Have been listening to the Juno soundtrack on repeat since three, because that is when I laid down to sleep (with much success. It was my favorite kind of sleep, where you block out everything around you and you're just in the cocoon that is your mind wrapping your body in relaxation yet you're still aware that you're kinda awake.)
Point is, Shane asked if I would be his speechwriter when he's President/ruler of the world/something and I agreed without hesitation because it's always been a Job-For-A-Day pick of mine to be a speechwriter of some sort. Preferably for something that requires convincing large groups of people to trust you and do stuff for you. Writing speeches is one of my favorite things to do, I'm thinkin about running for stuff just so that I can write speeches for it, but then drop from the races because I don't actually feel like running anything unless a film society gets started because--hey, why isn't there a filmmaking society at this blasted school? There's a Drama Board. Imagine if the Drama Board and all of its resources were made available to a group of 10 or more kids who really like making movies. That would be glorious.
To Do
- start Film Society
- Make kool-aid
- Throw away old banana
I've been on a tie streak, this is my second day. Can that be called a streak? Let us say yes, even if the answer is no. I also cracked open the complete volume of Narnia books that I borrowed from Mjumbe. I'm very glad to say that they're in chronological (Narnia time) order and thus I started rereading The Magician's Nephew today and it's just as goode, if not better, as I remember it to be.
Anyways, about the tie streak. In high school I gained an appreciation from the original prep style that grew from 1920s Ivy League I suppose, but even before that it existed in the world. Said appreciation came as a result of the nouveau prep in bright pinks and cotton candy blues and ridiculously short lengthed plaid skirts worn with mid-calf Ugg boots. It was a depressing fad that I hope never comes back as full force as it was. Right, so, classic prep. And at the same time, I've always hated Ralph Lauren for various reasons. CONFLICT AROSE when Molly told me about Ralph Lauren Rugby which is attempting to embody that 1920s ivy league look to the fullest, and doing so quite well (even if all of their models look so disillusioned and disconnected from the world that you wonder if they've been given glassy-eyed contacts or something of a similar vein). I wouldn't buy anything from them because it's ridiculously and unnecessarily expensive, but I am feeling the style.
This has been a substance free post and I am going to do homework now.
"I don't think I'm going to change my last name, cause it's like your identity, so that's weird. Although if I was in a porno I'd have to take my husband's last name to protect my identity. Hmm. But I'm pretty sure I won't be in a porno." molly
"I love Zach Wiener's face, it's so delicate" molly
wtf molly
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