Saturday, January 18, 2003
We just had a Mock Trial meeting.
It was only the prosecution, so it was only half the team. And a bunch of people didn't show up, even though some of them had said that they would. (insert steely gaze of wrath here) So there was only so much we could get done. The people who were there and who had questions (that being 3 people) went over their lines of questioning. The 2 witnesses who were there answered questions. This done, there was nothing really more for us to do.
So there was a lot of getting off topic, and a lot of loud conversation, and a lot of story-telling, and a lot of looking at pictures, and generally a lot of Mock Trial bonding, and it was fun. That's a lot of 'and's. So, to make a long story short, we didn't get that much actual Mock Trial done today, but we had infinite good times.
Movies that I have seen recently: Gangs of New York, Amelie, Fight Club. Gangs of New York was OK, it was a little too bloody for my tastes, and a little longer than I think it should have been. I really liked the last scene, though. I thought it was very cool. At one point, some character in the movie said, "I prophesy it will be a very dark night indeed", and Liz and I looked at each other and said, "He prophesied wrong," in exactly the same tone and manner. It was weird and amusing.
Amelie was quite good. Strange, but good. The 'quinze' scene was a bit much for my delicate sensibilites, but I liked the general weirdness of the movie. Of course, I probably would have liked it more if I hadn't been watching it at French Club, because there was waaaay too much other stuff going on. Plus the fact that Brian kept on standing in front of the TV.
Fight Club was incredible. I loved it. I can't believe I had never seen it before. It was really well done. The story was wonderfully executed. Brad Pitt and Edward Norton were awesome. Brad Pitt was very attractive. Visually, the movie was perfect for conveying the feelings and ideas that it was trying to convey. Very entertaining to watch, as well as very pleasing in the artistic sense of film. If you haven't seen it already, go see it. Right now.
Farscape has been back on for two weeks now. I am so happy. I love that show. It's so underrated.
Well, I guess it isn't really underrated, since it won all those Saturn awards. But those don't really matter outside of the SciFi circuit. Kind of like the Hugo, although that's a bigger deal. But it is very underrated in mainstream television. It's just a damn good show.
Should be studying for midyears. I'm not. I suppose I'll do most of it on Sunday, because I don't have anything planned for Sunday. Monday I have another interview. Sigh. I was really hoping to not have to do any, if it could possibly be avoided. They just strike me as so utterly useless. Plus, my mother won't let me wear my comfy jeans to them. So what if they're a bit ragged? They're comfy.
The only good thing about midyears is that I don't have any on Friday. It's B and G Friday. B is painting, so of course we don't have a midyear in there. G is french. French V is actually two semester long classes. Seniors are exempt from finals if their average grade in the class in question is a 90 or above. So the French midyear is really the final for semester one. Since my average is over 90, I don't have to take it. Ha HA! Choke on that little sliver of joy!
Noah brought his giant moose into school this Friday (i.e. yesterday). They were doing show-and-tell in their spanish class, so he brought in the giant moose. It's name is Babe. Short for Babe Magnet. He carted it around all day long, causing much hilarity in the hallways, especially among people who were not personally acquainted with him. I mean, this is not some little stuffed animal we are discussing here. This moose is somewhere in the general vicinity of enormous. He would carry it through the halls with its forelegs around his neck like he was giving it a piggy back. Insanity. Sheer insanity.
Oh, and then in psych class Ms. Henning made the moose sit up front, facing the class. When she was sitting it up, she saw that it's nostrils were holes, and she said, "Hey, can you stick your hand in there?", stuck her fingers in the moose's nose, then hastily removed them and wiped them on her pants. Strangely, this caused the entire class to have the same mental image at the same time, leading to a lot of hysterical laughter and shouts of "GROSS!"
If you don't see what we all immediately and graphically did, then I guess your mind is not connected to the evidently collective consciousness of my psych class.
OK. That ought to keep you voracious readers at bay for a bit.