somebody just told me they were watching a new story on CNN about city cops in New Orleans looting, randomly stealing things like generators out of hospitals. this seems unbelievable.
christine’s parents got up at five this morning, trying to leave their small town outside of houston, only to be stuck in traffic for hours, finally going home to wait out the storm. everybody’s running out of gas.
i feel like there’s this very very thin delicate line between civilization and anarchy, and the anarchy keeps moving to the forefront.
is the world going to end soon?
if so, i must start eating more cookies.
*sigh*
in playwriting class tonight, people were describing their story ideas. it seems there’s only one other person in class who’s going to write something comedic. most of the other ideas involve angst, alcoholism, arguing, strife, trouble, trouble, and more trouble. during the break, two students were talking about how it’s easier to write something to make a person cry, and they were discussing about how humor is so subjective…
all i could think was, i have to try to cheer myself up by writing something funny. i don’t want to watch something depressing and sad, there’s too much of that in real life. i want to be entertained, i want to laugh, i want to turn my frown upside down.
that’s what randy keeps saying to me, every day. “turn that frown upside down, grace,” he keeps saying to me. luckily he’s usually talking to me on the phone when he says it, so i don’t have to smack him.
i hope christine’s family is ok, and remains that way.
ok then,
grace going to bed early tonight.