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tabular_rasaI ended up going to Tiffany and Jamie's concert, and it was nice, albeit long. There was much crying afterwards at this concert, which there was none of at our Orchestra one, lol . . .
We don't have to EARN our blankets as seniors in Orchestra, either, lol . . .
I then spent the night, and actually got some sleep, for once. I had several dreams, all involving, prominantly, Seth (first Drew, Huang, and Darren, and now Seth . . . I'm saying good-bye to all of them, one at a time, in my dreams . . . ). In one, a bunch of people from the combined English class were filming what was apparently a combination of Les Miserables and Hamlet (seeing as how there was a Hamlet, a Cosette, and an Eponine who drowned like Ophelia . . . played by me, again, which made ABSOLUTELY no sense . . . but I just remember falling under the water and someone filming it and saying that it was an absolutely wonderfully perfect shot, lol . . . ). Yet then these wolves show up at the border of the pond in which we're filming (which is in the middle of the woods in Alaska in which I was traipsing about in with Drew, Huang, and Darren last week, lol . . . ), which is by a cabin, and we're all stuck hiding in the water, even though wolves 1) don't attack people (unless they're REALLY, REALLY hungry and the human is alone, or one whacks them with something or something . . . ) and 2) can swim, anyway . . .
There was also a dream in there somewhere about a toy shop and New York (which was, once again, next to this same set of woods . . . still in Alaska . . . right . . . um . . . yeah . . . lol . . . ), and babysitting Mr. Briddell's kids.
I then visited Nichole in the hospital with Mom and Tory. We brought her some magazines, and some fish decorations and lights, and a few things to tie back her hair, since that's what I really wanted when I was in the hospital. She's been bumped up to pediatrics, which means she's been doing much better, but she's still on Vicadin, at least, and she has a special little medicine-release button she can press when she needs more medicine. She has a pickline IV in, too, because of her anemia . . . the IV of which apparently went in much more easily than mine, lol . . .
Then we went to Adam's graduation party, and sat and chatted and ate lots of food.
Tory and I then watched "The Patriot," which was on TV, for Memorial Day (obviously). We predicted practically the entire movie, though it was still good, lol . . . We also spent the entire movie up until the very end trying to figure out where we had seen the villain, because he looked so familiar. At first I was thinking Javert from Les Miserables (he had that sort of Javert-ish air . . . like Tiffany's coat, lol . . . ), but Tory recognized him, too, and she hasn't seen that movie. Then we thought Snape, because he looked Snape-ish, but we knew he COULDN'T be Snape, because he wasn't Alan Rickman.
Turns out he was the guy who played Lucius Malfoy. We couldn't recognize him with his dark hair instead of blonde hair, lol . . . I figured it out in the ending battle scene, when he got stabbed in the arm, and gave Mel Gibson this crazy look. I was like, "AHH!!! It's LUCIUS!!!" and then I started cracking up. Anyway. This is what happens when Tory and I watch movies-- and usually at the lake, too . . . we recognize people from the Harry Potter movies and then bust up laughing . . .
Tomorrow, I have brunch with my godfamily, for my birthday.
I have to figure out when the heck Alice, Robert, and I are filming this movie. I can do it tomorrow afternoon, and
Problem is, I don't know Robert's phone number, Alice said she is busy this weekend-- and so I can't be sure if I'll catch her-- and she has been rather difficult about this whole project, lately, too . . . and neither of them know my lake number (or, if Alice does, she may not think to call, or, even if she does, she probably won't catch us since we're always online . . . ).
I think I will remedy this by making a post to her.
Alice or Robert, if you're reading this, email me, or, Alice, call the number you can see in the next entry, which will be private.
I want to find this out since I'd like to do something on Monday, but the project takes priority, and I can schedule things around it . . . but I have to know when it is!
Ha . . . just turned on the radio, and heard the first playing of "Graduation," just now . . .
Crap, I think I'm going to cry now. *Sigh* . . .
We don't have to EARN our blankets as seniors in Orchestra, either, lol . . .
I then spent the night, and actually got some sleep, for once. I had several dreams, all involving, prominantly, Seth (first Drew, Huang, and Darren, and now Seth . . . I'm saying good-bye to all of them, one at a time, in my dreams . . . ). In one, a bunch of people from the combined English class were filming what was apparently a combination of Les Miserables and Hamlet (seeing as how there was a Hamlet, a Cosette, and an Eponine who drowned like Ophelia . . . played by me, again, which made ABSOLUTELY no sense . . . but I just remember falling under the water and someone filming it and saying that it was an absolutely wonderfully perfect shot, lol . . . ). Yet then these wolves show up at the border of the pond in which we're filming (which is in the middle of the woods in Alaska in which I was traipsing about in with Drew, Huang, and Darren last week, lol . . . ), which is by a cabin, and we're all stuck hiding in the water, even though wolves 1) don't attack people (unless they're REALLY, REALLY hungry and the human is alone, or one whacks them with something or something . . . ) and 2) can swim, anyway . . .
There was also a dream in there somewhere about a toy shop and New York (which was, once again, next to this same set of woods . . . still in Alaska . . . right . . . um . . . yeah . . . lol . . . ), and babysitting Mr. Briddell's kids.
I then visited Nichole in the hospital with Mom and Tory. We brought her some magazines, and some fish decorations and lights, and a few things to tie back her hair, since that's what I really wanted when I was in the hospital. She's been bumped up to pediatrics, which means she's been doing much better, but she's still on Vicadin, at least, and she has a special little medicine-release button she can press when she needs more medicine. She has a pickline IV in, too, because of her anemia . . . the IV of which apparently went in much more easily than mine, lol . . .
Then we went to Adam's graduation party, and sat and chatted and ate lots of food.
Tory and I then watched "The Patriot," which was on TV, for Memorial Day (obviously). We predicted practically the entire movie, though it was still good, lol . . . We also spent the entire movie up until the very end trying to figure out where we had seen the villain, because he looked so familiar. At first I was thinking Javert from Les Miserables (he had that sort of Javert-ish air . . . like Tiffany's coat, lol . . . ), but Tory recognized him, too, and she hasn't seen that movie. Then we thought Snape, because he looked Snape-ish, but we knew he COULDN'T be Snape, because he wasn't Alan Rickman.
Turns out he was the guy who played Lucius Malfoy. We couldn't recognize him with his dark hair instead of blonde hair, lol . . . I figured it out in the ending battle scene, when he got stabbed in the arm, and gave Mel Gibson this crazy look. I was like, "AHH!!! It's LUCIUS!!!" and then I started cracking up. Anyway. This is what happens when Tory and I watch movies-- and usually at the lake, too . . . we recognize people from the Harry Potter movies and then bust up laughing . . .
Tomorrow, I have brunch with my godfamily, for my birthday.
I have to figure out when the heck Alice, Robert, and I are filming this movie. I can do it tomorrow afternoon, and
Problem is, I don't know Robert's phone number, Alice said she is busy this weekend-- and so I can't be sure if I'll catch her-- and she has been rather difficult about this whole project, lately, too . . . and neither of them know my lake number (or, if Alice does, she may not think to call, or, even if she does, she probably won't catch us since we're always online . . . ).
I think I will remedy this by making a post to her.
Alice or Robert, if you're reading this, email me, or, Alice, call the number you can see in the next entry, which will be private.
I want to find this out since I'd like to do something on Monday, but the project takes priority, and I can schedule things around it . . . but I have to know when it is!
Ha . . . just turned on the radio, and heard the first playing of "Graduation," just now . . .
Crap, I think I'm going to cry now. *Sigh* . . .
