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Gods, today was successful.
Nov. 7th, 2007 08:17 pmEwewew. I think I had the worst nightmares in the history of worst nightmares today. First one being me stuck in every horrible pr0no movie there was. Didn't get grabbed by anybody and raped thank god. But EWEWEW. ( Let Me Snip Out a Really Disgusting Bit of Graphic TMI ) I escaped into some teen party or something (as opposed to the "adult" party), so that's how the dream ended.
So I got up and decided to do some schoolwork. Should've gone downstairs like my Dad suggested later, because when I went to the Lounge on our floor (the Study Room had air conditioning and was too cold), some girl was on the couch watching MTV. I snuggled in the pillows since I was cold anyway and tried to read a wonderful book for class called Freakonomics, but the music got so damn obnoxious and the ads were melting my brains and Avril's being a Britney wannabe with heavy eyeliner that makes her look something outta a campy B-movie, and ugh. How can people still STAND to watch MTV? Finally the girl got up and left. JOY! I can finally turn the stupid television off. Now for the kicker: there's usually two remotes in the Lounge. Well, there's only one. And guess what? IT DOESN'T WORK LAWL. I had NO way of figuring out how to turn off the TV, and there's no way I can switch it to the DVD channel without the second remote. Pfft. So much for watching the Mystery Science Theater 3000 DVD I rented.
So I read Freakonomics in bed and fell asleep. Guess what happens next.
Nightmare #2: Worse than the last! Basically I'm at the Dolan's house, and I remember looking for a Lucas poster from a magazine but had no luck (Apparently, suddenly the girls on my college room floor had posters of Sally and Bunnie on their door. Mostly Sally though). I got forced to watch a new movie that came out: Dumbo II. Most of it was completely unrelated to Dumbo, like some ducklings and a boy getting lost and families trying to look for them. (Oh yeah, for little comfort, there's no Timothy). Oh, and me returning the DVD later at some cinema place with the fear of people thinking I stole it--and worried that some guy was stalking me, only he was some dude that helped drive me home and all. But back to the movie. You know what happened that scared the living shit out of me?
There was a scene where Dumbo gets a new cruel circus ringleader, a wrinkled old woman who mistreats him for no reason. A maiden stuck being the ringleader's assistant is the only one with sympathy for him. Then either her or Ms. Jumbo has to help the ringleader give Dumbo a bath. You know what the ringleader does?
She flogs him. Without giving him any room to breathe.
Dumbo's squealing in pain, and though we're never shown the whole of his back, you could definitely see the blood. Not to mention hideous black linings of scars on his back that were grisly realistic. The ringleader sings a short solo that sounds like something outta "Carrie: The Musical". ( Now for the REALLY Squicky Part of It: Guys Are Advised Not to Read ) For some REALLY odd reason, I could hear Fiona Apple's "Extraordinary Machine" in the credits. In the end, the police came, Dumbo was saved and the ringleader arrested, but that didn't stop me from bawling my eyes out. My relatives look at me funny, and My Evil Grandmother Who Must Not Be Named tells me I'm overreacting and should stop being so infantile and immature. Mom either tried to comfort me, say something similar, or simply pity me like everyone else did. I screamed that I absolutely hated the movie, and ran away sobbing into the bathroom.
So I woke up thinking my bed was a bloody mess. Literally.
And lawl. Guess whose time of the month began tonight? (Thankfully, it's really light. But still. Coincidence?)
So I got up and decided to do some schoolwork. Should've gone downstairs like my Dad suggested later, because when I went to the Lounge on our floor (the Study Room had air conditioning and was too cold), some girl was on the couch watching MTV. I snuggled in the pillows since I was cold anyway and tried to read a wonderful book for class called Freakonomics, but the music got so damn obnoxious and the ads were melting my brains and Avril's being a Britney wannabe with heavy eyeliner that makes her look something outta a campy B-movie, and ugh. How can people still STAND to watch MTV? Finally the girl got up and left. JOY! I can finally turn the stupid television off. Now for the kicker: there's usually two remotes in the Lounge. Well, there's only one. And guess what? IT DOESN'T WORK LAWL. I had NO way of figuring out how to turn off the TV, and there's no way I can switch it to the DVD channel without the second remote. Pfft. So much for watching the Mystery Science Theater 3000 DVD I rented.
So I read Freakonomics in bed and fell asleep. Guess what happens next.
Nightmare #2: Worse than the last! Basically I'm at the Dolan's house, and I remember looking for a Lucas poster from a magazine but had no luck (Apparently, suddenly the girls on my college room floor had posters of Sally and Bunnie on their door. Mostly Sally though). I got forced to watch a new movie that came out: Dumbo II. Most of it was completely unrelated to Dumbo, like some ducklings and a boy getting lost and families trying to look for them. (Oh yeah, for little comfort, there's no Timothy). Oh, and me returning the DVD later at some cinema place with the fear of people thinking I stole it--and worried that some guy was stalking me, only he was some dude that helped drive me home and all. But back to the movie. You know what happened that scared the living shit out of me?
There was a scene where Dumbo gets a new cruel circus ringleader, a wrinkled old woman who mistreats him for no reason. A maiden stuck being the ringleader's assistant is the only one with sympathy for him. Then either her or Ms. Jumbo has to help the ringleader give Dumbo a bath. You know what the ringleader does?
She flogs him. Without giving him any room to breathe.
Dumbo's squealing in pain, and though we're never shown the whole of his back, you could definitely see the blood. Not to mention hideous black linings of scars on his back that were grisly realistic. The ringleader sings a short solo that sounds like something outta "Carrie: The Musical". ( Now for the REALLY Squicky Part of It: Guys Are Advised Not to Read ) For some REALLY odd reason, I could hear Fiona Apple's "Extraordinary Machine" in the credits. In the end, the police came, Dumbo was saved and the ringleader arrested, but that didn't stop me from bawling my eyes out. My relatives look at me funny, and My Evil Grandmother Who Must Not Be Named tells me I'm overreacting and should stop being so infantile and immature. Mom either tried to comfort me, say something similar, or simply pity me like everyone else did. I screamed that I absolutely hated the movie, and ran away sobbing into the bathroom.
So I woke up thinking my bed was a bloody mess. Literally.
And lawl. Guess whose time of the month began tonight? (Thankfully, it's really light. But still. Coincidence?)
