanda.