8:26 p.m. - 02.29.2004
Fuck Nemo
Here's a picture of the pirate shirt, and then I swear I'll never speak of it again.
That's not me with my head cut off. That's from the site where I got it, but I didn't want that girl's head up here. I don't know why. I just don't, okay? OKAY? Okay.
I should be working on that fucking albatross around my neck known as the first 20 pages of my play. Or any of the other zillions of things I have to do for school. But I'm not. I talked to friend long distance while we both got high and ate dinner and then started watching the Oscars. I even stayed home from a fun Oscar party to work. Fuck. I'm such an asshole. Now A. is going to come over since she only lives 2 blocks away! She's gonna walk over because it's so warm outside. It was 61 today! In Chicago! In February!
I am so torn between Bill Murray and Sean Penn on this Best Actor thing. I loved both movies, but I do have to say LIT wins out because it was so beautiful. But Mystic River was so awesome, too, obviously a completely different feel though. That's the one I really want to see. But I'm pissed Renee Zelwiger (or whatever) won over Patricia Clarkson. I fucking LOVE Patricia Clarkson. Hello, did any see a little movie called HIGH ART! I don't hate Renee or anything, in fact she is really cute and all, but she's no Patricia Clarkson. Hey, did you guys know I love PATRICIA CLARKSON?
Haven't seen boy in four days and I'm just fine, thank you. We did talk twice but that's it. He did buy me a present so I'll be happy when I get it. I bought him a small present, too.
P.S. I'm also pissed that Triplets of Belleville, which is a freaking masterpiece, lost out to Finding Nemo. Whatevs.
