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Sunday, November 21, 1999 Well, here it is. I started my webpage. All I really wanted was a place to keep a journal online, so I guess this will be the most important part--well, to me, anyway. I keep a real journal too, but that one is off limits to the public. I suppose this will be sort of an update page as well, where I'll post changes to the site. Only two more days of school till I'm off for Thanksgiving Break. This year we're going to Pensacola to visit relatives. I think this holiday has lost its meaning for me. No more "I'm thankful for my family and that we have food to eat and shoes on our feet and for the President of the United States." It has just become another few days off from school and an excuse to eat a lot. Poor turkeys. I'm thankful for all of the vegetarians in the world who won't be responsible for the slaughtering of the helpless fowl. I'm not one of them. Quickfoot, my turtle, is sleeping at the moment. He's so cute! Sometimes, when he's sleeping, I'll wonder if he's dead and move his tank around a little to see if he'll wake up. I'm so mean. I feel like Elmira from Tiny Toons every time I do something like that. How horrid. Last night I saw The Messenger, starring Milla Jovovich as Joan of Arc and Dustin Hoffman as God. What a freaky movie. I think it would have been better if it focused less on Joan's visions and more on the battles. Milla played an excellent lunatic though. There were also some interesting decapitations worth noting. Monday, November 22, 1999 It's 2:11pm now, here in Florida. I just got back from my British Literature class, in which we spent most of the time talking about looking at literature from an objective point of view, as opposed to the subjective route many were taking in the class. It irritates me so much, these students trying to learn to think critically and then going on to talk about how such and such a character should be shunned by his society--or how they would never do whatever the character did to get herself into her dilemma. Oh puh-leeze. Give me a friggin' break. more of what Sarah's saying >> |
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