Today was a snow day. Well, a “freezing rain day”. So… yay!
However, I don’t know if my math test is tomorrow or the next day or Thursday or what, so if I do all the review questions now, I’ll have nothing to do in class, assuming it is not tomorrow, which I think it shall not be. But oh well, better I have them done and do nothing tomorrow than not have them done and… fail.
What I’m more concerned about, though, is English. I don’t know when I’ll be doing my presentation. I assume Friday, and I guess the teacher will just have three presentations on Friday instead of two, and the last one will go on Monday, I guess.
But it was mainly a good thing that today was a day off because I worked on my seminar. I felt like I was just watching “Hamlet” after “Hamlet” all day. And I didn’t even touch the Branagh version! Bwaha!
The first “Hamlet” of the day was the 1948 Laurence Olivier version… or… wait… what? Where’s the “man who couldn’t make up his mind” title screen? What? That’s… that’s not Laurence Olivier… [five minutes later] WHAT THE HELL, THIS ISN’T BLACK AND WHITE!!!
Okay. I was a little slow on that. “A touch, a touch, I do confess it!”
I mean, the past few days my dad was trying to get the video onto the computer, and so I saw little clips of the movie, but didn’t really pay any attention. And then I finally realized while I was watching it “what the hell, this Hamlet is supposed to be in black and white” and then I realized, no, this is not the 1948 version of Hamlet.
Turns out it was actually the 1969 version with some people and Marianne Faithful, who was really the only person I’d heard of. Well, and Anthony Hopkins. But umm, Marianne Faithful is cool. Also, I think she’s the prettiest Ophelia I’ve seen, but also, she had the sixties eyes thing going on, and I love that, so I’m biased.
Anyway, I was pretty pissed for awhile when I realized it was the wrong one. I don’t know if the movie was just distributed with the wrong case or the eBay guy mixed up the cases or what, but I watched it, and it was okay. A bit cheesy, and what the hell is with crappy Ophelia crazy scenes? I mean HELL people, go CRAZY, don’t just go crazy! *I* should be Ophelia. I can do crazy! Yes! Then Dorian Gray will see me in a play and go “oh I love you” and then I’ll kill myself and then he’ll be all “was your father dear to you, or are you just the painting of a sorrow?” and stuff like that. Oh… how I don’t miss that book.
Though actually, I’m going to need to starting going to the library again, because I think I’ll be doing a bit of reading during my spare. I was reminded that I wanted to read that “The Collector” possibly after my dad promised me he was going to do something really “excellent” for me for helping with his website. I mentioned to my mom that he could get me Roger Daltrey, heh heh. She asked what I would do with him. “Nothing…” Heh heh heh. Put him on my shelf, I said. And that’s what reminded me of that book. Also, “I didn’t know you could fly!” — “I’m not Xena, I’m Lucy Lawless.” Apologies for completely butchering that quote.
Anyway, when I was done watching the 1969 version, I checked the mail and found the Mel Gibson version! (Finally!)
So then I watched that one. I liked it. I mean, the Branagh version was the best because it had everything, but for normal people who don’t really want to sit through three hours, then the Gibson version is better.
I got another idea for another movie today. Actually, just now. And, actually, it wasn’t my idea. I’m just stealing it from someone else, but someone I love nonetheless… which really makes no difference. But this would be a wonderfully wonderful movie for me to make because this person would be like “wow cheers, good on ya!”, but more than likely they would be like “bloody ‘ell, you fucked up my fucking movie, you fish-monger!”. But at least they would be acknowledging my existence in some way, and some people might say the latter reaction would be the better reaction. But alas, it would crush me. And dear lord, he would not say “fish monger”! ACCCK! I need to stop watching Hamlet all the time! I am beginning to learn all the lines. Guh.
Ohh, yes, now I remember what I wanted to talk about.
You see, that’s another thing that happened for a reason. I got the day off today to be able to watch all my movies! But who is doing this if it is not a god or summat?
