freaking hanna
i wish i was out of columbia. i talked to my parents today about my friends from highschool. i don’t really know what to say about that exactly. i miss a handful and don’t the rest. for some reason though, that has been on my mind a lot lately. i found the yearbook from my senior year today too. it just doesn’t even seem like my life anymore. different time.
i am doing some research for my senior film. i am struggling. i thought i knew what i wanted to do, but not so much anymore. i seriously would like to do it for nothing. and the ideas that continue to come into my mind lead to a much more expensive end than i would want or could afford. so, simplify.
so i want to get to savannah. but hurricane hanna has other plans. which is annoying, cause the max i can spend in columbia is about two days. and that expired about two days ago. so, tomorrow i will wake up for day five. too much.
but i think i am taking off super early tomorrow. i hope. i am excited to craft our apartment into the ultimate hang out/comfortable/ohcomehangout/movie niight? yes!/ihave to get homeworkdone, sorry/people never leave/a place i canescape to apartment.
i am wondering if tropic thunder is funny.
i am not sure. ryan hollingsworth and i had delved deep into the mystery of the comedy trailer. if the trailer is too funny, there is no reason to see the movie. however, if it is not funny, well, there is no reason either. but if it is funny enough, then you have to see it. but you never really know when all the jokes are wasted in the trailer. then there are the trailers that pretty much give away the whole plot, along with its twists, in the trailer. it is a very complicated system.
i also just remembered that i left autism the musical in charlotte.
i payed thirty dollars for that.
i retrieved the last of the music i wanted from our old desktop here in columbia. now i feel as though my collection is complete.
now to savannah.
the last two years i have left a georgia song on my blog when i am about to go back. hold on as i find an appropriate track…
ok, this one.
my parents are watching a terrible movie. i’m sure it’s actually pretty good. but it’s an older movie where the wife is home and the husband is at war. and every time they show the ‘war’ it looks like everyone has just come from the dry cleaners. it’s just funny. ope! ed just died.
i must go pay my respects.
rip: ed.
[ps: my mom is sobbing right now. and trying to hide it. and my dad is totally trying not to]
