Advanced Drama is just getting worse and worse. We're supposed to be the "cream of the crop" of the theatre classes at EC, and instead we're the worst off. I just don't understand why these people are in the class when they obviously hate it. To top it all off, with this new semester 1 friend has switched out and 2 people I dislike have switched in. Not a fair trade! And today my two scene partners and I performed our scene, and it bombed because lines got severely messed up. Not by me! Just for the record.
In other news, I have discovered my talents at an addictive PC game called "Peggle." It's April's fault; she made me try it. It's a bunch of red balls and blue balls suspended in different patterns, and you have ten tries to try to hit all the red balls with another ball that you shoot out of a cannon. You look at it and think, "Well, this has got to be the stupidest, most pointless game I've ever seen." And then you grudgingly sit down and play a round just to verify how simple it truly is. And that's where they get you. The game is just difficult enough to make you feel accomplished upon winning each round, but in reality it's very, very easy.
My laptop is still broken so I have to type off the community laptop in the living room: the one April has spammed up from all of the internet computer games that she's so addicted to. Thus, many of my blogging topics revolve around the things around me. Like this playing in the background:
For some reason it posted twice, and I can't figure out how to delete the second one. So listen to it twice.
I like how they get all technoXcore at the "Ham-ta-ro-oh-oh" chorus. Even though a lot of it is pretty weird, you have to admit, this show is adorable. It's a bunch of Japanimation hamsters speaking in high-pitched voices; one of them even has a French accent.
Words cannot express how unsettling it is to stand by and watch my dad grow senile. I've been watching his mind deteriorate for the past... I don't know, probably year now, and I honestly don't know how to handle it. I should be a good daughter and be kind and patient and accepting, but I find myself... angry. I'm mad at him because he can't remember the names of any of my friends, because his driving is getting worse, because he's forgotten how to prepare a meal that wasn't previously frozen. I'm mad because he's supposed to be the dominant father figure, and instead he spends all day in his pajama bottoms in the backyard, solving this week's crossword puzzle. And maybe it's just because I don't like her, but my dad's senility has paralleled pretty well with Sarah living with us. She and my dad have a platonic friendship-- they tell me this and I believe them solely because there have been infinite opportunities for me to "catch them"... yet the only thing I ever "catch" them doing is talking about some recipe for crappy pot roast or that story in the news about the two-car pile up: can you just imagine! My dad used to be an intelligent man. Since Sarah has been in our house making crappy food and saying stupid things and being rude to my siblings and me, my dad has somewhat joined her as a frustrating hick. And one of the things that bugs me the most is this: my dad knows what phrases an old woman would say-- a tacky old woman-- yet as of late they seem to comprise his entire vocabulary. He has NEVER used the phrases "such a shame," "oh dear," or "just a pinch" until Sarah came here and until he started balding. Is Sarah aging him? She acts like an old woman too, although she often says off-color and ignorant things that a classy old woman would say. But from what I hear she's sort of a bad seed: she had some abortions in high school and I imagine she did/does a whole rainbow of drugs. I truly despise her. She has ruined our family by trumping around with her jiggly cottage cheese thighs and boo-hoo-hooing to my dad every time she says "good morning" to me and I don't hear her and don't reply. Then Dad comes and has a "talk" with me about manners when, in reality, it's all a huge misunderstanding. Sarah is a stupid bitch, fancy that! But he doesn't understand that. And I hate her dog. I have given serious consideration to poisoning its food.
Okay, I'm ranting about Sarah now. That woman just... aghh... AGHH!!!... I cannot stand her. She's just... so... blissfully ignorant. A simpleton. A nosy, rude simpleton. Who can't cook (for instance, tonight's dinner was microwaved ham... mmmm, watery). And for whatever reason my dad adores her company. Probably because he has no other friends; my mom is a bitchier stupid bitch who convinced all our family friends that my dad is a terrible, terrible person. He's not; he just wants her to leave him alone at this point. She's the one who demanded the divorce, but she's the one who has been milking it for all it's worth. Money-grabbin' ho who's too picky to hold down a job: that's my mommy! For the past 4 years. Aye carumba. Anyway, Sarah has become the pseudo-mom figure around our household because until the divorce my dad was always the bread-bringer, not the dentist appointment-bringer or the five servings of vegetables-bringer or the feminine products-bringer. However, the only way in which I regard Sarah as "Mom" is that I dislike her about as much as I dislike my mom. But this one I have to live with. And as I've said, my dad craves her company (so they can be hicks together and talk about how fat Danny DeVito is getting recently).
I once asked my dad if Sarah could hang around the house less (she has her OWN house) because she was butting heads with me a lot and it was uncomfortable having her in the house all the time, and his answer was "no." No. No? No. What he should have said after that was, "Here daughter, lean forward so I can slap you in the face."
So... the Other Woman takes priority over the Fruit Of the Loins. Cool. What is it, dad? Does she sell you weed? Did she threat to block scrabulous.com from your computer if you told her to leave? What? WHAT? WHAT caused you to say, "F you, daughter. Remember how I said the first thing I would consider if I ever dated again was your opinion of the woman? Well, I found a marvelous loop hole, because I'm not dating Sarah. I don't find her attractive! Platonic, bitch! So you can flush that opinion of yours down the toilet with the rest of the food Sarah just cooked!"
Cool, dad. Cool.
New topic: Last night Jeski and I rented "The Machinist" (I LOVE having friends who work at Blockbuster). Last week I was Googling images of Christian Bale because Jeski swore he and she had the same nose, and amongst the several decadent pictures of Mr. Bale I stumbled across this shocker of a photo:
Whoah!
Whoah!
WHOAH!
That is NOT sexy!
So we did an imdb.com the movie; sounded interesting, so we got it. It sucked. I can best compare it to a wanna-be Fight Club. A Fight Club where you realize the plot about 20 minutes into the film. It was a suspense film, which Jeski and I hated... a pox on anxiety! And the fact that we creeped ourselves out over such a crappy film was disheartening. And I drove all the way home terrified that the windshield was going to start bleeding or something. That's all I've got for you.
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