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Last night everyone watched movies that I've been wanting to see for ages, behind my back. And ate up all the prosciutto and melon. And yelled at me. And I had cramps.

First I went to school. It was very long and boring. I was hungry; I had eaten very little. On and on it dragged. Finally, at 10 pm, I arrived home where Andrew was sleeping over.

Despite this fact, and the fact that Andrew and I have had Thursday sleepovers for the past month, my mom thought I was going to Mint Manor last night. So she served prosciutto and melon, which I had specifically told her days earlier that I was looking forward to eating because it tastes so good. So of course that was all gone. And the main course was spaghetti. With meat sauce, so I couldn't even pick out anything. There was just nothing for me to eat.

On top of this, my parents were in the front watching Catch Me if You Can, which I've wanted to see for months, on PPV. And my sister and Andrew were in the back, watching The Ring. And both movies were half over.

And then I tried to tell Kirsten about what rotten luck I was having and she yelled at me and made me cry. You didn't know that but you did.

And now just not I found out that erin and Gina were also watching The Ring last night.

Everyone was having all my fun while I was suffering through menstrual cramps and people who didn't like the movie Crumb. Don't get me wrong, I understand that it's a film the subject matter of which is highly disturbing. But the lunkheads in my class were all a bunch of immature morons who seemed highly affronted that the professor had chosen the film at all. And I was too tired and crampy to argue back at them. One was actually openly hostile to the professor, who, okay, I've complained about in the past, but suddenly I really liked him because at least he knows a good documentary when he sees one. They're like, "This is a bad documentary because that guy hates women."

Uh, no, it's a great documentary because that guy hates women.

The worst part was, we'd watched The Thin Blue Line on Monday, which was also excellent, but it was about a fucking murderer who framed someone for his crime. I didn't hear any of them going, "This is a bad documentary because that guy killed people." So how come Crumb is badly judged on its subject matter? Can't anyone tell the difference between a cartoon that depicts plastic 50's whitebread drones talking about eating [you know what, I have to delete this part because it's actually turning my stomach] for dinner, and a cartoon which supports nauseating racism?

Luckily, Crissy saved my night by sharing the bunny.

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