Today was a good day. Tiring, but good.

Dad woke me up early and took me out to go get Across the Universe on DVD. SQUEEE! Yes, that’s right. I now own it as well. And if any of you know me well, you realize how much I’m bouncing up and down about this. LOL. Also, he took me back to my old high school so I could get a little homework help from my favorite English teacher, Mr. Lawless. You have no idea how good it was to see him again. I walked into his class before the bell even rang and he didn’t realize I was there until a few minutes went by. Of course, the moment he realized it, he stopped everything and gave me a big hug. He is seriously the thing I miss most about high school.

We sat and talked for about an hour, him helping me with some of my literature analysis exercise that I was having trouble with, and me making fun of him as much as I could. Which, if you know Lawless, is hard to do successfully since he always seems to have a come back for everything. :)

Then, my dad picked me up later and he ended up giving me these beautiful pair of earrings. I swear to you that my father has the taste of a gay man. His taste in jewelry for me is exquisite. They’re sterling silver teardrop earrings and the gems on the end of them are this cobalt blue. He said that he went out and got them for me so when we go see Bill Cosby at the Hault Center this weekend, I’ll have something to wear.

Him and I are starting to rebuild our relationship as of late. I think we’re finally out of the woods on both of us being our stubborn selves. It’s nice to spend time with him. I like living apart from him because this way him and I don’t fight as much about my life and the decisions I make. Since I am out of his house, he views me as an adult who can make her own decisions and mistakes, which is so much nicer.

So overall, today was a great day. I saw people that I love dearly and I also got presents! How cool is that? LOL. I really do need to try and make it out to the high school more. I’d almost forgotten how much I loved talking to Lawless. I actually can have intelligent conversations with him about books which is hard to do with anyone else because all my friends and I tend to read different things. But, since Lawless is an English teacher, he knows of every book that I have to read for college so I can actually discuss things with him. Everyone says that throughout the course of your schooling, you will have one teacher that inspires you the most. I think for me, Mr. Lawless is that one teacher.

Alright, I still have about 80 pages left in Prospero’s Daughter, a chapter left in psychology and I need to edit my paper before school tomorrow. I need to get cracking if I want to get to bed at a somewhat decent hour tonight. Not that I’ll sleep…

I hope everyone else had a really good day as well and Cassandra! I looked for you today but I couldn’t find you. It made me sad. :(

So, I have to write a term paper, an essay on Measure 50, and an essay on a play that I will nto be seeing until this weekend. On top of that, I have my normal readings for school and work... All of this should be done by Monday. Tell me again why the fuck I'm going to college?

Alright... so maybe I'm over reacting. It's just... my characters of my stories are feeling neglected. They are, as my brother would put it, being shoved into a corner like a neglected redheaded step child. Don't ask. My brother and I have a weird sense of humor. I miss Chris.

I just want to write. That's all I'm asking for. But it seems like just as I'm about ready to have school under control, something comes up. Graned, this something was my own fault but I would like to overlook that at the moment. *sigh* Basically, I walked out the door yesterday, headed to the bus stop so I could get to school. I had my Across the Universe soundtrack playing and while I was listening to Strawberry Fields, a car accident took place right in front of me. Right then and there, that should have been a sign to me that the day was about to become complicated.

I got to music class and realized the the one and only project for that class was due and me being the forgetful little girl I have been latley, hadn't even started it. So, I went down to my teacher, practically near tears, and told him that quite honestly, I was stupid and that I had forgotten and was wondering if there was any possible way I could make up for this. He gave me that dissapointed look (God I hate it when they do that) and told me that I could write a term paper for Monday's class and he would just give me a zero on the rough draft that was supposed to be handed in weeks ago. It's not an ideal situation but I fucked up so I'm going to take what I can get.

*sigh* So, this week, my writing class was canceled all week long so we could work on our essay for it. I thought that this week was going to be easy, that I was going to be able to actually write because my essay for writing class shouldn't take too much time in my mind. Insead I now have a term paper tacked onto my workload and a five page essay on a play that I don't even know if I'll be able to buy tickets for this weekend.

If I'm offline this week, the above is the reason.

The good thing that has happened to me this week though? I really reconnected with Caitlyn and even though the two of us spent the whole night crying when we saw each other, it was a good cry. It was so nice to actually feel like I had my best friend again. I didn't realize how much I was actually missing having friends until that night.

I’ve seen Across the Universe three times now and each time I end up crying. LOL. Yes, I’m that nostalgic at times for an era that I didn’t even belong too.

When I first saw it, I was of course apprehensive but the moment the first lines of Girl were sung I was a goner. I got chills running up and down my spine and for the third time tonight it happened again. Never mind that I’m a sucker for color and this movie has so much artistic stimulation that it’s ridiculous. I think the love story all in its own is enough of a reason for me to like it, but quite honestly, Hey Jude is the reason that just glues all the little things together for why I like it. Every time that song is sung I just start crying and I actually hurt with all the pain that I’ve been having to deal with it, but somehow, by the time the first verse ends, the song suddenly turns to uplifting and my tears are more of a release than anything else. My parents are divorcing, my friends and I have split up for reasons that I will not go into, school isn’t striking any sort of provocative thought for my life/writing, and I’m walking through my life numb. But somehow that song gives me the hope that someday this will pass and I’ll be able to function through the day once more without crying. It’s going to happen. I just have to be patient and movies like this help with that. They let me grieve for the characters during the two hours and then they send me off with a smile that is rare to my face anymore.

My favorite scenes besides Hey Jude are most likely “I’ve Just Seen a Face”, “Dear Prudence”, “Revolution”, and of course, “All You Need Is Love”.

I like how they didn’t sugar coat the 60’s either and how they showed that these revolutionist that we have romanticized over the years actually caused harm as well. I was talking to my dad about that when the movie ended because he was asking why I idealized my life after this bohemian philosophy. I had to explain to him that there was two types of bohemians in those days. The people that tried to revolutionize the world through peaceful protests that after a while turned violent, and people that tried to revolutionize it through their art. That’s the ones I want to base my life after. The ones that try to make the world a better place through their art, not through riots and name-calling. I’m glad that Across the Universe showed both sides of this life and showed at the same time that each of these groups had their flaws.

The Beatles do live and breath in this movie. They are everywhere. Their lyrics are not only present, but their tongue and cheek manner, their smiles, everything is there right down to what they wore and Paul’s little habit of thumb biting. LOL. Which I nearly squeed about when I saw him do it in the movie. That and that fact that Jude did a little head shake? Yeah, I was a goner after that one. :)

Plus, Jude? Oh, Jude can have my children any day. :)