It is now, with the taste of Raspberries in my mouth and the clock two hours early that I bring in the New Year.
I just finished Lauralot's AMAZING Fic 'Shadow Selves'.
If you like Batman and online literature, I insist you go read it.
Warning: You'll have to start at the beginning of the series, which is equally as amazing.
I also insist that you go watch EvilIguanaProductions videos.
Always wonderful, between Allen's shirtlessness and Craig's wonderful Chicago accent, it is truly the best thing YouTube has let on the website.
Wow, I mind as well just re-name the blog 'Shameless Plugs R Us'.
With a backwards R of course.
A lot has changed this year, a great lot.
Shall I list a few?
I shall?
I knew you'd say that!
Too bad I'm not going to, because I'm lazy.
I am happy the year is ending though.
Mostly because I want to see what the hell is going to happen to Mexico this year. Apparently they have a problem with the number 10.
Smacked right in the forehead with a 'Screwed' stamp.
Either way, happy new year citizens of the 9th division!
Beatles: I told you about strawberry fields. You know the place where nothing is real. Well here's another place you can go Where everything flows. Looking through the bent backed tulips To see how the other half live Looking through a glass onion.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
El Guapo
There's nothing going on.
I'm just posting to avoid doing my work I suppose...
World History homework is my El Guapo.
You know?
From the Three Amigos?
No?
Shame.
Here's the inspirational message of the day I guess: "In a way, each of us has an El Guapo to face. For some, shyness might be their El Guapo. For others, a lack of education might be their El Guapo. For us, El Guapo is a big, dangerous man who wants to kill us. But as sure as my name is Lucky Day, the people of Santa Poco can conquer their own personal El Guapo, who also happens to be *the actual* El Guapo!"
There Now, now don't you want to go watch Three Amigos?
No?
Shame again.
Beatles: It's been a long time, now I'm coming back home, I've been away now, oh how I've been alone, Wait till I come back to your side, We'll forget the tears we cried.
I'm just posting to avoid doing my work I suppose...
World History homework is my El Guapo.
You know?
From the Three Amigos?
No?
Shame.
Here's the inspirational message of the day I guess: "In a way, each of us has an El Guapo to face. For some, shyness might be their El Guapo. For others, a lack of education might be their El Guapo. For us, El Guapo is a big, dangerous man who wants to kill us. But as sure as my name is Lucky Day, the people of Santa Poco can conquer their own personal El Guapo, who also happens to be *the actual* El Guapo!"
There Now, now don't you want to go watch Three Amigos?
No?
Shame again.
Beatles: It's been a long time, now I'm coming back home, I've been away now, oh how I've been alone, Wait till I come back to your side, We'll forget the tears we cried.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
The Road to El Dorado
Its paved with ice apparently.
Here's the story:
Parox came over Monday and we watched Mythbusters and Batman with Jack Nicholson, ate Pizza from Walgreens, and pigged out on leftover Christmas cookies. Then the Parents came home with their toadies, so we went upstairs and tried to watch Batman Returns, but we fell asleep before Catwoman blew anything up.
The next morning is when things got interesting.
The plan was for Parox to go home at 11:00, but she decided to come to the Mall (of America) with my Mom and I. But for reasons that remain unexplained to this day, my Mom changed her mind and we couldn't go to the Mall. So the plan morphed into 'Say, lets walk to Highland and see Avatar'.
So one EvilIguana video later we were on the road to El Dorado.
I hate ice.
So so much.
It might even have been better just to wear skates. Alot more suitable for these conditions.
With the fact that we had to walk super slow and the fact that we left with thirty minutes to spare combined, mixed well and baked, it adds up to us being 15 minutes late for the movie. So we just said Screw it and we went to White Rock Cafe where we whiled away an hour drinking Hot Cocoa and talking about random things.
Afterwards we ran through the cold to arrive at Half Price books, where I procured a copy of Memoirs of a Geisha. Then we perused the videos and I got Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Blair Witch Project, and West Side Story.
We were in the lower level of Half Price books when we got the call.
It was Parox's friend, whom shall be called Rayne, asking if we'd like to go to (ironically) the Mall.
You are correct my friend.
So we immediately set out on the road once more.
Colder than ever, we tramped and slipped our way up the hills of truth and the mountains of anarchy, we were almost there when machine gun fire riddled numerous vehicles and a fierce battle in the Olive Garden of good and evil raged on, blowing holes in the street, where many valiant comrades fell into the sewer below.
Diving underneath enemy fire, and tossing grenades to ward of armies of droids, we ran to Parox's house. We were a block away when what can only be described as a tank rolled down the street. Actually it was Parox's car, and they were picking us up because we were taking too long. We climbed into the vehicle and watched victorious as enemy soldiers slithered away into the open drainpipe.
Actually I made all that up.
So we got to the mall, and walked around, shopped a little and had some miraculous Panda Express. Then we sat and waited at the door, then Rayne and the man known only as Anonymous showed up.
We talked a while, and then this guy came up to us and started talking about God, so we decided we better get the hell outta there.
Parox's mom brought me home, where I watched The Blair Witch Project and Paranormal Activity before going to bed.
And that's what happened.
This morning I finished my History paper, and now I'm going to go and do my Algebra homework.
Ta.
Beatles: Ring my friend I said you'd call Doctor Robert, Day or night he'll be there anytime at all, Doctor Robert, Doctor Robert, you're a new and better man, He helps you to understand, He does ev'rything he can, Doctor Robert.
Here's the story:
Parox came over Monday and we watched Mythbusters and Batman with Jack Nicholson, ate Pizza from Walgreens, and pigged out on leftover Christmas cookies. Then the Parents came home with their toadies, so we went upstairs and tried to watch Batman Returns, but we fell asleep before Catwoman blew anything up.
The next morning is when things got interesting.
The plan was for Parox to go home at 11:00, but she decided to come to the Mall (of America) with my Mom and I. But for reasons that remain unexplained to this day, my Mom changed her mind and we couldn't go to the Mall. So the plan morphed into 'Say, lets walk to Highland and see Avatar'.
So one EvilIguana video later we were on the road to El Dorado.
I hate ice.
So so much.
It might even have been better just to wear skates. Alot more suitable for these conditions.
With the fact that we had to walk super slow and the fact that we left with thirty minutes to spare combined, mixed well and baked, it adds up to us being 15 minutes late for the movie. So we just said Screw it and we went to White Rock Cafe where we whiled away an hour drinking Hot Cocoa and talking about random things.
Afterwards we ran through the cold to arrive at Half Price books, where I procured a copy of Memoirs of a Geisha. Then we perused the videos and I got Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Blair Witch Project, and West Side Story.
We were in the lower level of Half Price books when we got the call.
It was Parox's friend, whom shall be called Rayne, asking if we'd like to go to (ironically) the Mall.
You are correct my friend.
So we immediately set out on the road once more.
Colder than ever, we tramped and slipped our way up the hills of truth and the mountains of anarchy, we were almost there when machine gun fire riddled numerous vehicles and a fierce battle in the Olive Garden of good and evil raged on, blowing holes in the street, where many valiant comrades fell into the sewer below.
Diving underneath enemy fire, and tossing grenades to ward of armies of droids, we ran to Parox's house. We were a block away when what can only be described as a tank rolled down the street. Actually it was Parox's car, and they were picking us up because we were taking too long. We climbed into the vehicle and watched victorious as enemy soldiers slithered away into the open drainpipe.
Actually I made all that up.
So we got to the mall, and walked around, shopped a little and had some miraculous Panda Express. Then we sat and waited at the door, then Rayne and the man known only as Anonymous showed up.
We talked a while, and then this guy came up to us and started talking about God, so we decided we better get the hell outta there.
Parox's mom brought me home, where I watched The Blair Witch Project and Paranormal Activity before going to bed.
And that's what happened.
This morning I finished my History paper, and now I'm going to go and do my Algebra homework.
Ta.
Beatles: Ring my friend I said you'd call Doctor Robert, Day or night he'll be there anytime at all, Doctor Robert, Doctor Robert, you're a new and better man, He helps you to understand, He does ev'rything he can, Doctor Robert.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
The Morning After
Well, here we are my friends.
With either our assorted hangovers, our need for more sleep, or just needing some deep fried pancakes made by Paula Dean.
That poor woman can never cook a Ham again....
That's beside the point.
I will have you know that I'm sitting here typing this in my Christmas present.
Yeah folks.
I have received a Snuggie.
And they are not as ridiculous as they first appear.
.....They're actually really warm.
I can sit in my basement without socks on now!
At least, more so than I did before.
Christmas this year was the best Christmas ever, I half expected SpongeBob to jump out of nowhere and start singing 'The Best Day Ever'.
Christmas Eve went really well. Besides it being really friggin hot in that house, and my obnoxious cousins bouncing off the walls, distributing physical abuse, and shooting marshmallows at people with a Marshmallow gun my Uncle made.
That part sucked.
Then they left and it was all good again.
My Aunt Mary brought out this game called SmartAss, which we played for a good two and a half hours.
By then it was 10:00, so we left. The Parents went to bed so my Brother and I watched A Christmas Story together, but we suffered a Crash from all the sugar we had so we went to bed.
The Next morning, I got up and we opened our presents (Snuggie) and then we had Eggbake, which I never like, but apparently Christmas makes everything taste good.
After that we played a bunch of games. Such as the Rock Em Sock Em robots that Buzz received, and Taboo, the gift that my Mom bought, put in my hands and said 'Wrap it because you're giving it to me'.
Okaay.
Then we had Dinner/Lunch/Dinch/Lunner, which was also delicious (Green Bean Casseroooole).
My Brother had to leave then, which bummed us out, so my Dad and Stace watched The Hangover, and my Sister consoled herself with the Pino Grigio.
But it all turned out alright, because we played Sorry and had a grand old time. Afterward, my mom and Buzz made a Snowman and we had Pie (Dutch. Apple).
After another rousing game of Taboo which my Dad and I dominated, my Sister, Stace, and Buzz left, and I watched Snow White.
The Parents then went to bed, and I watched Ghost Adventures until I fell asleep in the Chair, resulting in back pain and me waking up at 2:19 that morning, and clumsily making my way up to my room where I proceeded to pass out on the bed.
Slept great though.
Good Christmas.
And more importantly, good morning to wake up to.
The sun was shining.
I half expected The Beatles to jump out and start singing 'Dear Prudence'.
Beatles: A taste of honey... tasting much sweeter than wine. I dream of your first kiss, and then, I feel upon my lips again, A taste of honey... tasting much sweeter than wine.
With either our assorted hangovers, our need for more sleep, or just needing some deep fried pancakes made by Paula Dean.
That poor woman can never cook a Ham again....
That's beside the point.
I will have you know that I'm sitting here typing this in my Christmas present.
Yeah folks.
I have received a Snuggie.
And they are not as ridiculous as they first appear.
.....They're actually really warm.
I can sit in my basement without socks on now!
At least, more so than I did before.
Christmas this year was the best Christmas ever, I half expected SpongeBob to jump out of nowhere and start singing 'The Best Day Ever'.
Christmas Eve went really well. Besides it being really friggin hot in that house, and my obnoxious cousins bouncing off the walls, distributing physical abuse, and shooting marshmallows at people with a Marshmallow gun my Uncle made.
That part sucked.
Then they left and it was all good again.
My Aunt Mary brought out this game called SmartAss, which we played for a good two and a half hours.
By then it was 10:00, so we left. The Parents went to bed so my Brother and I watched A Christmas Story together, but we suffered a Crash from all the sugar we had so we went to bed.
The Next morning, I got up and we opened our presents (Snuggie) and then we had Eggbake, which I never like, but apparently Christmas makes everything taste good.
After that we played a bunch of games. Such as the Rock Em Sock Em robots that Buzz received, and Taboo, the gift that my Mom bought, put in my hands and said 'Wrap it because you're giving it to me'.
Okaay.
Then we had Dinner/Lunch/Dinch/Lunner, which was also delicious (Green Bean Casseroooole).
My Brother had to leave then, which bummed us out, so my Dad and Stace watched The Hangover, and my Sister consoled herself with the Pino Grigio.
But it all turned out alright, because we played Sorry and had a grand old time. Afterward, my mom and Buzz made a Snowman and we had Pie (Dutch. Apple).
After another rousing game of Taboo which my Dad and I dominated, my Sister, Stace, and Buzz left, and I watched Snow White.
The Parents then went to bed, and I watched Ghost Adventures until I fell asleep in the Chair, resulting in back pain and me waking up at 2:19 that morning, and clumsily making my way up to my room where I proceeded to pass out on the bed.
