Magical Mystery Tour

I'm too lazy to find Beatles songs that actually correspond to my moods anymore, so lately I've just been taking whatever song I heard that morning on "Breakfast With The Beatles," a regular feature at around 8:30 on the oldies station my bus driver listens to, if it's one I rather like.

I'm to the point where I just want the school year to end. I could care less by now about most of my classes. World history has gotten better since the AP test, though, as I'd predicted; earlier this week we watched Dr. Strangelove (which was hilarious and quite quotable: "Gentlemen! You can't fight in here! This is the War Room!") and for the next few days we're going to do absolutely nothing (actually, we're supposed to be working on a project, but no one's worked on any group project in that class all year; there's no reason to expect any of us to start now). English is good because we're doing The Great Gatsby, which I like, but that also involves taking a lot of notes at home out of a book we got about literary criticism, and it's tedious. Everything else is the same it's been all year, mostly boring with some good points.

This week, my main focus has been Thursday and Friday, when I have a lot of stuff to do involving my mom's graduation from nursing school, as well as an awards ceremony/National Honor Society induction. (Speaking of days of the week, lately whenever I say the word "Tuesday," I hold up two fingers. I tend to hold up fingers whenever I'm talking about numbers five or lower, and I guess it's just my reaction to do so even when I'm not actually talking about a number. Today I did it during quiz bowl practice, and Ryan Salberg ridiculed me, saying, "What's that for?" and holding up four fingers. And he's right; I don't do anything with the word "for," or "too/to," for that matter, so why should Tuesday be special? I'm just weird, I guess.) Anyway, all these ceremonies and things involve dressing up (that also includes a First Communion this Saturday and next week's Spanish Honor Society induction, which I guess I have to go to, seeing as I'm the secretary through no fault of my own; I was the only one nominated), which I rather like when I'm comfortable in the clothes and don't have to do it too often.

Lately my dad's been going crazy with renting movies from the library. Every time he comes home he brings a new stack. In the past week or so I've seen Wimbledon (with Kirsten Dunst and Paul Bettany, a bit cheesy but good), Adventures in Babysitting (the most hilariously '80s movie I've ever seen, I think), Simon and Garfunkel: The Concert in Central Park (sigh; very nice), The Triplets of Belleville (extremely odd but wickedly funny in satirizing Americans), and Raising Helen (quite horrible, except for this random Indian woman who kept running around with a baseball bat, which was just funny), and we have Matchstick Men, Being John Malkovich, Mystic River, Kate and Leopold, and Holes left to go. We have this DVD recorder, so he just makes DVDs and stores them away for, presumably, boring summer days. I told Ellen that we had a bunch of movies, so she invited herself over last Friday night to watch one; April and Sonya ended up coming, too. As it turned out, we ended up watching Waiting for Guffman, which I'd already had, but none of them had seen; I think they enjoyed it. This Friday's out because of my mom's graduation, but I should establish a regular Friday night film showing, or something. When we've done it before (last year on various nights we watched The Breakfast Club and Bend It Like Beckham), it's always been nice to just hang out with people.

One week until my birthday...I'm not sure what, if anything, I have planned. Hopefully, listening to my hypothetically brand-new Garden State soundtrack CD.