tell mama

today we watched the documentary, "festival express,' in my english class. it was uncomfortable because when janis joplin sings i want to sing too. so she was on screen singing, "cry, cry, babaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay," and i wanted to scream along with her, but i couldn't. when i was eleven i used to record myself singing along to bobby mcgee, really losing it at the end like she does, hey, hey, hey , bobby mcgeeeeeeee, yeah. oh da lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, lieeee, hey, hey, hey, bobby mcgeeeeee. it felt good. i think this documentary was the most footage i have ever seen of janis and i realize that the character jerri blank, from strangers with candy, must have modeled her wardrobe from janis. the tight pants with the visible panty lines, the scarves and head bands, they are all reminiscant of janis and her crazy ways. each wore them differently--janis was serious and pulled it off. on jerri janis' clothes just look like a joke, which is what they are supposed be.

i'm glad it's raining. tonight i wanted to take one of those dances classes where you are working so hard that the mirror is foggy and everything is damp and then you go outside and the whole world is damp. but there wasn't anyone to take. i think i wanted to take a class that would use the mirror, the if malaya did "the beautiful ones." yeah, i really could have gone for that tonight.