LAst night I felt great. My outfit felt good, my boyfriend came in town, and I read a story that I wrote with my own ideas and people clapped. I don't know if anyone enjoyed it, but bennie told me I was great. My father who I read to on the phone told me i brought tears to his eyes, and two friends told me I had a great but dark imagination. I felt like I was on a cloud. Then my night was amazing, but details aren't aloud there...
Now I am at home. My home in lee's summit that is. I came home to start my break, but I will be going back to columbia tomorrow. I am working and I have a lot of homework to take care of. YUCK!!!! Tonight we celebrated my little brother's birthday, two weeks early. I got him some MU stuff and we had an amazing dinner. Then we watched Master of Disguise which is a favorite for us and now I am on here writing to get it done. Titanic is on and everyone is dying while I sit here. I never really got that movie. Maybe I watched it too young but I just thought it was really funny when she lets go of jack because it is soo heartless. And everyone who falls is screaming and looks desperate. They just watch everyone going down. It is sad but way to dramatic. Something else is I remember watching it for the first time at the age of 11 and my little brother was six and while I giggled and the horror of it all he bawled.
The only thing good from the movie was the song My Heart Will GO on. Now there is a tear jerker. I danced to that song for ballet when I was twelve, the last recital I got to be in. My costume was so so so pretty and the song really touched me, even at a young age. But for some reason the story it is attached to did nothing for me.
I suppose now that I am thinking about it, it would be horrifying for anyone who found all those dead frozen bodies. And those dying...freezing to death. Or what about the ones who survived. Wow what a weird feeling. I am not sure which one would be worse... But i think the one dying would be the easiest... No more feeling.
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