Slept great though.
Good Christmas.
And more importantly, good morning to wake up to.
The sun was shining.
I half expected The Beatles to jump out and start singing 'Dear Prudence'.
Beatles: A taste of honey... tasting much sweeter than wine. I dream of your first kiss, and then, I feel upon my lips again, A taste of honey... tasting much sweeter than wine.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Christmas Eve Eve
Its Christmas Eve Eve people!
Is everyone excited or is it just me?
I'll probably hang out with Ela today, seeing as she wants me to see Yes Man and I want her to see Shakespeare in Love.
Then tonight my brother is coming from out of town and we're going to go to dinner, then come back and dream of sugar plums or something like that, I don't really remember.
Atonement is still coming along, I love McEwan's style of writing. It has a spectacular flow to it.
Go read it.
Now.
Shoo.
Besides that, the Parents will be back soon, and I know they dislike it when I waste my time venting my thoughts to the world, so I better skedaddle.
I probably won't be on Tomorrow, seeing as its Christmas Eve, and everyone will be be in Angry/Panic Mode, and I won't be on tonight because when my Brother comes he takes our Basement for his living quarters, and of course, our computer is down here.
So I'll just say Merry Christmas now, and wish all my family (who I won't be seeing) and my friends (who I'll most likely not be in contact with) and my lovely readers (who I certainly won't be seeing) a very Merry Christmas.
"But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to all, and to all..."
A Dark Knight!
Beatles: We said our goodbyes (on the night before), Love was in your eyes Now today I find, you have changed your mind, Treat me like you did the night before. Were you telling lies (on the night before)?
Is everyone excited or is it just me?
I'll probably hang out with Ela today, seeing as she wants me to see Yes Man and I want her to see Shakespeare in Love.
Then tonight my brother is coming from out of town and we're going to go to dinner, then come back and dream of sugar plums or something like that, I don't really remember.
Atonement is still coming along, I love McEwan's style of writing. It has a spectacular flow to it.
Go read it.
Now.
Shoo.
Besides that, the Parents will be back soon, and I know they dislike it when I waste my time venting my thoughts to the world, so I better skedaddle.
I probably won't be on Tomorrow, seeing as its Christmas Eve, and everyone will be be in Angry/Panic Mode, and I won't be on tonight because when my Brother comes he takes our Basement for his living quarters, and of course, our computer is down here.
So I'll just say Merry Christmas now, and wish all my family (who I won't be seeing) and my friends (who I'll most likely not be in contact with) and my lovely readers (who I certainly won't be seeing) a very Merry Christmas.
"But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to all, and to all..."
A Dark Knight!
Beatles: We said our goodbyes (on the night before), Love was in your eyes Now today I find, you have changed your mind, Treat me like you did the night before. Were you telling lies (on the night before)?
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sisters
I know there was a reason I was posting, I just can't remember it....
Dang.
I hate it when people forget things, which is quite ironic.
I suppose I could be talking about Christmas, or family or what I'm thinking,but there really is nothing going on.
Besides my headache, but that's Parr for the chorus.
This is why I hate having days off at my school.
I have basically nothing to do, because my friends are all in school, so its all quiet and creepy and all I can do is watch T.V and try to make my way through Atonement (which is a lovely book I might add.)
Its a little better in the summer when I can escape to the park, but in the winter when everything is icy and cold it isn't so pleasant to be outside.
Cleaned the basement today, so now everything smells like Febreeze and that stuff they use in the swiffer wet jets...
I'm watching this freaky movie Sisters right now.
Very Mysterious......
And bizarre.
Possibly scarring.
Margot Kidder is great. She does alot of horror movies.
Like Black Christmas, which is available to watch online for all those with a Netflix account.
I may watch it if I'm not busy later. Its a great movie.
Not really ENLIGHTENING to the holiday season, but a good horror movie none the less.
And believe me, its not nearly as racist as it sounds.
Just kidding, its just about a killer in a sorority house.
Original huh?
You bet.
I'm hungry, I'ma go make lunch.
Have a very White/Black Christmas.
(Not really)
Beatles: Paperback writer, paperback writer. Dear Sir or Madam will you read my book, It took me years to write will you take a look, Based on a novel by a man named Lear, And I need a job, So I want to be a paperback writer, Paperback writer.
Dang.
I hate it when people forget things, which is quite ironic.
I suppose I could be talking about Christmas, or family or what I'm thinking,but there really is nothing going on.
Besides my headache, but that's Parr for the chorus.
This is why I hate having days off at my school.
I have basically nothing to do, because my friends are all in school, so its all quiet and creepy and all I can do is watch T.V and try to make my way through Atonement (which is a lovely book I might add.)
Its a little better in the summer when I can escape to the park, but in the winter when everything is icy and cold it isn't so pleasant to be outside.
Cleaned the basement today, so now everything smells like Febreeze and that stuff they use in the swiffer wet jets...
I'm watching this freaky movie Sisters right now.
Very Mysterious......
And bizarre.
Possibly scarring.
Margot Kidder is great. She does alot of horror movies.
Like Black Christmas, which is available to watch online for all those with a Netflix account.
I may watch it if I'm not busy later. Its a great movie.
Not really ENLIGHTENING to the holiday season, but a good horror movie none the less.
And believe me, its not nearly as racist as it sounds.
Just kidding, its just about a killer in a sorority house.
Original huh?
You bet.
I'm hungry, I'ma go make lunch.
Have a very White/Black Christmas.
(Not really)
Beatles: Paperback writer, paperback writer. Dear Sir or Madam will you read my book, It took me years to write will you take a look, Based on a novel by a man named Lear, And I need a job, So I want to be a paperback writer, Paperback writer.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Molly Smiles
Okay God, this one was personal.
According to Yahoo, whose information I have always trusted, there has been another death in the gilded cage that is Hollywood.
Brittany Murphy died at 32 yesterday after going into cardiac arrest.
That was a LOW low...
I'm still in shock.
This was even more shocking to me than when Micheal Jackson died, yet I didn't cry like I did when Patrick Swayze died.
I guess when the shock completely wears off it'll come.
But still, she was 32 friggin years old.
She was talented, beautiful, and a good person, and that is not something you find every day.
She starred in one of my favorite movies, Uptown Girls.
In that movie she played Molly, a role which always vaguely reminded me of my older sister, and so in every movie I saw her in afterwards I always thought of her that way.
In a way, she was every ones big sister, in whatever role she played.
I'll always see her as Molly.
And I'll miss her.
And in light of the Christmas season, I send condolences to her family.
But I'm slacking now, when I'm supposed to be working on my papers, so I'll go.
R.I.P Brittany.
You will be missed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HZm4lvztVA
Beatles: Oh yeah alright, are you gonna be in my dreams tonight? And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make. Ah รข€“
According to Yahoo, whose information I have always trusted, there has been another death in the gilded cage that is Hollywood.
Brittany Murphy died at 32 yesterday after going into cardiac arrest.
That was a LOW low...
I'm still in shock.
This was even more shocking to me than when Micheal Jackson died, yet I didn't cry like I did when Patrick Swayze died.
I guess when the shock completely wears off it'll come.
But still, she was 32 friggin years old.
She was talented, beautiful, and a good person, and that is not something you find every day.
She starred in one of my favorite movies, Uptown Girls.
In that movie she played Molly, a role which always vaguely reminded me of my older sister, and so in every movie I saw her in afterwards I always thought of her that way.
In a way, she was every ones big sister, in whatever role she played.
I'll always see her as Molly.
And I'll miss her.
And in light of the Christmas season, I send condolences to her family.
But I'm slacking now, when I'm supposed to be working on my papers, so I'll go.
R.I.P Brittany.
You will be missed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HZm4lvztVA
Beatles: Oh yeah alright, are you gonna be in my dreams tonight? And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make. Ah รข€“
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Mission Impossible
Hey, guess what?
Something actually happened in my life.
Amazing right?
Two things actually.
The first is the bad news.
Here goes: My Grandma's Great Dane Lexi, who was one of my favorite animals of all time, died this week. Apparently she contracted a cancer, and there wasn't much more the vets could do about it, so they had to put her down.
I loved Lexi. She was just a really good dog. Very gentle, and very sweet, and you could always pet her and be close to her and she'd be close right back.
She was always a great animal, and I know that it won't be the same at my Grandma's without her.
I'll miss her.
The second bit of news is some stuff from school.
This week was our end of semester, and in my Artistry class, our teacher Genevieve had the bright idea that we should talk about the person to our left and how they've grown as 'both a person and an artist'.
...
Be with me.
So everything was going really well, I talked about Jordan Malm (like Ikea) and then came Bailey's turn to talk about me.
Bailey and I talk to each other and we're friendly to each other, but we don't know each other very well, because she came later in the semester.
So she talked about me, and it was nice, and very short.
Thats when Genevieve askes if anyone has anything to add.
My hand to God, every single person in the room raised their hand.
It was simultaneously lovely and tragic.
So Genevieve gets all flustered and is like "Oh...oh, okay uh...we'll just go in a circle".
And we did go in a circle.
And every single person in the room, even our viscious gay Spencer, is saying nice things about me.
"I love your independance"
"You're so funny"
"I thought you were weird at first, but now you're okay"
"I can't go through a day without your side comments"
Swear to God, all of the things I just mentioned were true.
It was...kinda weird.
But I loved it.
Because thats the way I am.
My goal has been reached.
Everyone in my track likes me.
Mission Impossible has just become possible.
Booyah.
Beatles: I'd rather see you dead, little girl, Than to be with another man. You'd better keep your head, little girl, Or I won't know where I am. You'd better run for your life if you can, little girl, Hide your head in the sand, little girl.
Something actually happened in my life.
Amazing right?
Two things actually.
The first is the bad news.
Here goes: My Grandma's Great Dane Lexi, who was one of my favorite animals of all time, died this week. Apparently she contracted a cancer, and there wasn't much more the vets could do about it, so they had to put her down.
I loved Lexi. She was just a really good dog. Very gentle, and very sweet, and you could always pet her and be close to her and she'd be close right back.
She was always a great animal, and I know that it won't be the same at my Grandma's without her.
I'll miss her.
The second bit of news is some stuff from school.
This week was our end of semester, and in my Artistry class, our teacher Genevieve had the bright idea that we should talk about the person to our left and how they've grown as 'both a person and an artist'.
...
Be with me.
So everything was going really well, I talked about Jordan Malm (like Ikea) and then came Bailey's turn to talk about me.
Bailey and I talk to each other and we're friendly to each other, but we don't know each other very well, because she came later in the semester.
So she talked about me, and it was nice, and very short.
Thats when Genevieve askes if anyone has anything to add.
My hand to God, every single person in the room raised their hand.
It was simultaneously lovely and tragic.
So Genevieve gets all flustered and is like "Oh...oh, okay uh...we'll just go in a circle".
And we did go in a circle.
And every single person in the room, even our viscious gay Spencer, is saying nice things about me.
"I love your independance"
"You're so funny"
"I thought you were weird at first, but now you're okay"
"I can't go through a day without your side comments"
Swear to God, all of the things I just mentioned were true.
It was...kinda weird.
But I loved it.
Because thats the way I am.
My goal has been reached.
Everyone in my track likes me.
Mission Impossible has just become possible.
Booyah.
Beatles: I'd rather see you dead, little girl, Than to be with another man. You'd better keep your head, little girl, Or I won't know where I am. You'd better run for your life if you can, little girl, Hide your head in the sand, little girl.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Cold Outside
I wish I could find the assholes that wrote 'Cold Outside', and tell them that they have no idea what cold is...
THIS is cold.
Supposed to get a blizzard tonight, maybe no school tomorrow.
Probably will though.
Pretty busy, got to get back to work.
No current news beside the showcase next Tuesday.
Beatles: Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lost it, Any old time you use it It's gotta be rock roll music If you wanna dance with me
THIS is cold.
Supposed to get a blizzard tonight, maybe no school tomorrow.
Probably will though.
Pretty busy, got to get back to work.
No current news beside the showcase next Tuesday.
Beatles: Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lost it, Any old time you use it It's gotta be rock roll music If you wanna dance with me
Saturday, December 5, 2009
A Christmas Story
Its not just for Peter Billingsley anymore.
Now its mine....
This Christmas has now begun to become shrouded in the dark and condescending cloud that looms overhead whenever a new decision is made about specific joyous holidays.
What is the name of this cloud you ask?
Family disappointment.
