I just had to write an entry about the movie I watched last night, Camp. I highly suggest that if you're a theatre person to watch it, and even if you're not, you might still like it. It's based on a real performing arts camp in the Catskills called Stagedoor Manor. Needless to say, I now want to go to that camp next summer. The movie is basically just about the struggles and determinations, and lives of young performers. There were so many parts when I was like "OMG haven't I said that before?". Anyway, last night, I ended up going to sleep with my mom. See, I had a nightmare that Squeaky Fromme and Charles Manson were really mad at me and coming to kill me. Then I got scared that God was mad at me for being intrigued by Squeaky, and for liking the song "Unworthy of You Love", but my mom says that I don't need to worry, unless I like or support Mansonites..which I don't. Today is boring.