I slept 'til 12
today. Really, it's like, such a drag
. I spent most of the day playing Lufia and the Fortress of Doom
. It's sluggish, dull, and has a horrific plot
, but there's something so satisfying about playing
it. Enh. I wrote a node called The baby Jesus can just suck it up
, which, apparently, fits better here. So, as follows.Sentence exclaimed by Mary Cameron, the mother of one of my friends. The scene: woman walks in, and Mary insults her 80s hair under her breath...
Alex: Don't do that, ma. It makes the baby Jesus cry. (Yes, it's facetiousness.)
Mary: The baby Jesus can just suck it up. He's going to be in a world of hurt if THAT's making him cry.
That wasn't so bad, was it? Well, yeah, it was. While most find it stupid and blasphemous
, some found it a poor remark on the state I am in
. Frankly, if that's the only thing people remember me by, I'll be sad. I went to a play called The Heidi Chronicles
. Aside from a few technical problems (it's really hard to change sets in The Weekend Theatre
), I liked it. It's not a self-styled masterpiece
, but it's still likable, in a low-key
way. I have school tomorrow. I don't want to face Ms. Donham. After rejecting my Science Fair proposal
, she decided it would be hilarious
it, and me, in front of the class multiple times. And yes, I'd like some fucking cheese with my whine.