Every year we celebrate Christmas Eve with my Dads family, and then spend Christmas Day with my Moms family.
And it all works out okay in the end.
But this year....
It turned.
We've decided to spend Christmas alone this year, with just my Mom, my Dad, my Brother, my Sister, the Kid, and my Sisters guy, whom shall be known as Stace.
And, as you can imagine, this is creating a relatively smal- HUGE, problem this Holiday Season.
What with family being intensely disappointed over the absence of family members who are just a puffickly Huh-Yooge part of the holiday.
I'm laughing, you just can't see it...
Unless this is like some bizarre 'When A Stranger Calls' scenario...
Needless to say, I couldn't care less. I like Christmas the way it usually is, but I also want to see what spending Christmas with just my family is like.
Might be fun.
I just kinda wish people would stop buying me stuff, mostly because once they buy it, they like to hang it over your head like an old dead goose.
Example: "I bought your Christmas present today, you should clean the house"
I'd almost be happier not getting anything at all.
Although I do want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle...
Because Flick says he saw some Grizzly Bears down by Pulaski's Candy store.
Beatles: They're gonna put me in the movies. They're gonna make a big star out of me. We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely, and all I gotta say is act naturally
Now its mine....
This Christmas has now begun to become shrouded in the dark and condescending cloud that looms overhead whenever a new decision is made about specific joyous holidays.
What is the name of this cloud you ask?
Family disappointment.
Every year we celebrate Christmas Eve with my Dads family, and then spend Christmas Day with my Moms family.
And it all works out okay in the end.
But this year....
It turned.
We've decided to spend Christmas alone this year, with just my Mom, my Dad, my Brother, my Sister, the Kid, and my Sisters guy, whom shall be known as Stace.
And, as you can imagine, this is creating a relatively smal- HUGE, problem this Holiday Season.
What with family being intensely disappointed over the absence of family members who are just a puffickly Huh-Yooge part of the holiday.
I'm laughing, you just can't see it...
Unless this is like some bizarre 'When A Stranger Calls' scenario...
Needless to say, I couldn't care less. I like Christmas the way it usually is, but I also want to see what spending Christmas with just my family is like.
Might be fun.
I just kinda wish people would stop buying me stuff, mostly because once they buy it, they like to hang it over your head like an old dead goose.
Example: "I bought your Christmas present today, you should clean the house"
I'd almost be happier not getting anything at all.
Although I do want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle...
Because Flick says he saw some Grizzly Bears down by Pulaski's Candy store.
Beatles: They're gonna put me in the movies. They're gonna make a big star out of me. We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely, and all I gotta say is act naturally
Friday, November 27, 2009
Typing Alone with Marilyn Monroe
I shall now, for your viewing pleasure, cite the most notorious conspiracy theories, before your very eyes! I will not mention Watergate, because its obvious, Rosewell, because its ongoing, Kennedy, because its obvious, or Princess Diana, because I'm sick of it, she died, it was terrible, case closed.
Conspiracy #1: Mariliyn Monroe
Let me just say this. Why does every person in this country associate the deaths of beautiful women with cocaine? I mean, obviously, it was cocaine that killed Marilyn, but still. But the reason many people believe she was killed was her association to many...powerful political leaders...such as the Kennedys. Most of this is reflected in the Marilyn Tapes, which may or may not exist, and may or may not contain America's most glamorous movie star doing nasty with America's most glamorous president, and other intriguing episodes. And if anyone is offended by that, come on! The Kennedy brothers Jack and Bobby, president and attorney general, were either sleeping with her, or talking dirty on the phone with her, but that doesn't mean that they killed her. But it doesn't mean they didn't, I will admit, MANY people involved in the investigation were acting shady. No conclusion.
Conspiracy Theory #2: Pan Am Flight 103
This conspiracy theory, is one of the most intriguing I've ever heard of. Here's the story: 1988, Pan Am Flight 747 was ripped from the sky by a wad of plastic explosives. Was it just a crazy random happenstance that five CIA agents were on board? Was it also coincidence that another squad of CIA agents showed up at the scene of the accident, and later walked away with a mysterious briefcase belonging to one of the deceased? Or maybe perhaps the half million dollars in cash found on the scene? I. Call. BULLCRAP. This was NOT a random event, and many various cults, satanic worship groups, Libyan terrorists, and the CIA itself, have been considered as the culprits. In my opinion, it was all the CIA, I mean really. Look at this! This was a MASS. MURDER. And to me, the only people that could be responsible, are the CIA. Case Closed.
Conspiracy Theory #3: The Moon Landing of 1969
Uh...yeah, I'd like to point this out to all people who believe this theory. We. Landed. On. The. MOON. Thats about it, we didn't lie, it really happened. Case Closed.
Conspiracy Theory #4: Jesus
I don't even know how to feel about this one. The DaVinci Code is one of my favorite movies, and it has some very interesting theories, but I can't call a conclusion on this one because alot of the facts are obscured, and I won't even go into the entire Priory of Zion, because it is a little far fetched, but I won't draw a complete answer. No Conclusion.
Conspiracy Theory #5: The Jonestown Massacre
This ahs to be one of the most tragic, and most terrifying stories I've ever heard. Story: On November 18, 1978, in a cleared out patch of Guyanese jungle, the Reverend Jim Jones ordered the 913 of his followers to drink Kool Aid laced with cyanide, and they did. There was one survivor. Many believe that Jonestown was the result of human mind control testing, genocide, and the appearance of our old friends the CIA, some even believed that Jonestown WAS the CIA, although that claim has been debunked as ridiculous. I myself believe that it was just the result of a madman and alot of willing followers, and thats all, no CIA. and no government involvement. Case Closed.
Beatles: Standing in the dock at Southampton Trying to get to Holland or France. The man in the mac said you've got to go back, You know they didn't even give us a chance. Christ! You know it ain't easy, You know how hard it can be. The way things are going, They're going to crucify me.
Conspiracy #1: Mariliyn Monroe
Let me just say this. Why does every person in this country associate the deaths of beautiful women with cocaine? I mean, obviously, it was cocaine that killed Marilyn, but still. But the reason many people believe she was killed was her association to many...powerful political leaders...such as the Kennedys. Most of this is reflected in the Marilyn Tapes, which may or may not exist, and may or may not contain America's most glamorous movie star doing nasty with America's most glamorous president, and other intriguing episodes. And if anyone is offended by that, come on! The Kennedy brothers Jack and Bobby, president and attorney general, were either sleeping with her, or talking dirty on the phone with her, but that doesn't mean that they killed her. But it doesn't mean they didn't, I will admit, MANY people involved in the investigation were acting shady. No conclusion.
Conspiracy Theory #2: Pan Am Flight 103
This conspiracy theory, is one of the most intriguing I've ever heard of. Here's the story: 1988, Pan Am Flight 747 was ripped from the sky by a wad of plastic explosives. Was it just a crazy random happenstance that five CIA agents were on board? Was it also coincidence that another squad of CIA agents showed up at the scene of the accident, and later walked away with a mysterious briefcase belonging to one of the deceased? Or maybe perhaps the half million dollars in cash found on the scene? I. Call. BULLCRAP. This was NOT a random event, and many various cults, satanic worship groups, Libyan terrorists, and the CIA itself, have been considered as the culprits. In my opinion, it was all the CIA, I mean really. Look at this! This was a MASS. MURDER. And to me, the only people that could be responsible, are the CIA. Case Closed.
Conspiracy Theory #3: The Moon Landing of 1969
Uh...yeah, I'd like to point this out to all people who believe this theory. We. Landed. On. The. MOON. Thats about it, we didn't lie, it really happened. Case Closed.
Conspiracy Theory #4: Jesus
I don't even know how to feel about this one. The DaVinci Code is one of my favorite movies, and it has some very interesting theories, but I can't call a conclusion on this one because alot of the facts are obscured, and I won't even go into the entire Priory of Zion, because it is a little far fetched, but I won't draw a complete answer. No Conclusion.
Conspiracy Theory #5: The Jonestown Massacre
This ahs to be one of the most tragic, and most terrifying stories I've ever heard. Story: On November 18, 1978, in a cleared out patch of Guyanese jungle, the Reverend Jim Jones ordered the 913 of his followers to drink Kool Aid laced with cyanide, and they did. There was one survivor. Many believe that Jonestown was the result of human mind control testing, genocide, and the appearance of our old friends the CIA, some even believed that Jonestown WAS the CIA, although that claim has been debunked as ridiculous. I myself believe that it was just the result of a madman and alot of willing followers, and thats all, no CIA. and no government involvement. Case Closed.
Beatles: Standing in the dock at Southampton Trying to get to Holland or France. The man in the mac said you've got to go back, You know they didn't even give us a chance. Christ! You know it ain't easy, You know how hard it can be. The way things are going, They're going to crucify me.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Songs I Realized I liked
Who's ready for the music?
I am.
So, let the Wild Rumpus Start!
Song #1: 'Bad Romance' by Lady Gaga
Surprised aren't you?
Yes, I do in fact love Lady Gaga with a passion that exceeds what is more commonly known as my heart (my achey breaky heart). Mainly because we had to listen to it about 7 billion times in Physical Theatre today, because our teacher Annie heard us listening to Bad Romance before class, so she suggested we make music videos to Lady Gaga music. And my group chose Bad Romance, so now its like my new favorite song.
Song #2: 'Tree Hugger' by Antsy Pantsy and Kimya Dawson
Its just such a good song. Its from the movie Juno, and I just recently found out its name, and I've been looking for it forever, and I've found it! Now I love it even more. Its sounds kindof folksy, but you can really dance to it...don't ask me how I know. Its a song that sounds like it doesn't make sense at first, but after a few times, it really DOES make sense.
Song #3: 'Put a Banana in your Ear' by the Evil Banana King
Just because its full of the awesomest awesome stuff that ever graced this world. Plus, the concept of ever actually putting a banana in your ear is ridiculous and makes me smile...very randomly in public and thus freaking out everybody in my immediate vicinity. This video helps out alot too (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkfPEPtEDwk).
Song #4: 'Darkness, Darkness' by Lisa Torban
Its depressing, but the way she sings it makes you kindof want to move. Its one of my favorite songs, it was introduced to me a few years ago in the movie Ghosts of the Abyss, so I've always associated it with the Titanic...which is probably why I consider it depressing.
Song #5: 'Gethsemane' by Ted Neeley for 'Jesus Christ Superstar'
Its just....Wow. Its one of the most amazing songs I've ever heard. One of the most amazing MOVIES I've ever seen. The way he sings it changes from being distraught to angry to just exhausted. His vocals are amazing, the instrumentals are VERY powerful, and the lyrics send shivers up your spine. Definitly one of my favorite songs AND movies.
There will be more, just not today Zerg!
...Toy Story (blushes).
Beatles:Oh look out She came in through the bathroom window, Protected by a silver spoon But now she sucks her thumb and wonders By the banks of her own lagoon Didn't anybody tell her Didn't anybody see Sundays on the phone to Monday Tuesdays on the phone to me.
I am.
So, let the Wild Rumpus Start!
Song #1: 'Bad Romance' by Lady Gaga
Surprised aren't you?
Yes, I do in fact love Lady Gaga with a passion that exceeds what is more commonly known as my heart (my achey breaky heart). Mainly because we had to listen to it about 7 billion times in Physical Theatre today, because our teacher Annie heard us listening to Bad Romance before class, so she suggested we make music videos to Lady Gaga music. And my group chose Bad Romance, so now its like my new favorite song.
Song #2: 'Tree Hugger' by Antsy Pantsy and Kimya Dawson
Its just such a good song. Its from the movie Juno, and I just recently found out its name, and I've been looking for it forever, and I've found it! Now I love it even more. Its sounds kindof folksy, but you can really dance to it...don't ask me how I know. Its a song that sounds like it doesn't make sense at first, but after a few times, it really DOES make sense.
Song #3: 'Put a Banana in your Ear' by the Evil Banana King
Just because its full of the awesomest awesome stuff that ever graced this world. Plus, the concept of ever actually putting a banana in your ear is ridiculous and makes me smile...very randomly in public and thus freaking out everybody in my immediate vicinity. This video helps out alot too (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkfPEPtEDwk).
Song #4: 'Darkness, Darkness' by Lisa Torban
Its depressing, but the way she sings it makes you kindof want to move. Its one of my favorite songs, it was introduced to me a few years ago in the movie Ghosts of the Abyss, so I've always associated it with the Titanic...which is probably why I consider it depressing.