Actually, I’m starting to remind myself of Jamie Powell in “Charles in Charge”, the one episode where she joins the cult and is all happy, and — WHOOOA JOHN JUST SAID “HAPPY” JUST AS I WROTE “HAPPY”… ohh ho ho, Johnny… don’t mind if I do… as long as George can come too — what was I saying? Err…
Well, okay, so maybe I’m thinking I should join the Flying Spaghetti Monster religion? But… you know, that just doesn’t make sense to me either. I mean, spaghetti is only good for one thing, and that’s making Roger’s hair. Well, Robert Plant’s too. And maybe Frampy’s. But really, I think it makes the best mid/late 60s summat Roger hair really.
But, I have concluded that I am, in fact, on The Truman Show, and that is, in fact, what is controlling my life and letting all these nice little things happen to me lately. Some director in the sky. He can just cut and start it again. “It was nothing, really”. Hahaha, ohh, Johnny. Other Johnny this time. Oh boy… when you’re with me, oh boy…
You know, I found PostSecret a loooong time ago, but I had no idea what it was. The first time I was there, there was a secret that said something like, “When I was little, I used to think everyone was a robot and I was the only human. Sometimes I still do”, and I totally totally agree. And that’s how my life is.
January 15, 2007 at 10:32 PM
Ahhh, snow! Today was hell: a car almost hit me while I was innocently walking on the sidewalk, my homeroom teacher for ‘some reason’ didn’t show up so we got this supply teacher with an accent no one could understand, and, dear god, I saw yellow snow. You’re lucky you live where you live… not much traffic I bet. You’re also closer to the equator so that = warm weather? But then that stupid lake has to screw up your day with possible lack effect snow… awww, poor Jenny.
I can totally relate with that Truman Show idea you have there. There was one day last week when too many odd and unexplainable things happened. You should have seen me in shower (well, not in that sense :p). I was neurotically checking under the shampoo bottles for the cameras. They’re all out to get watch us Jenny, *ninja eyes*
Anyway, speaking of other oddities in this world, I found out you lucid dream (or at least blogged about it?). I can’t believe there’s someone else somewhat normal out there that lucid dreams! I went to all these message boards but only got pedophile freaks.
Hmmm, this explains your dream journal entries. Have you actually been updating every night? Most guides tell would-be lucid dreamers to do so but I haven’t committed yet. It would be fun though, you know, to look back years from now and wonder how that dream came to shape. Some of mine are really extravagant… like, they are Roald Dahl worthy. Maybe I could make a book.
Actually, now that I think back, I have distinct memories of an incident taking place in my elementary school’s office .I remember being strapped into some weird mechanical device with a black hairdresser’s hairdryer-like thing on my head. Then I recall hearing my mom, a principal, three powder faced women and a mysterious man in black talking about how I’m going into a virtual reality Earth from this point on. That’s probably the earliest dream or (possible) memory I can think of.
Still, the more serious thing at hand is whether or not your Truman reference was genuine or not. Maybe you secretly are a writing-actress who was hired to write that for me to see and react to, or maybe I’m the actor…
January 16, 2007 at 8:07 AM
Mmm, well, I don’t know about traffic, since I don’t really drive… but yeah, I guess only when we’re going over to Toronto is there traffic. And then there’s a LOT. And we’re not that much closer to the equator, so I doubt there’s much of a difference. ;)
What do you mean, “somewhat”?!? :P I went to dreamviews.com, I think (haven’t been there for a long time), and they seemed all right there.
And yep, that is exactly the reason why I have a dream journal. Although, I only update if I have a really interesting or vivid dream. So the dream guides probably would suspend me from their school, because there is no way I’m writing down my dreams every day. I used to, and if you look back in the Dream Journal archive, you’d see I wrote pretty often, but I don’t have a lot of time in the morning.
I get pissed off when people say, “do this, or you will NEVER lucid dream!” because then I subconciously stop myself from being lucid if I don’t listen. And personally, I think it doesn’t really matter what you do, reality checks and whatnot, although they might help a bit, you can still lucid dream if you’re bad like me. :P Although, ah, I haven’t been too successful, so maybe there is some method in their madness…
Psst… Steve! About the Truman show thing, you really are sdrfsfdhvccxzcczzcexvvgf
That was a lie. Please do not contact me again. Good bye.