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Closure.

April 1st, 2001 - 10:56 PM

    Before I tell you about my day, I will share with you an e-mail I wrote. I get porn mail all the time and always delete it. This time I actually e-mailed the sender. This is in reply to FreakySexyGina:

    Dear Gina,

    Please do not send me things like this, as I am not interested. If I were you, I'd reconcile the differences you must have with your parents. Giving porn to strangers isn't something that people do if they have good relationships with their parents. Just a thought.

    I don't know what possessed me to write that. Anyway, if Gina's e-mail address is real and she replies, you'll be the first to know. I'm just curious what kind of reaction I'd get for an e-mail like that.

    And now on to my fun filled day...

    I got home around four o'clock this morning. We had our cast party last night. It was pretty entertaining. When I first arrived, I was ready to jump out the window. Tons of girls were dancing together to really bad R&B music. I felt like a wet blanket. (By the way, what does this expression mean and where did it originate?) I was not about to get up and dance to the Thong Song. "Not as long as I'm of sound mind and body," I told some girls who were trying to make me dance.

    Eventually I escaped and hung out with a boy and his guitar. I made him play me some Nirvana. Entertainment ensued when GIRL was told that she could not drive home because she was intoxicated. She was supposed to drive other people home too, so they were all left stranded. Parents were called and GIRL was escorted home. It doesn't sound like it, but it was highly comical at the time. At least for me.

    Several hours later I was still at the party. We were all watching Robin Hood: Men In Tights and discussing who was really God: Mel Brooks or Kevin Smith? I told them that it was Brooks because he is God in the center of Comedic Judaism, which was founded by Lisa and myself. (For the record, the four Gospels of Comedic Judaism are written by Adam Sandler, Jerry Seinfeld, Ben Stiller, and Jon Stewart.) We discussed politics and movies and had a generally good time. Lisa and I drove a couple of cool sophomore boys home. They were actually really fun conversationalists. Either that or my brain was so fried after the lyrical stylings of Sisqo that ANY conversation would seem interesting.

    After I got home and slept, it was time for the very last performance of "Do Black Patent Leather Shoes Really Reflect Up?" When I got there the director told us she had an announcement. The show was canceled due to water contamination. People were near tears before she admitted that it was an April Fools joke. I was near tears AFTER she admitted it was an April Fools joke. It's not nice to get my hopes up like that and then crush them.

    So the show went on. It was all right. The get together afterwards was okay too. I will not really miss any of these people. I realize that I rarely miss anyone, even if I like them. Anyway, I didn't like most of these kids. I just pretended to for their sake.

    Tonight was also a brand new X-Files episode. It was great and I was dorkily delighted. God. Now THAT is one great cast. I'd love to work with them. I'd sweep their floors or something. Heck, I'd be Gillian's coffee girl. "Another latte, Ms. Anderson?"

    I am sitting here now eating melted Phish Food ice cream and feeling happy. I got a really nice e-mail from someone about this diary. I was stunned that anybody would think that highly of me. I must admit that I'm a sucker for compliments.

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