Song #5: 'Gethsemane' by Ted Neeley for 'Jesus Christ Superstar'
Its just....Wow. Its one of the most amazing songs I've ever heard. One of the most amazing MOVIES I've ever seen. The way he sings it changes from being distraught to angry to just exhausted. His vocals are amazing, the instrumentals are VERY powerful, and the lyrics send shivers up your spine. Definitly one of my favorite songs AND movies.
There will be more, just not today Zerg!
...Toy Story (blushes).
Beatles:Oh look out She came in through the bathroom window, Protected by a silver spoon But now she sucks her thumb and wonders By the banks of her own lagoon Didn't anybody tell her Didn't anybody see Sundays on the phone to Monday Tuesdays on the phone to me.
Monday, November 23, 2009
When You're Evil
Recently I hath been wondering that great question of the world.
Am I evil?
What. A. Challenge.
Yes, yes I am.
Only there are different types you see, three to be exact. Should I list them?
Yes?
Thats what I thought you'd say.
Okay, first level:
Puny Evil
You can take our survey to find out if you are Puny evil.
1. You cry when someone calls you a Barnackle Head
2. You fight over who gets to play Starfire in your roleplay.
3. Your favorite singer is Hannah Montana
4. You ask your mom what your older sister means by a 'Byatch'
5. Your favorite movie is Wall-E
This concludes Puny Evil. Now we move to:
Angsty Teenager Evil
You can take out survey to find out if you are Angsty Teenager Evil.
1. You dye your hair neon colors, peirce your miscellaneus body parts, and get tattoo's in places that aren't covered by your peircings, all just to piss your parents off.
2. You go on the Drop and Upside-Down rides at Amusement Parks....Than brag about it.
3. You listen to Hollywood Undead or Alesana even though you really hate those bands.
4. Your favorite movie is secretely Legally Blond.
5. You get high with your friends on weekends and throw water at each other.
And finally:
Costumed Evil
You get the picture:
1. You blow up cars for a living.
2. Your idol is either Ted Bundy or Charles Manson.
3. You think Rob Zombie and Brian DePalma are the greatest directors of all time.
4. You go drinking with your buddies then trick them into High Beaming a cop car.
5. You've killed people before... and are waiting to finish this post so you can do it again.
This concludes Are you Evil? Please join us next week for When Animals Attack.
Beatles: As I write this letter, send my love to you, Remember that I'll always be in love with you. Treasure these few words till we're together Keep all my love forever. PS I love you, you, you, you.
Am I evil?
What. A. Challenge.
Yes, yes I am.
Only there are different types you see, three to be exact. Should I list them?
Yes?
Thats what I thought you'd say.
Okay, first level:
Puny Evil
You can take our survey to find out if you are Puny evil.
1. You cry when someone calls you a Barnackle Head
2. You fight over who gets to play Starfire in your roleplay.
3. Your favorite singer is Hannah Montana
4. You ask your mom what your older sister means by a 'Byatch'
5. Your favorite movie is Wall-E
This concludes Puny Evil. Now we move to:
Angsty Teenager Evil
You can take out survey to find out if you are Angsty Teenager Evil.
1. You dye your hair neon colors, peirce your miscellaneus body parts, and get tattoo's in places that aren't covered by your peircings, all just to piss your parents off.
2. You go on the Drop and Upside-Down rides at Amusement Parks....Than brag about it.
3. You listen to Hollywood Undead or Alesana even though you really hate those bands.
4. Your favorite movie is secretely Legally Blond.
5. You get high with your friends on weekends and throw water at each other.
And finally:
Costumed Evil
You get the picture:
1. You blow up cars for a living.
2. Your idol is either Ted Bundy or Charles Manson.
3. You think Rob Zombie and Brian DePalma are the greatest directors of all time.
4. You go drinking with your buddies then trick them into High Beaming a cop car.
5. You've killed people before... and are waiting to finish this post so you can do it again.
This concludes Are you Evil? Please join us next week for When Animals Attack.
Beatles: As I write this letter, send my love to you, Remember that I'll always be in love with you. Treasure these few words till we're together Keep all my love forever. PS I love you, you, you, you.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The Good Points
Since I have a bright and happy background, I ought to have a bright and happy post right?
If your answer is yes, then not only are you right, but you're Damn right.
Here's my happy post:
If your answer is yes, then not only are you right, but you're Damn right.
Here's my happy post:
(Paramount Pictures Logo)
THE HAPPY POST
Directed by Spazm
Written by Spazm
Starring Spazm
Music by Spazm
Catered by Spazm
(We open on a Pink background, its bright and happy like some sort of odd and deadly, but happy, exotic fruit. A painting of words are running across the page, like a cold and deadly, but happy, blizzard. There are no comments, leaving the lone writer to bask in the terrible, but happy, silence. A lone, and happy tear falls from the writers eye, as they rip off their clothes to reveal a dance leotard and tights. They proceed to do a rousing tap dance to Judy Garland's 'Get Happy', with a large and overly cheesy, yet happy grin on their face.
They strike an artsy, and happy, pose, as the song ends. The comments section remains empty, but happy, and very pink, like the cheek of a young and happy child. The writer is degected, until a ray of sun breaks through the unforgiving gray clouds, and The Beatles 'Here Comes the Sun' starts to play. The writer frollicks through a feild of beautifully scented roses and daffodils...which are also very happy.
The song ends, and the cold, but happy, silence is broken by the 'Bing' of a new comment. The writer is elated, overjoyed, glowing, sparkling, and maybe even a bit happy. They reads the comment, crying happy tears of happy joy.
They strike a dramic pose as 'I've had the Time of my Life' by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes begins.
We fade out.)
Credit Song: 'Walking on Sunshine' by Katrina and the Waves
Directed by Spazm
THE END
That was my happy post, and I hope you thouroughly enjoyed it.
Because I know I did!
Number of times the word Happy was used in this post: 20
Damn.
Beatles: For goodness sake, I've got the hippy hippy shake. I've got the shake, oh the hippy hippy shake. Oo I can't keep still with the hippy hippy shake. I get my fill with that hippy hippy shake.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Permanantly Black and Blue
Aaaaaaaand maybe a little pink.
I dunno, I like it this way, its all bright and happy.
So I'll most likely hate it tomorrow.
Especially since I've got to go back to the dentist tomorrow, because the friggin Dentist most likely has no idea how to do a decent filling...
Here's the story:
I went to the Dentist for a filling, basic procedure, go in, shoot up the Novocaine, fill the sucker, go home.
Pretty simple, huh?
Hahaha.
Wrong.
Here's how it REALLY went:
I went in, they stabbed me with Novocaine, it hurt quite a bit, they filled the cavity, and they drilled my gum in the process.
And about a day after, my tooth started to hurt. And the entire week it just got worse and worse, so I told my Mom, and she set up another appointment.
I went in, and they determine that they !@#$ed it up like complete idiots, and they want to do it again.
And here we are.
I really don't wanna go...
I don't like getting stabbed with sharp hypodermic needles man...
I'm not sure if there's any GOOD news today, so I'll leave it at that.
Purdy short.
Just like I like it.
Beatles: In the town where I was born, Lived a man who sailed the sea, And he told us of his life, In the land of submarines. So we sailed on to the sun, Till we found the sea of green, And we lived beneath the waves, In our yellow submarine.
I dunno, I like it this way, its all bright and happy.
So I'll most likely hate it tomorrow.
Especially since I've got to go back to the dentist tomorrow, because the friggin Dentist most likely has no idea how to do a decent filling...
Here's the story:
I went to the Dentist for a filling, basic procedure, go in, shoot up the Novocaine, fill the sucker, go home.
Pretty simple, huh?
Hahaha.
Wrong.
Here's how it REALLY went:
I went in, they stabbed me with Novocaine, it hurt quite a bit, they filled the cavity, and they drilled my gum in the process.
And about a day after, my tooth started to hurt. And the entire week it just got worse and worse, so I told my Mom, and she set up another appointment.
I went in, and they determine that they !@#$ed it up like complete idiots, and they want to do it again.
And here we are.
I really don't wanna go...
I don't like getting stabbed with sharp hypodermic needles man...
I'm not sure if there's any GOOD news today, so I'll leave it at that.
Purdy short.
Just like I like it.
Beatles: In the town where I was born, Lived a man who sailed the sea, And he told us of his life, In the land of submarines. So we sailed on to the sun, Till we found the sea of green, And we lived beneath the waves, In our yellow submarine.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
The Best/Worst Day ever
Well, yesterday was Friday.
And to those of you keeping score, yesterday I got my J-Term assignment.
But I shall start from the begining right now folks, cuz thats not all that happened today.
First off, never eat a bagel with Honey and Walnut cream cheese with Nantucket Nectars Lemonade, its disgusting and messes with your internal organs.
So after Algebra, which is in the Lowry, I always have to run to the Landmark to get to the front of the Elevator line, because I dislike walking up 5 flights of stairs.
So I tried to go through the front door, but it was locked oddly, so I used the side door, and I go up the two steps leading to the Atrium, and guess who' standing the middle of the atrium?
Hayley from Paramore.
I've never wanted a camera more in my life.
But Mr Grosscrites (The Dean) told me to get to class, so I skedaddled and STILL got to the front of the line.
Well God Damn.
Oh, but it doesn't end there Ladies and JellyBeans.
Its the last five minutes of class, and my History teacher Ms. Vevle, is passing out our J-Term sheets, and when mine came I opened it and was at first confused at what the hell I was suppossed to do, until I looked at the last sheet of paper, reading:
And to those of you keeping score, yesterday I got my J-Term assignment.
But I shall start from the begining right now folks, cuz thats not all that happened today.
First off, never eat a bagel with Honey and Walnut cream cheese with Nantucket Nectars Lemonade, its disgusting and messes with your internal organs.
So after Algebra, which is in the Lowry, I always have to run to the Landmark to get to the front of the Elevator line, because I dislike walking up 5 flights of stairs.
So I tried to go through the front door, but it was locked oddly, so I used the side door, and I go up the two steps leading to the Atrium, and guess who' standing the middle of the atrium?
Hayley from Paramore.
I've never wanted a camera more in my life.
But Mr Grosscrites (The Dean) told me to get to class, so I skedaddled and STILL got to the front of the line.
Well God Damn.
Oh, but it doesn't end there Ladies and JellyBeans.
Its the last five minutes of class, and my History teacher Ms. Vevle, is passing out our J-Term sheets, and when mine came I opened it and was at first confused at what the hell I was suppossed to do, until I looked at the last sheet of paper, reading:
Good & Plenty
Role: Coach Kettlewell
Needless to say, I was happy to get in the play I wanted, and just to be involved, but I was a little disappointed not to get the role I wanted.
The role in question was a student called Margie, a hippie girl who only speaks in Song lyrics.
But I was happy.
Until I got to the bus stop.
I was talking to the boy known only as the Trumpet, when I happened to glance across the street.
I saw a group of girl in my track (Happy, Sleepy, Grumpy, Doc, and Hymie) and they were all smiling and I could just tell they were talking about J-Term because everybody was.
I never felt so lonely in my life.
I suppose it doesn't really matter though.
No other news.
Beatles: I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping, While my guitar gently weeps. I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping, Still my guitar gently weeps.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
The Other Truth
Heres the other Truth. The one about myself:
I know I'm hideousy ugly, don't rub it it.
I wear my makeup to HIDE the hideously ugly face that is my face.
I like sugar and eat lots of it.
My weight is as awful as it is BECAUSE of that addiction.
I'm not upset about my weight, it does wonders for my curves.
My arms are scrawny on the bottom and beefy at the tops, so I loathe them.
My hands are equally horrendouse, but I like what they do.
I however hate that the nails on them are always dirty, and I pick at them.
I like to swear, and don't have any problem with it.
However, I won't stand for the words Faggot, Nigger, or Fatass.
I like to sing.
I have a horrible voice.
My voice is like Squidward on Spongebob Squarepants.
The word 'Fartknocker' will make me snort when properly used.
I snort.
I read Cosmo, although everyone will make fun of me for it.
I want to be normal.
Normal people hate me.
I hate normal people.
Kathy Griffin makes me laugh.
I won't laugh outloud.
People who claim to be something other than they are bother me.
I'm not a lesbian, but I love the original Jessica Rabbit cartoon, and find her unbelievably sexy.
I hate men.
I hate women.
I may just be asexual.
I love reading articles about Lindsay Lohan and Robert Pattinson.
Joel Mchale is my celebrity crush even if he's married with kids.
I've never heard a Michael Jackson song, and don't intend to.
My favorite show is Cake Boss.
