Movie Projects

Today was fun . . . well, English was. Also Orchestra when my friends and I sat in a random practice room and ate smuggled cookies . . .

We watched our based-off-Spoon River Anthology movie projects. One group was these three Victorian sisters, and it really reminded me of the Black sisters . . . one had dark hair, one had fair hair, and one had brown hair and ran off with a guy the family didn't want her to marry. There was no Voldemort or Death Eaters, but hey . . . it my little universe, everything is parallel to Harry Potter in some way. Even if it's really far off.

One group's was the FUNNIEST THING EVER. It was all mocking the Mob, but the most hilarious part was this boy (who looks like James Potter anyway; this is ironic), running around in his underwear, in a field, holding up a disembodied deer head. Oh, I wish I had images to post up here . . .

Ours was fine . . . aside from the hard-core lesbian porn! Lol, no . . . more just like girl dressed up like a man (she was playing a guy) and holding hands and implying sorts of things . . . still . . . lol . . . and me burning. And my friend sort of announcing her love to that one boy. She planned it out.

Then the last one really disturbed me. I'm confused. One of the presenters was saying something about how he liked this girl named Amy and her mom scared him off (which really could have happened; my mom scares people and I know she's talked to him on several occasions). It could be some other Amy, of course . . . but then when he's dying (he "committed suicide" live after the movie) he's going on about how the girl he loved he never told and "I hope she knows, I hope she knows!" and people kept turning around and looking at me, but not enough that I knew they knew, it was more like they were looking to me to ask if I knew . . . but he didn't like come up to me afterward or even really look at me . . . but, then again, if I were that blatant, I wouldn't really be all up in there afterward, anyway.

So either I am completely mistaking this, or I was just asked out in about the most blatant, public way ever.

Why is everyone revealing their true loves through their English projects? It's kind of weird.

Actually, it's sort of like Hamlet, which is ironic, considering that my friend's character was named Ophelia and all that . . .

Movie Projects

Today was fun . . . well, English was. Also Orchestra when my friends and I sat in a random practice room and ate smuggled cookies . . .

We watched our based-off-Spoon River Anthology movie projects. One group was these three Victorian sisters, and it really reminded me of the Black sisters . . . one had dark hair, one had fair hair, and one had brown hair and ran off with a guy the family didn't want her to marry. There was no Voldemort or Death Eaters, but hey . . . it my little universe, everything is parallel to Harry Potter in some way. Even if it's really far off.

One group's was the FUNNIEST THING EVER. It was all mocking the Mob, but the most hilarious part was this boy (who looks like James Potter anyway; this is ironic), running around in his underwear, in a field, holding up a disembodied deer head. Oh, I wish I had images to post up here . . .

Ours was fine . . . aside from the hard-core lesbian porn! Lol, no . . . more just like girl dressed up like a man (she was playing a guy) and holding hands and implying sorts of things . . . still . . . lol . . . and me burning. And my friend sort of announcing her love to that one boy. She planned it out.

Then the last one really disturbed me. I'm confused. One of the presenters was saying something about how he liked this girl named Amy and her mom scared him off (which really could have happened; my mom scares people and I know she's talked to him on several occasions). It could be some other Amy, of course . . . but then when he's dying (he "committed suicide" live after the movie) he's going on about how the girl he loved he never told and "I hope she knows, I hope she knows!" and people kept turning around and looking at me, but not enough that I knew they knew, it was more like they were looking to me to ask if I knew . . . but he didn't like come up to me afterward or even really look at me . . . but, then again, if I were that blatant, I wouldn't really be all up in there afterward, anyway.

So either I am completely mistaking this, or I was just asked out in about the most blatant, public way ever.

Why is everyone revealing their true loves through their English projects? It's kind of weird.

Actually, it's sort of like Hamlet, which is ironic, considering that my friend's character was named Ophelia and all that . . .