This will probably be really short because I'm just typing until Ela gets here.
In local news, GuitarHero is over Sandy (so he says) an has now moved onto somebody in my inner circle, who I am now regretting introducing him to.
Our very own Paroxysm, Parox, P.O, Tino.
I didn't see it coming, because they're so different.
Parox is a prude, and GH is...uh, not. They're both geeks, which is GREAT for relationships.
But wait, there is no relationship, and there will BE no relationship. Because of 'commitment issues' on her part, and general silliness on his.
God love him though, the poor boys trying. Hes dropping hints like an Easter bunny on Easter Sunday.
I have finally gotten back in the habit of writing, I only have ten more pages left in my sketchbook, and am harvesting a writers cramp.
However, I haven't been sleeping very well lately because I usually do my exercise before bed. I can't do it in the morning, its too loud and I like sleep.
I can't do it in the afternoon because Buzz is here and hes asking me for something on a minute by minute basis.
So that leaves the night. And I am not a vampire, the night is not a good time for me.
The night is not good fr me, morning is not good for me, and the afternoon is not good for me...
I should just sleep all day.
I saw Inception, by the way.
I really liked it, Leo was good. And so was my bitch Cillian Murphy as Robert 'Walk like I have a stick up my ass' Fischer.
Because he did.
Saw the movie twice in fact, once with Parox, as part of our Cillian Murphy fest, and another time with GuitarHero, because he doesn't know who Murphy is, and I wanted to fix that.
Spaking of Murphy, I have a new favorite movie, and its called Breakfast on Pluto.
Its about Patrick 'Kitten' Braden, transevestite extraordinaire from Ireland in the 70's. She goes to London searching for her mother, and there has many marvelous adventures.
I recomend it.
Gotta go, Elas here.
Beatles: I forgot to remember to forget her,I can't seem to get her off my mind.I thought I'd never miss her,but I've found out somehowI think about her almost all the time.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
The Marilyn Itch Part II: My Week with Marilyn
Huloo again, and welcome to the second installment of my Marilyn posts.
Today's theme is the 2011 movie My Week with Marilyn, to be directed by Simon Curtis. It based off a diary written by Colin Clark, the third assistant director for for the Marilyn Monroe-Laurence Olivier film The Prince and the Showgirl. His unofficial role was to keep Marilyn out of Olivier's way.
The diary has already been published, but all the details of one week were missing, and the missing week will become the frame for the film.
Although both Scarlett Johansson (=D) and Amy Adams(D=) were considered for the role, it eventually went to the star of Brokeback mountain, Michelle Williams (=o).
The question of authenticity in this film can be questioned, because of the lack of details pertaining to the events in the book the film is based on.
Hopefully it will be more historically accurate than the Naomi Watts film Blonde promises to be.
As for the question of whether Michelle looks the part, there is still cause for concern.
Michelle is, like Naomi, quite thin, and luckily blond, but there is a slight complication with her eyes, which are a light brown. And she is a little more full cheeked than Marilyn.
Her triumph, however, is that she can act. And the director has said that it will not be an impersonation of Marilyn, but rather an idea of her actions behind the camera.
Michelle: http://cdn.sheknows.com/celebrityphotos/2008/09/michelle-williams-loose-blonde-bun-hairstyle-08.jpg
Marilyn: http://www.raypfob.com/Images/Marilyn%20Monroe.jpg
So, as you see, there are some differences between them.
Will the film succeed?
Will life itself succeed?
Do we have any more macaroni and cheese?
Stay tuned.
Beatles: Oh dear, what can I do? Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue...
Today's theme is the 2011 movie My Week with Marilyn, to be directed by Simon Curtis. It based off a diary written by Colin Clark, the third assistant director for for the Marilyn Monroe-Laurence Olivier film The Prince and the Showgirl. His unofficial role was to keep Marilyn out of Olivier's way.
The diary has already been published, but all the details of one week were missing, and the missing week will become the frame for the film.