I'm watching it right now.
My secret ambition is to learn the Soulja Boy dance.
I hate the Soulja Boy dance.
I love my hair.
Noone else does.
Thats about it.
For now.
Beatles: He's a real Nowhere Man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me?
I know I'm hideousy ugly, don't rub it it.
I wear my makeup to HIDE the hideously ugly face that is my face.
I like sugar and eat lots of it.
My weight is as awful as it is BECAUSE of that addiction.
I'm not upset about my weight, it does wonders for my curves.
My arms are scrawny on the bottom and beefy at the tops, so I loathe them.
My hands are equally horrendouse, but I like what they do.
I however hate that the nails on them are always dirty, and I pick at them.
I like to swear, and don't have any problem with it.
However, I won't stand for the words Faggot, Nigger, or Fatass.
I like to sing.
I have a horrible voice.
My voice is like Squidward on Spongebob Squarepants.
The word 'Fartknocker' will make me snort when properly used.
I snort.
I read Cosmo, although everyone will make fun of me for it.
I want to be normal.
Normal people hate me.
I hate normal people.
Kathy Griffin makes me laugh.
I won't laugh outloud.
People who claim to be something other than they are bother me.
I'm not a lesbian, but I love the original Jessica Rabbit cartoon, and find her unbelievably sexy.
I hate men.
I hate women.
I may just be asexual.
I love reading articles about Lindsay Lohan and Robert Pattinson.
Joel Mchale is my celebrity crush even if he's married with kids.
I've never heard a Michael Jackson song, and don't intend to.
My favorite show is Cake Boss.
I'm watching it right now.
My secret ambition is to learn the Soulja Boy dance.
I hate the Soulja Boy dance.
I love my hair.
Noone else does.
Thats about it.
For now.
Beatles: He's a real Nowhere Man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Monday, November 2, 2009
The Truth
I see people doing this in their blogs all the time, and I feel I need to do this.
Here we go:
You're not funny.
I don't care anymore.
Shut up for once.
Why can't you accept me?
I hate your music.
I wish you'd leave me alone.
When I write, I don't feel anything anymore.
You're not as cool as you think you are.
Its not cute when you're naiive.
You're not pretty, inwardly or outwardly.
All you do is take.
I wish you'd stop.
I hate it when you call me Eni.
You're not mature.
You're not cool.
I don't know why I'm friends with you.
You make me feel like shit.
Stop lying about yourself.
Stop lying to ME.
Sometimes I don't want to hear about your life.
Why don't you care about me?
Its not always about you.
I'm sick of doing all your work.
You don't care, then you lie about it, and I hate you for it.
You're cheap.
Take better care of yourself, for Gods sake.
You suck.
I hate you.
Grow up.
Now, if i have saddened or offended you with that, just go back and see what you've done to me.
Beatles: Oh Darling! Please belive me, I'll never do you no harm. Believe me, I'll never do you no harm! Oh Darling! If you leave me, I'll never make it alone. Believe me when I beg you, don't ever leave me alone!
Here we go:
You're not funny.
I don't care anymore.
Shut up for once.
Why can't you accept me?
I hate your music.
I wish you'd leave me alone.
When I write, I don't feel anything anymore.
You're not as cool as you think you are.
Its not cute when you're naiive.
You're not pretty, inwardly or outwardly.
All you do is take.
I wish you'd stop.
I hate it when you call me Eni.
You're not mature.
You're not cool.
I don't know why I'm friends with you.
You make me feel like shit.
Stop lying about yourself.
Stop lying to ME.
Sometimes I don't want to hear about your life.
Why don't you care about me?
Its not always about you.
I'm sick of doing all your work.
You don't care, then you lie about it, and I hate you for it.
You're cheap.
Take better care of yourself, for Gods sake.
You suck.
I hate you.
Grow up.
Now, if i have saddened or offended you with that, just go back and see what you've done to me.
Beatles: Oh Darling! Please belive me, I'll never do you no harm. Believe me, I'll never do you no harm! Oh Darling! If you leave me, I'll never make it alone. Believe me when I beg you, don't ever leave me alone!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The Stupidity of Mankind
Well, well, well, just when I thought people couldn't get any stupider...
Yesterday in my Lit./Comp. class, some chick (who shall remain unnamed to protect the innocent) got up in front of the class to give her College Knowledge speech (Shameless rhymes, I know...) and I THINK she was trying to say Emancipation Proclamation, and it came out Emaaansoupassion Proclamination.
....Wow.
And the chick wasn't even blond....And its okay for me to say that cuz I'm blond as well.
Its days like that that really give my confidence a ginormous boost, because, believe it or not, my dear children, I have a GREAT vocabulary.
Sort of.
Now, onto the more important matters.
I have a callback tomorrow for, brace yourselves now, Stuart Little.
...I don't know howthey plan on pulling it off, but they will, and I may have to be involved. I tried out for a cat, and I like the role, so I hope I get that.
We find out our J-Term placement next week, and Halloween is this weekend, so its a pretty busy two weeks.
AND I have to do my Biology project by next Wednesday, where I will have to include a Pathogen, AntiBodies, all other manor of cells, and West Side Story snapping.
And I'm trying to get this all done in one week.
Help.
Beatles: Help! I need somebody! Help! Not just anybody! Help! You know I need somebody! Help!
Yesterday in my Lit./Comp. class, some chick (who shall remain unnamed to protect the innocent) got up in front of the class to give her College Knowledge speech (Shameless rhymes, I know...) and I THINK she was trying to say Emancipation Proclamation, and it came out Emaaansoupassion Proclamination.
....Wow.
And the chick wasn't even blond....And its okay for me to say that cuz I'm blond as well.
Its days like that that really give my confidence a ginormous boost, because, believe it or not, my dear children, I have a GREAT vocabulary.
Sort of.
Now, onto the more important matters.
I have a callback tomorrow for, brace yourselves now, Stuart Little.
...I don't know howthey plan on pulling it off, but they will, and I may have to be involved. I tried out for a cat, and I like the role, so I hope I get that.
We find out our J-Term placement next week, and Halloween is this weekend, so its a pretty busy two weeks.
AND I have to do my Biology project by next Wednesday, where I will have to include a Pathogen, AntiBodies, all other manor of cells, and West Side Story snapping.
And I'm trying to get this all done in one week.
Help.
Beatles: Help! I need somebody! Help! Not just anybody! Help! You know I need somebody! Help!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
An insight into my cranium
People make me laugh.
People that hate me in particular.
Here's why I bring it up, on my friends website, I am ALWAYS getting into arguments with people about their spelling.
A quick example of it: i dotn now wat ur taking aout.
See what I mean?
So I always ask them to make it more legible, and surprise, surprise, they don't.
So yesterday I got into an argument with a girl I shall call Kid, and we wxchanged a few heated comments, before she stormed away, swearing to never come on the site again.
I left soon after to call Paroxysm, cuz I was getting vewy concerned about her mental well being, and that was that.
I got back on today, and once again, surprise, surprise, she'd been back on.
Well, I started talking to two people on the site, aptly named Crackerdude and Jubbler. And they informed me that she would be ignoring me. They also told me another chick on the site named BlackJack has ignored me too.
No! I'm melting! Ahhhh!
It really makes me laugh that people think I care about crap like this, cuz, to tell you the truth, I really don't think I care.
Its people that think I do that bother me.
They're so wrapped up in themselves that they can't comprehend the fact that somebody DOESN'T care what they do, what they think, or who they are.
It just doesn't matter to me.
Never has, never will.
The ironic thing about me getting into fights with people about their spelling is that I have the messiest handwriting imaginable.
So messy that I can't read it at points.
Oh, the irony....
No current news.
Beatles: Well, shake it up baby, now. Twist and Shout. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now. Come on, and work it on out.
People that hate me in particular.
Here's why I bring it up, on my friends website, I am ALWAYS getting into arguments with people about their spelling.
A quick example of it: i dotn now wat ur taking aout.
See what I mean?
So I always ask them to make it more legible, and surprise, surprise, they don't.
So yesterday I got into an argument with a girl I shall call Kid, and we wxchanged a few heated comments, before she stormed away, swearing to never come on the site again.
I left soon after to call Paroxysm, cuz I was getting vewy concerned about her mental well being, and that was that.
I got back on today, and once again, surprise, surprise, she'd been back on.
Well, I started talking to two people on the site, aptly named Crackerdude and Jubbler. And they informed me that she would be ignoring me. They also told me another chick on the site named BlackJack has ignored me too.
No! I'm melting! Ahhhh!
It really makes me laugh that people think I care about crap like this, cuz, to tell you the truth, I really don't think I care.
Its people that think I do that bother me.
They're so wrapped up in themselves that they can't comprehend the fact that somebody DOESN'T care what they do, what they think, or who they are.
It just doesn't matter to me.
Never has, never will.
The ironic thing about me getting into fights with people about their spelling is that I have the messiest handwriting imaginable.
So messy that I can't read it at points.
Oh, the irony....
No current news.
Beatles: Well, shake it up baby, now. Twist and Shout. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now. Come on, and work it on out.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
J-Term
Well what do you know?
Its October already.
Just a couple weeks until the REAL holiday for kids.
Halloween.
Sure, Christmas is good, but you have to dress up and hang around with family all day, which I find to be annoying in some years. Plus there's snow everywhere and you have to stay in the house all day.
Whereas, during Halloween, you can dress up or dress down, and you can hang around with you friends and watch horror movies as you eat candy. Its cold, sure, but you can run around and do what you need to do to be warm instead of being nailed to a chair.
Theres not alot going on for me right now, just like I like it.
Next week I'll be busy as hell, we have J-Term choices being handed out and then we have the Auditions, which I'm super nervous about.
They say theres going to be tons of choices. I know I'll get into SOMETHING I just want to get into something that I'll like, which doesn't really happen to freshman, because all the Upperclassmen get the big roles.
There are going to be plenty of Theatre options, and I also want to try out for one of the musical theatre options, even though I don't have much of a voice.
They tell us that one of the options is a musical we all know, I'm leaning towards either West Side Story or Chicago, but I'mprobably wrong.
J-Term sounds amazing, I can't wait for it.
We'll get our assignments around Thanksgiving, so its all happening pretty fast, but I suppose its better that way, we couldn't take the wait if it was any longer.
Nothing else besides that and the Twins in the playoffs to report.
Beatles: Theres nothing you can do that can't be done, nothing you can sing that can't be sung, nothing you can say, but you can learn how to play the game. Its easy. Theres nothing you can make that can't be made, noone you can save that can't be saved, nothing you can do, buit you can learn to be you in time. Its easy. All you need is love, all you need is love, all you need is love, love, love, love is all you need.
Its October already.
Just a couple weeks until the REAL holiday for kids.
Halloween.
Sure, Christmas is good, but you have to dress up and hang around with family all day, which I find to be annoying in some years. Plus there's snow everywhere and you have to stay in the house all day.
Whereas, during Halloween, you can dress up or dress down, and you can hang around with you friends and watch horror movies as you eat candy. Its cold, sure, but you can run around and do what you need to do to be warm instead of being nailed to a chair.
Theres not alot going on for me right now, just like I like it.
Next week I'll be busy as hell, we have J-Term choices being handed out and then we have the Auditions, which I'm super nervous about.
They say theres going to be tons of choices. I know I'll get into SOMETHING I just want to get into something that I'll like, which doesn't really happen to freshman, because all the Upperclassmen get the big roles.
There are going to be plenty of Theatre options, and I also want to try out for one of the musical theatre options, even though I don't have much of a voice.
They tell us that one of the options is a musical we all know, I'm leaning towards either West Side Story or Chicago, but I'mprobably wrong.
J-Term sounds amazing, I can't wait for it.
We'll get our assignments around Thanksgiving, so its all happening pretty fast, but I suppose its better that way, we couldn't take the wait if it was any longer.
Nothing else besides that and the Twins in the playoffs to report.
Beatles: Theres nothing you can do that can't be done, nothing you can sing that can't be sung, nothing you can say, but you can learn how to play the game. Its easy. Theres nothing you can make that can't be made, noone you can save that can't be saved, nothing you can do, buit you can learn to be you in time. Its easy. All you need is love, all you need is love, all you need is love, love, love, love is all you need.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Pushy Americans
Hey America, guess what!
The French hate americans!
Hey France, guess what!
The Americans are starting to hate you too!
And all you Americans who are reading this, and thinking 'Oh no, they don't hate ME' you're WRONG! THEY HATE YOU.
