  I'm going to Washington D.C. When I got the letter from GW University I began to jump up and down and croak happily, kind of like a toad, because my voice has been cracked for a few days now. I'm very excited about this. I'll be spending six weeks in the capital, from July 5th to August 15th.
This sort of thing looks good on a college resume, better than a B average, anyway. New friends...new ideas...in a new place, in whitewashed D.C. I've considered the posibility of a nuclear bomb going off there, of course. I'm an American, we think of such things when planning trips. Though I've rued the idea of dying at all, I've thought for quite awhile now that I won't be making it out of my teens.
I could die in a car crash, of some rare cancer, smallpox--but I think if I were to die of some unnatural cause, being caught in the middle of a screaming nuclear explosion would be my choice. If I'm close enough to the blast I may provide a bit more fuel for the fire as well, as my science teacher told me three years ago that those things convert matter directly into energy. That would probably be pretty painful, but I'm not sure I'd be alive long enough for the feeling to climb up to my brain. Went to a party last night. It was good. Nurples turned purple, couldn't work up the nerve to purple others' nurples.
I saw a sign up near a church that read "CHILDREN'S CRUSADE. " I think it was some kind of help-the-community type thing, not really sure, but what vexed me was the title--as the so-called Children's Crusade that occured in the Middle Ages resulted in a march to southern France of, yes, a bunch of insane, zealous chilluns, that, upon reaching the warmth of the Mediterrannean, were promptly sold off into slavery by their fellow Christians. They were convinced that the sea would part for them, and allow them to walk to Jerusalem, where they could slay the heretic Saracens, that sort of thing.
Would have been a hell of a long walk. Great story. Great name for an event, too. Willy gave us the finger in Bar Harbor. Rich chased after him, but to no avail. Isabella said she wasn't into environmental disaster movies, because she didn't like the idea of thinking about something that was inevitable, which kind of goes against her whole hippy "I want to save the environment" ideal but we didn't really call her out on that. I think I like her sister way more, anyway. Read more of the Seven Pillars of Wisdom today, because I have to have it finished by Wednesday and have about two hundred pages to go. Situation negative. Just saw the Day After Tomorrow an hour or so ago. No, not the future, the movie.
Was entertaining, mostly because I was there with Rich, who spent the whole movie giggling with me about the really stupid things that kept happening. Like a British pilot in a helicopter that's just frozen in midair, not saying "oh, bloodyell," not saying "I wish I could see me mum," oh no, this guy, being british, and royal and paternal, says "prepare for crash landing. " Preparing, why are you always preparing? Just GO! Did he honestly think that his fellow crewmembers really needed to KNOW that they should prepare for a crash landing? That, perhaps they couldn't figure it out on their own, what with the chopper's rotors freezing? And then Dennis Quaid pulled this really, really, really wierd smile at the end, like he was getting ready to molest someone...or someTHING.
Like he pricked himself on a syringe loaded with morphine. The women in the movie were all fairly hot, which kind of kept me from effectively judging their acting ability. Quaid's wife played the concerned MILF role. Donnie D'Arco's girlfriend played the "I have large lips and a bright gaze" role. And the Asian woman played the "Chief Science Officer Spock" role. Beyond that they really didn't do anything. All in all, pretty stereotypical too. I noticed that the black people kept getting told to shut up, which was kind of funny. The movie was definitely not as sweet as Independence Day, though it was by the same director. I think because the other film had a clear bad guy, someone to fight, and perhaps more inspiring characters (though they were still cardboard stereotypical cutouts, they were a step up from the ones in TDAT).
I like Dennis Quaid, thought he was pretty cool in The Alamo and Frequency, but....meh...entertaining movie. Not good, entertaining. No interesting camera shots. None. Characters were nonexistent--the best actor in the movie was probably the homeless guy's dog, who also happened to have the most interesting lines in the film, consisting mainly of barking at the sky.
All in all, like most movies, excepting Braveheart, to think of one, it would have been better if I had directed it. 
