Monet's Garden
Wednesday, January 9, 11:23 PM
Short blog today, because my dad wants me sleeping earlier. It's Wednesday? Well I forgot it came by so fast, but I wished it was Thursday. In French class today we watched a cartoon about Monet's Garden. It was a film that supported pedophilia, there was a little asian girl by the age of 10 and and a man of 80 years age. I thought it was wrong, it was evidently supported that there was more then a neighborly love between those too. They were rompering around in a hotel room with one bed; they travelled in an airplane together. They had held an illegal picnic in Monet's Garden, where he poured her wine labelled "XXX". They used to word forbidden most of the film, and the little girl kept removing articles of clothing each scene. I didn't catch all the euthemnisms used to the film, as I was screaming my head off. Perhaps it is our sick minds that made us see the light of this film. In real life I would have nothing to do with an 80 year old man that was not a relative. Mr. Bloom, you sick bastard. My dad's telling me to start sleeping at eleven now, and I'll manage, but I must point this out. It was an awkward experience.
I ditched PE today; it was my idea. Jennifer was a good enough buddy to accompany me. I was broke, she was sweet enough to buy me an apple tart from Happy Doughnuts. We bonded over our experiences with other people. She shared with me a bottle of water. It's a new thing being broke. We wondered what would happen without us in class; we wondered if we'd have a phonecall home. At the moment, it all felt right. We found ourselves again. We came back to school when people got out. We came back with confidence, we found Payam. Jennifer was introduced to classmates. Her shyness seemed to fade for the moment. Tina came in, I was happy. Louie was back from Qcup. It was a little victory for me today.