And if any French person has put this through a translator, and is reading it thinking 'Stupid American, you cannot copete with France! PLEH! (Spit on the ground)'. SCREW YOU.
The entire universe is a mess, I wouldn't blame God, or Allah, or Zeus, or Morgan Freeman, or whoever he is if he ended the world right now.
The world Friggin sucks man...
And guess who st blame?
America.
Face it, we start almost everything that goes wrong in the world! Except maybe the Potatoe Shortage in Ireland, but thats beside the point.
And I'm not disregarding what the troops do, It takes alot of guts to go out there everyday and be shot at.
Although, I don't support The Iraq debacle at all. It pisses me off, its not just them, its us, and I think it should just stop right now.
Heres what I think should happen before we EVER start a war. Instead of sending bombs right away, we send everybody in that country a color television and a satelitte dish, and before the war starts, we sit them down and make them watch ESPN2 for 48 hours. Because after watching ESPN2 for 48 hours you will undrstand America ALOT better.
'Hi we're America! We build Monster Trucks fou FUN! We developed a top fuel drag in under 35 seconds, we were bored! Piss us off, and SEE WHAT WE BUILD! And we may feel bad aboutit later, ask Japan, but before we feel bad, we're gonna jack you up! And then we're gonna send you food! Because we're America! We're Schitzophrenic!'
Americas got some issues, but hey, so does the rest of the world.
And I'm starting to get real pissy about North Korea too.
I especially hate their little midget ruler with his orthopedic glasses and his prissy little bouffon.....
!@#$ that guy.
No recent news to report.
Beatles: Sexy Sadie, what have you done? You've made a fool of everyone. You've made a fool of everyone. Sexy Sadie ooh, what have you done? Sexy Sadie, you broke the rules, you laid it down for all to see. You laid it down for all to see. Sexy Sadie ooh, you broke the rules.
The French hate americans!
Hey France, guess what!
The Americans are starting to hate you too!
And all you Americans who are reading this, and thinking 'Oh no, they don't hate ME' you're WRONG! THEY HATE YOU.
And if any French person has put this through a translator, and is reading it thinking 'Stupid American, you cannot copete with France! PLEH! (Spit on the ground)'. SCREW YOU.
The entire universe is a mess, I wouldn't blame God, or Allah, or Zeus, or Morgan Freeman, or whoever he is if he ended the world right now.
The world Friggin sucks man...
And guess who st blame?
America.
Face it, we start almost everything that goes wrong in the world! Except maybe the Potatoe Shortage in Ireland, but thats beside the point.
And I'm not disregarding what the troops do, It takes alot of guts to go out there everyday and be shot at.
Although, I don't support The Iraq debacle at all. It pisses me off, its not just them, its us, and I think it should just stop right now.
Heres what I think should happen before we EVER start a war. Instead of sending bombs right away, we send everybody in that country a color television and a satelitte dish, and before the war starts, we sit them down and make them watch ESPN2 for 48 hours. Because after watching ESPN2 for 48 hours you will undrstand America ALOT better.
'Hi we're America! We build Monster Trucks fou FUN! We developed a top fuel drag in under 35 seconds, we were bored! Piss us off, and SEE WHAT WE BUILD! And we may feel bad aboutit later, ask Japan, but before we feel bad, we're gonna jack you up! And then we're gonna send you food! Because we're America! We're Schitzophrenic!'
Americas got some issues, but hey, so does the rest of the world.
And I'm starting to get real pissy about North Korea too.
I especially hate their little midget ruler with his orthopedic glasses and his prissy little bouffon.....
!@#$ that guy.
No recent news to report.
Beatles: Sexy Sadie, what have you done? You've made a fool of everyone. You've made a fool of everyone. Sexy Sadie ooh, what have you done? Sexy Sadie, you broke the rules, you laid it down for all to see. You laid it down for all to see. Sexy Sadie ooh, you broke the rules.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The End of the World
Oh my God!
Its the end of the world!
The sink is clogged so there is apparently NO GOD!!
Its the Nativity County Fair this weekend, I might be going with LotusCalm, but she gets back from her retreat at three tomorrow.
So my Mom decided to make me even more psyched out about my school last night, by having me watch Fame.
Its a good movie. But its just like every other movie made then, it doesn't really have a plot. But I liked it, so I won't be hating on it. We also watched Flashdance, which was also good, but also lacked a plot.
And I'm now going o turn my focus onto something everyone loves.
Animated movies.
The one in question today is The Swan Princess. Its really dorky and kinda cheesy, but I used to love it when I was a kid.
My problem with it is the Prince. This....this, Prince Derrick character....
Why does she love him again? This guy has bigger teeth than I did before I got my braces.
And his sleeves are HUH-YOOGE! He could shelter New Orleans from the next hurricane with those sleeves! Hes a lovesick puppy too....
My rant is paused, so I can tell you myfavorite line from this miracle movie.
Rogers: What else is there? She says, 'Is beauty all that matters?' and you say 'WHAT ELSE IS THERE'?!
Prince: It was dumb, I know.
Rogers: You should write a book. How to offend women in five syllables or less.
That, my friends, is moviemaking.
Parox is at the Renaissance Festival, the premise of which, I've yet to grasp. I don't see much of a point in dressing up and going out to a festival where its going to be hot, and you're walking around all day....
I've got to clean my house today, I need some money.
Some government official said that the recession is now over.
That guys a puffickly HUH-YOOGE liar.
Beatles: Ah, look at all the lonely people. Ah, look at all the lonely people. Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been. Lives in a dream. Waits at the window, wearing the face she keeps in a jar by the door. Who is it for? All the lonely people. Where do they all come from? All the lonely people. Where do they all belong?
Its the end of the world!
The sink is clogged so there is apparently NO GOD!!
Its the Nativity County Fair this weekend, I might be going with LotusCalm, but she gets back from her retreat at three tomorrow.
So my Mom decided to make me even more psyched out about my school last night, by having me watch Fame.
Its a good movie. But its just like every other movie made then, it doesn't really have a plot. But I liked it, so I won't be hating on it. We also watched Flashdance, which was also good, but also lacked a plot.
And I'm now going o turn my focus onto something everyone loves.
Animated movies.
The one in question today is The Swan Princess. Its really dorky and kinda cheesy, but I used to love it when I was a kid.
My problem with it is the Prince. This....this, Prince Derrick character....
Why does she love him again? This guy has bigger teeth than I did before I got my braces.
And his sleeves are HUH-YOOGE! He could shelter New Orleans from the next hurricane with those sleeves! Hes a lovesick puppy too....
My rant is paused, so I can tell you myfavorite line from this miracle movie.
Rogers: What else is there? She says, 'Is beauty all that matters?' and you say 'WHAT ELSE IS THERE'?!
Prince: It was dumb, I know.
Rogers: You should write a book. How to offend women in five syllables or less.
That, my friends, is moviemaking.
Parox is at the Renaissance Festival, the premise of which, I've yet to grasp. I don't see much of a point in dressing up and going out to a festival where its going to be hot, and you're walking around all day....
I've got to clean my house today, I need some money.
Some government official said that the recession is now over.
That guys a puffickly HUH-YOOGE liar.
Beatles: Ah, look at all the lonely people. Ah, look at all the lonely people. Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been. Lives in a dream. Waits at the window, wearing the face she keeps in a jar by the door. Who is it for? All the lonely people. Where do they all come from? All the lonely people. Where do they all belong?
Monday, September 14, 2009
The Kanye Katastrophe
I give you ladies and gentlemen, a portrait of an american douche nozzle in action!
The F*ck was he thinking?
He was probably......inebriated at the time, but still, poor Taylor Swift, having the microphone grabbed out of her hands, then being publicly insulted by Kanye in the middle of her acceptance speach.
And I agreewith what Want2beNappy said on Youtube about it (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UxeJh-vXdU)
because its NOT a racial issue, its the issue of professionalism. That was SO unprofessional, it just blows my mind.
And Taylor Swift, shut up people! Everyone is saying 'She just stood there like an idiot', because it caught her off guard! It was her first VMA, she put her heart into this, and then her speech was interrupted by Kanye, saying Beyonce had the best video.
And where did he come from anyway?
He just swooped in outta nowhere like Batman! Maybe somebody turned on the Batshit signal...
And I hated it because all the drama distracted us from the music, I support it being all about the music, and it wasn't about the music from that point on.
Alright, hes a F*cktard, I'm done.
In local news, Elas imposter has been found, and I totally called the drag queen theory, cuz it WAS a guy doing it. Heil to myself.
P.S I do agree Beyonces 'Put a Ring on it' was phenominal and legendary, but it keeps getting stuck in my head.
Beatles: Michelle, ma belle. These are words that go together well, my Michelle. Michelle, ma belle, sonts des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble. Tres bien ensemble.
The F*ck was he thinking?
He was probably......inebriated at the time, but still, poor Taylor Swift, having the microphone grabbed out of her hands, then being publicly insulted by Kanye in the middle of her acceptance speach.
And I agreewith what Want2beNappy said on Youtube about it (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UxeJh-vXdU)
because its NOT a racial issue, its the issue of professionalism. That was SO unprofessional, it just blows my mind.
And Taylor Swift, shut up people! Everyone is saying 'She just stood there like an idiot', because it caught her off guard! It was her first VMA, she put her heart into this, and then her speech was interrupted by Kanye, saying Beyonce had the best video.
And where did he come from anyway?
He just swooped in outta nowhere like Batman! Maybe somebody turned on the Batshit signal...
And I hated it because all the drama distracted us from the music, I support it being all about the music, and it wasn't about the music from that point on.
Alright, hes a F*cktard, I'm done.
In local news, Elas imposter has been found, and I totally called the drag queen theory, cuz it WAS a guy doing it. Heil to myself.
P.S I do agree Beyonces 'Put a Ring on it' was phenominal and legendary, but it keeps getting stuck in my head.
Beatles: Michelle, ma belle. These are words that go together well, my Michelle. Michelle, ma belle, sonts des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble. Tres bien ensemble.
Friday, September 11, 2009
In local news
School is still getting better and better. I sit with a boy on the bus whom shall be called GuitarHero, hes cool and funny, and I've made a couple friends... I think.
But basically, what I'm loving right now is the ending of Psycho.
Holy God.
I did NOT see that coming.
WARNING! HERE BE SPOILERS!
What was that? Freaky, thats what it was!
I saw the mothers corpse, then Norman rushes in dressed as a woman, and for a momeny I was just like "Who is this woman? Oh, its Norman!"
Very strange, although I did enjoy the jump that went through everyone when the stairs scene came. THAT is good moviemaking, its all a bit unrealistic and cheesy, but I can't help but love movies like that.
Y'know, movies like The Poseidon Adventure and Lolita...
Speaking of Lolita, I finally saw it in its entirety today, because the first time I watched I fell asleep, then I just turned it off, but I finally watched the whole thing today.
I liked it, although I see both of them as a victime. Lolita as a victim because I'm pretty sure she never meant it to become as...intense as it became.
Humbert is also a victim, but a victim of his own madness and obsession.
But I liked it, I like most of the things Stanley Kubrick directs, I think I'll suggest Lolita to Paul for the film study, we could use some controversial material to get people talking.....
I'm still loving City (Hollywood Undead), but for some reason I've also been loving the Jesus Christ Superstar sounstrack lately, although I don't know why.
I'm seeing Ela (who has an imposter on Paroxs website! Its like having your own drag queen!) and Parox tomorrow, we MIGHT see Julie and Julia, but most likely not.
Beatles: You say you want a Revolution, well you know we all want to change the world. You tell me that its evolution, well you know we all wanna change the world. But when you talk about destruction, don't you know that you can count me out? Don't you know its going to be alright? Alright, alright...
But basically, what I'm loving right now is the ending of Psycho.
Holy God.
I did NOT see that coming.
WARNING! HERE BE SPOILERS!
What was that? Freaky, thats what it was!
I saw the mothers corpse, then Norman rushes in dressed as a woman, and for a momeny I was just like "Who is this woman? Oh, its Norman!"
Very strange, although I did enjoy the jump that went through everyone when the stairs scene came. THAT is good moviemaking, its all a bit unrealistic and cheesy, but I can't help but love movies like that.
Y'know, movies like The Poseidon Adventure and Lolita...
Speaking of Lolita, I finally saw it in its entirety today, because the first time I watched I fell asleep, then I just turned it off, but I finally watched the whole thing today.
I liked it, although I see both of them as a victime. Lolita as a victim because I'm pretty sure she never meant it to become as...intense as it became.
Humbert is also a victim, but a victim of his own madness and obsession.