Although both Scarlett Johansson (=D) and Amy Adams(D=) were considered for the role, it eventually went to the star of Brokeback mountain, Michelle Williams (=o).
The question of authenticity in this film can be questioned, because of the lack of details pertaining to the events in the book the film is based on.
Hopefully it will be more historically accurate than the Naomi Watts film Blonde promises to be.
As for the question of whether Michelle looks the part, there is still cause for concern.
Michelle is, like Naomi, quite thin, and luckily blond, but there is a slight complication with her eyes, which are a light brown. And she is a little more full cheeked than Marilyn.
Her triumph, however, is that she can act. And the director has said that it will not be an impersonation of Marilyn, but rather an idea of her actions behind the camera.
Michelle: http://cdn.sheknows.com/celebrityphotos/2008/09/michelle-williams-loose-blonde-bun-hairstyle-08.jpg
Marilyn: http://www.raypfob.com/Images/Marilyn%20Monroe.jpg
So, as you see, there are some differences between them.
Will the film succeed?
Will life itself succeed?
Do we have any more macaroni and cheese?
Stay tuned.
Beatles: Oh dear, what can I do? Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue...
Sunday, August 1, 2010
The Marilyn Itch Part I: Blonde
Well dearies, it seems that Hollywood has reached its senses.
I have been hoping for a Marilyn Monroe biopic for a long time, and just today I find out that there are not one, but TWO Marilyn movies in the works.
Well, chocolate frogs.
I decided to talk about them both, because they both seem interesting and chances are that you, dear reader, have not heard of either.
So I'll start off with the one that I heard of first, which is Blonde, which will supposedly star Naomi Watts (IMDB confirms) of the movie King Kong.
This movie is set to start filming in January of 2011, and is based off of the Joyce Carol Oates book of the same title, and will follow the start of Norma Jeane Baker to Marilyn Monroe.
The book is controversial, as many view it to be VERY historically inaccurate. For example, in one scene of the book, Marilyn has sex with President Kennedy while he is on the phone with Fidel Castro, and why Kennedy had Castro on speed dial to begin with, America will (hopefully) never know.
Blonde will be directed by Andrew Dominik, a director I have never heard of in my entire life, so I won't dwell on him too much.
This is not the first time that Blonde has been made.
It was originally made in 2001 as a TV movie that starred Poppy Montgomery as Marilyn, but did not gain much recognition.
Naomi Watts herself is no dead runner for Marilyn. She is blond, which is crucial when you depict the most famous blond in history, but she is very thin and almost other worldly. When you see Marilyn, she is very blond and curvaceous and she looks like a real old Hollywood girl.
When you compare the two they look nothing alike:
Naomi:http://www.curly-hair-styles-magazine.com/image-files/medium-celeb-hair-05.jpg
Marilyn: http://www.starstore.com/acatalog/monroe-black.jpg
They have similar qualities, but Watts doesn't have the LOOK of Marilyn.
Needless, I will be seeing this movie when it comes out and hope that Naomi has what it takes to portray a very complicated woman.
Tomorrow I'll most likely talk about the other Marilyn movie in the works.
Bye.
Beatles: Baby's good to me, you know,She's happy as can be, you know,She said so.I'm in love with her and I feel fine.
I have been hoping for a Marilyn Monroe biopic for a long time, and just today I find out that there are not one, but TWO Marilyn movies in the works.
Well, chocolate frogs.
I decided to talk about them both, because they both seem interesting and chances are that you, dear reader, have not heard of either.
So I'll start off with the one that I heard of first, which is Blonde, which will supposedly star Naomi Watts (IMDB confirms) of the movie King Kong.
This movie is set to start filming in January of 2011, and is based off of the Joyce Carol Oates book of the same title, and will follow the start of Norma Jeane Baker to Marilyn Monroe.
The book is controversial, as many view it to be VERY historically inaccurate. For example, in one scene of the book, Marilyn has sex with President Kennedy while he is on the phone with Fidel Castro, and why Kennedy had Castro on speed dial to begin with, America will (hopefully) never know.
