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19/11/2001 - 8:42 p.m.

Basically Boring

I have to come up with a favorite movie that I can easily quote lines from. Now, none of the ones on the list in my profile will work- Moulin Rouge isn't out, and I don't know enough lines from it off the top of my head, Much Ado About Nothing, RENT and Into the Woods are easily recognisable for the purposes, and not even really movies, and Yellow Submarine is just a terrible choice. I haven't really got any other favorite movies, though. Besides, I have to pick a movie people might actually be able to guess from my knowledge of it. Well, I have several weeks to come up with one, so, that'll be fun, or something.

They put the French test off for another day, so that's either a really really good thing, or a really really bad one. I already had all the grammer notes written out in Tolkien Runes on my hands (I'm messed up, don't ask). It's not my intention to fail this one.

I'm learning a monolouge for class from Broadway Bound. That is absolutely my favorite play of all time, but Neil Simon is a hoe because he won't give people the rights to do his work in forms he doesn't approve. Now, I understand, I guess, but for the moment, I'm changing that scene with Eugene and Kate into a monolouge for Kate. I've wanted to do that since I first saw the show, and I figure, the girl who played Kate has been graduated two years now, and it's my senior year- I'm going to go for it. I know it's far beyond my actual acting ability to do it on my own, but for class, I can do it all right.

Hard stale cake looks very much like new lucious cake. I never realised how much they resembled each other. They taste very completely differently, however.

I've got the chorus from Kisses Sweeter Than Wine in my head. I don't know why- well, I've got a couple of guesses, but they involve my patheticness, which I don't want to give creedance to tonight. Fighting my silly romantic nature because it never seems to do for me the things I want it to.

I can't spell tonight.

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