But I liked it, I like most of the things Stanley Kubrick directs, I think I'll suggest Lolita to Paul for the film study, we could use some controversial material to get people talking.....
I'm still loving City (Hollywood Undead), but for some reason I've also been loving the Jesus Christ Superstar sounstrack lately, although I don't know why.
I'm seeing Ela (who has an imposter on Paroxs website! Its like having your own drag queen!) and Parox tomorrow, we MIGHT see Julie and Julia, but most likely not.
Beatles: You say you want a Revolution, well you know we all want to change the world. You tell me that its evolution, well you know we all wanna change the world. But when you talk about destruction, don't you know that you can count me out? Don't you know its going to be alright? Alright, alright...
Friday, September 4, 2009
I've just seen a face
A really hot face.
I'm suddenly very happy school has started, even though I'm getting up to early for my usual functioning abilities, and I look 10 years older than I should. But its fantastic.
I get to walk in between these beautiful buildings all day like the Saint Paul Hotel and the Landmark Center, and my theatre courses are amazing!
I eat lunch (alone) at Brugers cuz I love bagels, then I have the rest of my classes, and I've talked to Ela on my lunch period everyday this past week.
Paroxysm started school on Wednesday, she didn't get the Psychology course she wanted, so shes sad about that, and Ela doesn't start school til Tuesday cuz Monday is Labor day, so I can't call her anymore.
Now onto the important part, the hot face.
In school I met a guy. Lets call him.....Darko.
And hes so FANTASTIC!
He likes the theatre, hes an actor for christs sake!
And we have so much in COMMON.
He loves pizza, just like me, he loves Donnie Darko, just like me, and he can't remember his natural hair color, just like me!
And hes hot...
He has perfect teeth.....I suppose after three and a half years of Orthodontia that means something to me now.
But I think hes perfect.
And please Jesus let me talk to him again.
Beatles: She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, she loves you, yeah, yeah! You think you lost your love? Well I saw her yesterday, its you shes thinkin of, and she only wants to say, she says she loves you, and you know that can't be bad, she said she loves you, and you know you should be glad.
I'm suddenly very happy school has started, even though I'm getting up to early for my usual functioning abilities, and I look 10 years older than I should. But its fantastic.
I get to walk in between these beautiful buildings all day like the Saint Paul Hotel and the Landmark Center, and my theatre courses are amazing!
I eat lunch (alone) at Brugers cuz I love bagels, then I have the rest of my classes, and I've talked to Ela on my lunch period everyday this past week.
Paroxysm started school on Wednesday, she didn't get the Psychology course she wanted, so shes sad about that, and Ela doesn't start school til Tuesday cuz Monday is Labor day, so I can't call her anymore.
Now onto the important part, the hot face.
In school I met a guy. Lets call him.....Darko.
And hes so FANTASTIC!
He likes the theatre, hes an actor for christs sake!
And we have so much in COMMON.
He loves pizza, just like me, he loves Donnie Darko, just like me, and he can't remember his natural hair color, just like me!
And hes hot...
He has perfect teeth.....I suppose after three and a half years of Orthodontia that means something to me now.
But I think hes perfect.
And please Jesus let me talk to him again.
Beatles: She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, she loves you, yeah, yeah! You think you lost your love? Well I saw her yesterday, its you shes thinkin of, and she only wants to say, she says she loves you, and you know that can't be bad, she said she loves you, and you know you should be glad.
Monday, August 24, 2009
The blog about a blog
Who's ready for shameless plugs?
I AM!
Plug Numero Uno:
All of you who really only read this cuz you're trying to kick your drug addiction and use this to throw up and lose weight without the crack, you have no doubt slipped into a bought of depression and are holding a gun to your head/knife to your wrist as you read this, so cheer up and go watch The Allen and Craig show. Its a show on YouTube, that stars two of the funniest guys I don't know, so set the gun down and go watch it.
Plug Numero Deaux:
To those science geeks who love/obsess/stalk Joss Whedon, you probably already know this, but for those who don't, watch Dr. Horribles Sing-Along Blog. I'm a blog plugging another blog, which doesn't REALLY make sense, but it does to me. It stars Neil Patrick Harris, who sings, Nathan Fillion, who sings, Felicia Day, who sings, and Simon Helberg, who doesn't. So go watch it! Or I'll find you.
Plug Numero Toi:
Hey, remember those two dudes I mentioned in the begining of the post? The ones you're supposed to be watching rightnow, remember them? I'm now plugging the rest of their group, which is called EvilIguanaProductions, they made a hilarious Dark Knight trailer spoof, a hilarious Twilight trailer spoof, another Twilight scene spoof, which was also hilarious, then they made a Dark Knight Christmas movie, which wasn't very funny, but it was still very good!
Plug Numero...Four:
City by Hollywood Undead, just cuz its a good hardcore song.
No current news to report.
Beatles:Is there anybody going to listen to my story? All about the girl who came to stay. Shes the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry, still, you don't regret a single day. A girl, girl....
I AM!
Plug Numero Uno:
All of you who really only read this cuz you're trying to kick your drug addiction and use this to throw up and lose weight without the crack, you have no doubt slipped into a bought of depression and are holding a gun to your head/knife to your wrist as you read this, so cheer up and go watch The Allen and Craig show. Its a show on YouTube, that stars two of the funniest guys I don't know, so set the gun down and go watch it.
Plug Numero Deaux:
To those science geeks who love/obsess/stalk Joss Whedon, you probably already know this, but for those who don't, watch Dr. Horribles Sing-Along Blog. I'm a blog plugging another blog, which doesn't REALLY make sense, but it does to me. It stars Neil Patrick Harris, who sings, Nathan Fillion, who sings, Felicia Day, who sings, and Simon Helberg, who doesn't. So go watch it! Or I'll find you.
Plug Numero Toi:
Hey, remember those two dudes I mentioned in the begining of the post? The ones you're supposed to be watching rightnow, remember them? I'm now plugging the rest of their group, which is called EvilIguanaProductions, they made a hilarious Dark Knight trailer spoof, a hilarious Twilight trailer spoof, another Twilight scene spoof, which was also hilarious, then they made a Dark Knight Christmas movie, which wasn't very funny, but it was still very good!
Plug Numero...Four:
City by Hollywood Undead, just cuz its a good hardcore song.
No current news to report.
Beatles:Is there anybody going to listen to my story? All about the girl who came to stay. Shes the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry, still, you don't regret a single day. A girl, girl....
Saturday, August 22, 2009
The Movie Review post
Well..........
That turned out better than I planned.
We DID go to the movies yesterday, and I DID see 'Julie and Julia'.
It was alright, it gave me the insane urge to cook....
And its time fooooooor......
SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME MOVIE REVIEW SEQUENCE GO!!!
Alright, (Straightens tie and blows nose) so, 'Julie and Julia' was good, it made you want to cook, which movies about cooking usually do to me, but this was like watching 'Hells Kitchen' on crack. Meryl Streep was, as always, fantastic and funny, she did a spectacular job of portraying Julia Child, especially the accent, I loved the accent.
Amy Adams, on the other hand, I was disappointed with. Her acting was shmaltzy and shoddy at best at certain points in the movie. Her acting could convince anybody that this was NOT a true story, but a cheesy dream born out of a depressed crack addict diving into their second pack of Marlboros, hitting their child in a Wal Mart.
SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME MOVIE REVIEW OVER!!!
Alright then, now that thats over, I'd like to talk to you about 'Bonnie and Clyde'.
Right after we got home from the movies, 'Bonnie and Clyde' came on, and being the Bank Robber movie addict that I am, I had to watch it.
And honestly, I loved it.
Faye Dunaway as Bonnie Parker was phenominal, you could really believe that you were watching the real Bonnie, her actions and comments could easily be believed.
Warren Beatty as Clyde Barrow was one of thw better performances I've seen in a movie. His character in the movie could be regarded as the stereotyped gangster that cares about nothing more than getting money, but what he brought to the character made him different.
Both of them together was a believable couple, full of their flaws and fights, but always loving each other, down to the violent end.
Very good movie in general.
I also realized after watching it that I preffered Bank Robbers to Super Villains, mainly because Bank Robbers were REAL, and the publics reaction to them was not terror and disgust but reverence and smug satisfaction at the riches being stolen from the good fortuned people.
Thats all for today I suppose, buh bye!
Beatles: Blackbird singin in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arive. Blackbird singin in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free. Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly. Into the light of the dark black night....
That turned out better than I planned.
We DID go to the movies yesterday, and I DID see 'Julie and Julia'.
It was alright, it gave me the insane urge to cook....
And its time fooooooor......
SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME MOVIE REVIEW SEQUENCE GO!!!
Alright, (Straightens tie and blows nose) so, 'Julie and Julia' was good, it made you want to cook, which movies about cooking usually do to me, but this was like watching 'Hells Kitchen' on crack. Meryl Streep was, as always, fantastic and funny, she did a spectacular job of portraying Julia Child, especially the accent, I loved the accent.
Amy Adams, on the other hand, I was disappointed with. Her acting was shmaltzy and shoddy at best at certain points in the movie. Her acting could convince anybody that this was NOT a true story, but a cheesy dream born out of a depressed crack addict diving into their second pack of Marlboros, hitting their child in a Wal Mart.
SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME MOVIE REVIEW OVER!!!
Alright then, now that thats over, I'd like to talk to you about 'Bonnie and Clyde'.
Right after we got home from the movies, 'Bonnie and Clyde' came on, and being the Bank Robber movie addict that I am, I had to watch it.
And honestly, I loved it.
Faye Dunaway as Bonnie Parker was phenominal, you could really believe that you were watching the real Bonnie, her actions and comments could easily be believed.
Warren Beatty as Clyde Barrow was one of thw better performances I've seen in a movie. His character in the movie could be regarded as the stereotyped gangster that cares about nothing more than getting money, but what he brought to the character made him different.
Both of them together was a believable couple, full of their flaws and fights, but always loving each other, down to the violent end.
Very good movie in general.
I also realized after watching it that I preffered Bank Robbers to Super Villains, mainly because Bank Robbers were REAL, and the publics reaction to them was not terror and disgust but reverence and smug satisfaction at the riches being stolen from the good fortuned people.
Thats all for today I suppose, buh bye!
Beatles: Blackbird singin in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arive. Blackbird singin in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free. Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly. Into the light of the dark black night....
Friday, August 21, 2009
Well, well, bloody hell....
My life can @$~!# itself.
Well...Not necessarily in that sense, because thats, as you, know, impossible, but It can fall down a mine shaft with ravenous sharks at the bottom, which results in their iminent death.
I went over to Paroxysms house on Wednedsay for our Pod party, which rocked. We listened to 'Across the Universe' music, ran around the park, watched a couple episodes of 'Psych', watched 'Blink', 'Get Smart', and other possible things I may be forgetting.
Great fun.
And yet there was a void...
When I woke up the next morning my neck was in agony on the left side, I believe it was the cat allergies messing with my muscles, because yes, its possible. And its been that way since, it went down about.......2% today, so at least its getting better.
I'm getting some good ideas for writing,but Paroxysm and I are almost completely unable to concentrate any more. It wasn't like this on the last two, it seemed alot easier then, but I think that this one will be good, I'm going to try and MAKE it good.
At least its a start.
I've got a new favorite song, its called 'Eyes on Fire' by Blue Foundation, it was on the Twilight soundtrack.
So go listen to it.
Right now.
Go.
So my dad and I might go to the movies later, he wants to see 'Inglourious Basterds', and I want to see 'Julie and Julia'.
We agreed on seeing 'Public Enemies' together, not so much on this particular scenario.
I both want to go, cuz I want to see a movie, and I also want to stay here because I want to watch a movie with my mom tonight.
And because my dad is such a whiny whinerpants, he decided, "Oh fooey and pasha! I don't want to go see a 1 o clock movie that will be over in time for us to get home! I want to go see the 4 o clock one that will end at 7! Because I love going hungry and annoying my daughter!"
Jeez....
Thaz all for now.
Beatles: I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together! See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly! I'm crying, sitting on a corn flake, waiting for the van to come! Corporation t-shirt, stupid bloody tuesday. Man you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long. I am the eggman, thaey are the eggman, I am the Walrus! Goo goo G'joob!
Well...Not necessarily in that sense, because thats, as you, know, impossible, but It can fall down a mine shaft with ravenous sharks at the bottom, which results in their iminent death.
