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i just sat through THREE FUCKING HOURS of very bad movieness. in other words, i saw 'gone with the wind'.
and worst of all, it was semi-voluntarily. see, we have to do this project for english about new orleans and thus i decided to watch all these mississipi/KKK/jazz/slavery/superboringthreehourlong movies. and to think i even went to actual trouble to rent the fucking thing. the first videostore didn't have it (i wonder why? IT'S THREE HOURS LONG!) and the second only had it a two video version. yeah, that's right, TWO VIDEOS. it was sooo long i saw some parts on fast-forward. and scarlett made me want to puke with all her "oh ashley, ooooh ashley, i loooove you, i love you! oh ashley, go away! i'll never forgive you! oh ashley, why won't you say you love me? i know you love me! oh go away and never come back. i know you love me, oh ashley!" shit. seriously, fuck. and, like, that was all the movie was about. or maybe i didn't get it.
ok, so yeah, it's a classic or whatever. why, i swear to god, i don't understand. i mean, even in the 1930's, there must have been other movies. or at least films that were as boring as 'gone with the wind' but that weren't three hours long. that would have been better.
but then it came to me... what if i have kids later and i'd want them to see 'the lord of the rings' because, well yeah, those are classics, and they hated it? perhaps my kids (if i ever have them) will think LOTR is boring and long (ok, in total the trilogy is like 9 hours long, so "long" wouldn't be completely untrue), and they won't get why it's a classic. god, that would break my heart. and, obviously, my review of 'gone with the wind' would break lots of peoples haerts too, because apparently - and i repeat, god knows why - it's a very liked and well respected film.
however, I DIDN'T LIKE IT. there wasn't a funny line in it. in the beginning i laughed at some of the peoples costumes and annoyingness, but i even stopped doing that after thirty minutes into the film. i'm not saying it should be a comedy - in general, i HATE comedies - but if it's supposed to be like real life, there have to be SOME funny or charming situations. even during war, some people must have told jokes, no? or laughed instead of crying all the time? or just smiled? whatever.
before i saw 'gone with the wind' - WHICH SCARRED ME FOR LIFE, I TELL YOU - i saw 'mississippi burning' about the ku klux klan. it was ok. but compared to 'gone with the wind' it was amazingly entertaining and superfunny!
oh, and before that, i had a dream. about the boy that i like. i think it was the first dream i had that he was in and right now i'm starting to think you're all going "PORNO!" on me, but it was nothing like that. it was actually disgustingly innocent.
first i was together with jade from 'home & away' because, apparently, in my dream i have lesbian affections for australian soap actresses. i'm not sure we were really a gay couple, but i was following her around like we were, so yeah. we were on some sort of school field/city trip and i saw the boy that i like standing somewhere. i went over to him, smiling, and said "hi there!". he plainly answered: "don't even go there!". uhu, i even get rejected in my dream!! so anyway, the trip went on and jade and me hung out. then, i was at this motel or little inn. it was morning, i was the only one awake. i went to my sister, who was sharing a room with the boy. i let them know i was there (but like i didn't mean to), which bothered both of them, and then i went downstairs. soon, the boy followed. i was thrilled and we talked. he suggested we'd play a game which he then "invented". it was weird, like a board game but with cards also. very odd and totally made up, in the way that dreams only can be. i love that about dreams. anyway, the boy and i, we were so close while playing: i was basically sitting on him, our legs were all entangled and he was nice to me (revelation!). i didn't get the game, but i don't think he noticed. there was a moment when i was rubbing my foot against his ears. that was cute. but then we were interrupted (BOOOO!). i had to go, and this strange part followed: some friends and i were blamed for not cleaning up (which we actually had done!) and another moment where i was handed a paper that, somehow, proved our innocence, but i didn't get it... again. then we were off to walk in some parade or whatever (a field trip acticity), and while we were doing that, i saw the boy again. he was wearing like a black and red leather biker jacket or something. very weird. and that's all i remember... it was fun. i wish i had more dreams with him in it, because that's the only time i seem to be able to be the way i want to be around him.
oh, and after typing that dream, i remembered another dream where he was in, which is actually very cool too. we were at a festival and i ran over to him. i was all over him, holding his hand and stuff, but never kissing (why not kissing? WHY?). he was holding a piece of paper and i accidentaly cut myself on it. and then i bled all over his shirt. i was apoligising the whole time, like "i'm so sorry that your shirt if covered in my blood!". i wonder what psychiatrists would make of that. "i bled all over the boy i like, after i cut myself on the paper he was holding.... so exactly how fucked up am i?".
yeah. please don't let me dream of 'gone with the wind' tonight, or i'll fucking die while sleeping, which, when i think about it, isn't that bad a way to die. whatever. i still prefer not dying at all right now. wow, could it be.. i'm happy, sort of? no. i'm just not unhappy, i think. which is good.
