feb 25 - post-mid oscars
i dreamt that i was at the oscars and right after i accepted an award i went looking for the toilet. when i got back to my seat the person in front of me was all,"where were you!(hissing)" and i was, "uh? i had to go?" and she said, "you're not supposed to go by yourself! you were supposed to wait for the person to take you!" and, she had a point. because i got lost on the way back and had taken a longer, confusing route. but all i said was, "but i HAD TO GO!!!"
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i was excited over heath ledger's posthumous oscar win, and then my friend went, "it went to a dead person? what's the point?"
what's the point, good sir?
the point is he deserved accolades for good acting, dead or alive.
the point is what a memorable momento of her father it would make for matilda.
the point is, i don't know how to describe why i'm feeling the way i am feeling over an american award show.
then i realised people who had to ask has probably never practiced their oscar acceptance speech, ever. so i calmed down and drank some milk(to practice for my "got milk?" commercial).