I went over to Paroxysms house on Wednedsay for our Pod party, which rocked. We listened to 'Across the Universe' music, ran around the park, watched a couple episodes of 'Psych', watched 'Blink', 'Get Smart', and other possible things I may be forgetting.
Great fun.
And yet there was a void...
When I woke up the next morning my neck was in agony on the left side, I believe it was the cat allergies messing with my muscles, because yes, its possible. And its been that way since, it went down about.......2% today, so at least its getting better.
I'm getting some good ideas for writing,but Paroxysm and I are almost completely unable to concentrate any more. It wasn't like this on the last two, it seemed alot easier then, but I think that this one will be good, I'm going to try and MAKE it good.
At least its a start.
I've got a new favorite song, its called 'Eyes on Fire' by Blue Foundation, it was on the Twilight soundtrack.
So go listen to it.
Right now.
Go.
So my dad and I might go to the movies later, he wants to see 'Inglourious Basterds', and I want to see 'Julie and Julia'.
We agreed on seeing 'Public Enemies' together, not so much on this particular scenario.
I both want to go, cuz I want to see a movie, and I also want to stay here because I want to watch a movie with my mom tonight.
And because my dad is such a whiny whinerpants, he decided, "Oh fooey and pasha! I don't want to go see a 1 o clock movie that will be over in time for us to get home! I want to go see the 4 o clock one that will end at 7! Because I love going hungry and annoying my daughter!"
Jeez....
Thaz all for now.
Beatles: I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together! See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly! I'm crying, sitting on a corn flake, waiting for the van to come! Corporation t-shirt, stupid bloody tuesday. Man you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long. I am the eggman, thaey are the eggman, I am the Walrus! Goo goo G'joob!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
A challenge, eh?
Well, well, well....
It seems I have a CHALLENGE on my hands.
A certain FRIEND of mine, who shall reamain nameless- ELA! Will now be trying to locate this blog, and discern my inermost secrets from it.
Weeeeeeeell, sorry to disappoint you, but the Info train has left the station!
And if you DO in fact find this blog, I commend you on your enormous waste of time, because there is NOTHING of interest going on here!
My life is made up of nothingness, and you've just spent god knows how long trying to find this only to see, guess what?, NOTHING!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
That was my maniacle laughter, I hope you enjoyed it...
Because I sure did.
Obviously.
And if you didn't enjoy it, you must now go watch UPN for the rest of the night/day/morning.
THEN you'll be sorry.......
So I've got writers block, surprise, surprise. The one time I can actually write out the story an I've got writers block.
Why does this always happen to me?
Every time I get theperfect chance, opportunity, and time to write, all the ideas go 'Poof!'
Sigh.....
I'm done for now, good luck to you Ela, my worthy opponent.
Beatles: Because the world is round, it turns me on. Because the world is round. Because the wind is high, it blows my mind, because the wind is high. Love is old, love is new. Love is old, love is you. Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry. Because the sky is blue...
It seems I have a CHALLENGE on my hands.
A certain FRIEND of mine, who shall reamain nameless- ELA! Will now be trying to locate this blog, and discern my inermost secrets from it.
Weeeeeeeell, sorry to disappoint you, but the Info train has left the station!
And if you DO in fact find this blog, I commend you on your enormous waste of time, because there is NOTHING of interest going on here!
My life is made up of nothingness, and you've just spent god knows how long trying to find this only to see, guess what?, NOTHING!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
That was my maniacle laughter, I hope you enjoyed it...
Because I sure did.
Obviously.
And if you didn't enjoy it, you must now go watch UPN for the rest of the night/day/morning.
THEN you'll be sorry.......
So I've got writers block, surprise, surprise. The one time I can actually write out the story an I've got writers block.
Why does this always happen to me?
Every time I get theperfect chance, opportunity, and time to write, all the ideas go 'Poof!'
Sigh.....
I'm done for now, good luck to you Ela, my worthy opponent.
Beatles: Because the world is round, it turns me on. Because the world is round. Because the wind is high, it blows my mind, because the wind is high. Love is old, love is new. Love is old, love is you. Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry. Because the sky is blue...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Heaven on my mind (And other such things)
Wow, words really ARE flowing out like endless rain...
I'm thinking about lots of random things lately.
So here are the important ones.
Random thought Numero Uno:
Why do all parents have the urge to think that their kids never mean anything about the problems their kids come to them with? This comes from the fact that over last week we were up at the lake, and I'd been preparing myself all week to ask my mom for a therapist.
On the second to last night there I finally asked her.
A flat out No.
Why can't she realize that I NEED to talk to someone? Someone I don't KNOW. I just feel so awful sometimes, but the one time I ask for help, she won't give it to me.
Random thought Numero Deux:
I don't understand how Paroxysm can feel so empathetically about her grandpa, who died of liver disease before she was born, who she never even knew, while I haven't shed a tear over any of my dead family members.
Maybe she just has more feeling than me, which isn't surprising, cuz if you hold a glass of water next to my heart, it'll freeze. But either way, maybe its just my previous feelings of bitterness over death in general, but it almsot bothers me that she can feel so close to someone she didn't know, while I'm distant to people I try to be close to.
Random thought Numero Toi:
Joanna Newsom rocks.
I don't know why I like her so much, but her voice has a nice quality to it, kinda easy to follow.
I especially like 'The Sprout and the Bean', not only because it was in 'The Strangers', but because of the eerie but beautiful qualty of her voice and the lyrics.
Those were the important ones, maybe there'll be more, wait and see.
Beatles:She's not a girl who misses much. Oh yeah, she's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand, like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crown with the multi coloured mirrors and his hobtail boots. Lyin with his eyes, while his hands are busy working overtime, a soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the national trust...
I'm thinking about lots of random things lately.
So here are the important ones.
Random thought Numero Uno:
Why do all parents have the urge to think that their kids never mean anything about the problems their kids come to them with? This comes from the fact that over last week we were up at the lake, and I'd been preparing myself all week to ask my mom for a therapist.
On the second to last night there I finally asked her.
A flat out No.
Why can't she realize that I NEED to talk to someone? Someone I don't KNOW. I just feel so awful sometimes, but the one time I ask for help, she won't give it to me.
Random thought Numero Deux:
I don't understand how Paroxysm can feel so empathetically about her grandpa, who died of liver disease before she was born, who she never even knew, while I haven't shed a tear over any of my dead family members.
Maybe she just has more feeling than me, which isn't surprising, cuz if you hold a glass of water next to my heart, it'll freeze. But either way, maybe its just my previous feelings of bitterness over death in general, but it almsot bothers me that she can feel so close to someone she didn't know, while I'm distant to people I try to be close to.
Random thought Numero Toi:
Joanna Newsom rocks.
I don't know why I like her so much, but her voice has a nice quality to it, kinda easy to follow.
I especially like 'The Sprout and the Bean', not only because it was in 'The Strangers', but because of the eerie but beautiful qualty of her voice and the lyrics.
Those were the important ones, maybe there'll be more, wait and see.
Beatles:She's not a girl who misses much. Oh yeah, she's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand, like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crown with the multi coloured mirrors and his hobtail boots. Lyin with his eyes, while his hands are busy working overtime, a soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the national trust...
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Jeez, painful...
Wooooooooooah...
There was nothing more painful than watching 'Kathy Griffin: My life on the D list' last night.
I'm serious, she was BOOED out of the Apollo... Tragic.
Personally, I found the joke to be funny. This is her re-telling of it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmbQ683Ugc0
She was booed out because she told the joke on amateur kids night.
What the !%@#?
Why are your kids there on a Kathy Griffin stand up night? Thats ridiculous, it is BOUND to have some form of swearing up in there. Whats even more idiculous is the fact that before the show, the stage manager told her she could say whatever she wanted because the kids would be gone, and after she was booed off, the SAME GUY yelled at her for telling the joke while the kids were there.
What kinda BS is this?
The dumbest BS imaginable, thats what it is...
Jeeeeeeez.....
I can't believe this, its so incredibly stupid, those people who knew who Kathy Griffin was, and had seen her stand up before, should've taken their frickin kids out!
This is just INSANE.
Besides the New York housewives episode where the countess told the inner city children to loose weight, it was one of the most painful things I've had the pleasure to watch.
But still, wow.
I'm out of stuff for today, Paroxysm is coming over and we're going to celebrate. We just finished the story.
BTW: I saw Rosemary's Baby. Polanski is a genius, a pervert, but a genius.
Beatles: For the benefit of Mr. Kite, there will be a show tonight on trampolines!
There was nothing more painful than watching 'Kathy Griffin: My life on the D list' last night.
I'm serious, she was BOOED out of the Apollo... Tragic.
Personally, I found the joke to be funny. This is her re-telling of it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmbQ683Ugc0
She was booed out because she told the joke on amateur kids night.
What the !%@#?
Why are your kids there on a Kathy Griffin stand up night? Thats ridiculous, it is BOUND to have some form of swearing up in there. Whats even more idiculous is the fact that before the show, the stage manager told her she could say whatever she wanted because the kids would be gone, and after she was booed off, the SAME GUY yelled at her for telling the joke while the kids were there.
What kinda BS is this?
The dumbest BS imaginable, thats what it is...
Jeeeeeeez.....
I can't believe this, its so incredibly stupid, those people who knew who Kathy Griffin was, and had seen her stand up before, should've taken their frickin kids out!
This is just INSANE.
Besides the New York housewives episode where the countess told the inner city children to loose weight, it was one of the most painful things I've had the pleasure to watch.
But still, wow.
I'm out of stuff for today, Paroxysm is coming over and we're going to celebrate. We just finished the story.
BTW: I saw Rosemary's Baby. Polanski is a genius, a pervert, but a genius.
Beatles: For the benefit of Mr. Kite, there will be a show tonight on trampolines!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Damn...
I be bored...
Blah.
I'm going to invite Paroxysm over to watch 'The AmityvilleHorror'.
Hope she can come...
BTW: I saw Public Enemies with my dad today and it was amazzzzzzzziiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
Beatles: Do you, don't you want me to love you. I'm coming down fast, but I'm miles above you. Tell me, tell me, tell me, come on tell me the answer. Well you may be a lover, but you ain't no dancer. Helter Skelter!
Blah.
I'm going to invite Paroxysm over to watch 'The AmityvilleHorror'.
Hope she can come...
BTW: I saw Public Enemies with my dad today and it was amazzzzzzzziiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
Beatles: Do you, don't you want me to love you. I'm coming down fast, but I'm miles above you. Tell me, tell me, tell me, come on tell me the answer. Well you may be a lover, but you ain't no dancer. Helter Skelter!
Monday, June 29, 2009
Research
I never before realized how much I loved Tim Burton before.
Not the Batman movies, screw that, I like his cartoons.
Like 'Nightmare Before Christmas' or 'Corpse Bride', that is the true essence of a cartoon.
It had perfect music, perfect animation, and I love the 'Oogie Boogie' song, don't ask questions.
The Michael Jackson thing still hasn't died down, but I saw some Farrah Fawcett memorials on today, so my distaste over the hype has died some...
So I finally got some writing done, hopefully the next time I see Paroxysm she'll have written something too.
I had a very dark day today, I watched 'The Exorcist', which I have an odd and sick fascination with, and then I had to research schitzophrenia for something I want to write later on.
Odd day, a very odd day...
I watched 'Kathy Griffin: My life on the D-list' though, which is something that, like 'Chelsea Lately', will always make me smile.
I drew the Weeping Angels from the Dr. Who episode I mentioned, 'Blink'.
Thet actually look pretty creepy...
Mission accomplished.
Beatles: Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy, are drifting through my open mind, possessing and caressing me...
Not the Batman movies, screw that, I like his cartoons.
Like 'Nightmare Before Christmas' or 'Corpse Bride', that is the true essence of a cartoon.
It had perfect music, perfect animation, and I love the 'Oogie Boogie' song, don't ask questions.
The Michael Jackson thing still hasn't died down, but I saw some Farrah Fawcett memorials on today, so my distaste over the hype has died some...
So I finally got some writing done, hopefully the next time I see Paroxysm she'll have written something too.
I had a very dark day today, I watched 'The Exorcist', which I have an odd and sick fascination with, and then I had to research schitzophrenia for something I want to write later on.
Odd day, a very odd day...
I watched 'Kathy Griffin: My life on the D-list' though, which is something that, like 'Chelsea Lately', will always make me smile.
I drew the Weeping Angels from the Dr. Who episode I mentioned, 'Blink'.
Thet actually look pretty creepy...
Mission accomplished.
Beatles: Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy, are drifting through my open mind, possessing and caressing me...
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