and worst of all, it was semi-voluntarily. see, we have to do this project for english about new orleans and thus i decided to watch all these mississipi/KKK/jazz/slavery/superboringthreehourlong movies. and to think i even went to actual trouble to rent the fucking thing. the first videostore didn't have it (i wonder why? IT'S THREE HOURS LONG!) and the second only had it a two video version. yeah, that's right, TWO VIDEOS. it was sooo long i saw some parts on fast-forward. and scarlett made me want to puke with all her "oh ashley, ooooh ashley, i loooove you, i love you! oh ashley, go away! i'll never forgive you! oh ashley, why won't you say you love me? i know you love me! oh go away and never come back. i know you love me, oh ashley!" shit. seriously, fuck. and, like, that was all the movie was about. or maybe i didn't get it.
ok, so yeah, it's a classic or whatever. why, i swear to god, i don't understand. i mean, even in the 1930's, there must have been other movies. or at least films that were as boring as 'gone with the wind' but that weren't three hours long. that would have been better.
but then it came to me... what if i have kids later and i'd want them to see 'the lord of the rings' because, well yeah, those are classics, and they hated it? perhaps my kids (if i ever have them) will think LOTR is boring and long (ok, in total the trilogy is like 9 hours long, so "long" wouldn't be completely untrue), and they won't get why it's a classic. god, that would break my heart. and, obviously, my review of 'gone with the wind' would break lots of peoples haerts too, because apparently - and i repeat, god knows why - it's a very liked and well respected film.
however, I DIDN'T LIKE IT. there wasn't a funny line in it. in the beginning i laughed at some of the peoples costumes and annoyingness, but i even stopped doing that after thirty minutes into the film. i'm not saying it should be a comedy - in general, i HATE comedies - but if it's supposed to be like real life, there have to be SOME funny or charming situations. even during war, some people must have told jokes, no? or laughed instead of crying all the time? or just smiled? whatever.
before i saw 'gone with the wind' - WHICH SCARRED ME FOR LIFE, I TELL YOU - i saw 'mississippi burning' about the ku klux klan. it was ok. but compared to 'gone with the wind' it was amazingly entertaining and superfunny!
oh, and before that, i had a dream. about the boy that i like. i think it was the first dream i had that he was in and right now i'm starting to think you're all going "PORNO!" on me, but it was nothing like that. it was actually disgustingly innocent.
first i was together with jade from 'home & away' because, apparently, in my dream i have lesbian affections for australian soap actresses. i'm not sure we were really a gay couple, but i was following her around like we were, so yeah. we were on some sort of school field/city trip and i saw the boy that i like standing somewhere. i went over to him, smiling, and said "hi there!". he plainly answered: "don't even go there!". uhu, i even get rejected in my dream!! so anyway, the trip went on and jade and me hung out. then, i was at this motel or little inn. it was morning, i was the only one awake. i went to my sister, who was sharing a room with the boy. i let them know i was there (but like i didn't mean to), which bothered both of them, and then i went downstairs. soon, the boy followed. i was thrilled and we talked. he suggested we'd play a game which he then "invented". it was weird, like a board game but with cards also. very odd and totally made up, in the way that dreams only can be. i love that about dreams. anyway, the boy and i, we were so close while playing: i was basically sitting on him, our legs were all entangled and he was nice to me (revelation!). i didn't get the game, but i don't think he noticed. there was a moment when i was rubbing my foot against his ears. that was cute. but then we were interrupted (BOOOO!). i had to go, and this strange part followed: some friends and i were blamed for not cleaning up (which we actually had done!) and another moment where i was handed a paper that, somehow, proved our innocence, but i didn't get it... again. then we were off to walk in some parade or whatever (a field trip acticity), and while we were doing that, i saw the boy again. he was wearing like a black and red leather biker jacket or something. very weird. and that's all i remember... it was fun. i wish i had more dreams with him in it, because that's the only time i seem to be able to be the way i want to be around him.
oh, and after typing that dream, i remembered another dream where he was in, which is actually very cool too. we were at a festival and i ran over to him. i was all over him, holding his hand and stuff, but never kissing (why not kissing? WHY?). he was holding a piece of paper and i accidentaly cut myself on it. and then i bled all over his shirt. i was apoligising the whole time, like "i'm so sorry that your shirt if covered in my blood!". i wonder what psychiatrists would make of that. "i bled all over the boy i like, after i cut myself on the paper he was holding.... so exactly how fucked up am i?".
yeah. please don't let me dream of 'gone with the wind' tonight, or i'll fucking die while sleeping, which, when i think about it, isn't that bad a way to die. whatever. i still prefer not dying at all right now. wow, could it be.. i'm happy, sort of? no. i'm just not unhappy, i think. which is good.