Blonde will be directed by Andrew Dominik, a director I have never heard of in my entire life, so I won't dwell on him too much.
This is not the first time that Blonde has been made.
It was originally made in 2001 as a TV movie that starred Poppy Montgomery as Marilyn, but did not gain much recognition.
Naomi Watts herself is no dead runner for Marilyn. She is blond, which is crucial when you depict the most famous blond in history, but she is very thin and almost other worldly. When you see Marilyn, she is very blond and curvaceous and she looks like a real old Hollywood girl.
When you compare the two they look nothing alike:
Naomi:http://www.curly-hair-styles-magazine.com/image-files/medium-celeb-hair-05.jpg
Marilyn: http://www.starstore.com/acatalog/monroe-black.jpg
They have similar qualities, but Watts doesn't have the LOOK of Marilyn.
Needless, I will be seeing this movie when it comes out and hope that Naomi has what it takes to portray a very complicated woman.
Tomorrow I'll most likely talk about the other Marilyn movie in the works.
Bye.
Beatles: Baby's good to me, you know,She's happy as can be, you know,She said so.I'm in love with her and I feel fine.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
The Wrath of CON
Its been a while. Much has happened.
I'll start from the beginning.
My dad has moved to Wisconsin to pursue his career as Union minion in the carpentry trade, so now its just my mom and I now.
Next, I've been at CONvergence 2010 for the last few days, shall I explain? Yes I shall.
CONvergence is a geek convention, and this year was the Bad Guys year, so Parox wanted me to go, so I did.
Here's what happened:
Thursday= Got up, got ready and we left at about 2:00. When we got there we had to wait in a long annoying line to get my badge because we made a transfer from someone else to me. After that Parox and i went to get our faces painted by a friend of Parox's mom. Afterwards we met up with a girl named Alynna and schlepped our way to the dealers room. No, its not drugs they deal, its just stuff.
And there I bought a set of Tarot cards with Botticelli artwork and a Marilyn Monroe poster (hung on the back of my door). Then we went and got food from the CONsuite and walked around for a while. After a while we decided to go in the pool, so we stripped down and got inthe hot tub.
Aaaaaaaaaah....
Felt good. then we went back to Alynnas room in search of more food, and there we found her little sister, and a flat screen T.V that broad casted events from the CON itself. So, to save us the trouble of getting awful seats for opening ceremonies, we stayed in the room and watched it on the T.V.
Then we went to the Teen Meet Up, where I found my friend Riddles, and made some new friends named Ninja and Rabbi. And after, we got MORE food, and then threw back a few smoothie shots at the Space lounge, and then we got great seats for the Dr. Horrible Sing-Along (one row in front of us was both the Joker and Dr. Horrible). We sang along to every single song...
Then we left.
Friday= Got up at 9:30, and once there we went to the dealers room again, where I got an Audrey Hepburn poster (keeps falling off my wall) and then we went to go see when Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince started at Cinema Rex (geekazoid movie theater). We were early so we did what any teenager would do.
Sat down in the kids room and colored.
Then, when the movie finally DID start, we were screwed out of our seats by Jubbler (Parox's ex) who NEEDED to speak to her immediately or he would surely melt and die.
They were outside awkwardly talking for 15 minutes so I went in. And by the time Parox came in, I was already frustrated, so I left.
Luckily for me, Riddles, Ninja, and Rabbi were outside the door. We went and browsed artwork from the silent auction (lots of dragons, but I liked the Anime influence), and after that we wanted to play a game, so we ran to the game room and played Operation, where I lost. Then we played Uno, and I lost. And somewhere in there, Harry Potter ended, so Parox walked in and joined us. We played another round of Uno, a few games of President, and Go Fish.
At that time, we were feeling dry, so we went to the pool, and had a furious water battle for Independence from the British. Soon, Parox and I had to leave to get seats for the Shining.
We got a couch this time. And the guy sitting next to us was hilarious. After that we made it to the Teen Meet Up, which was quiet at first, then for some reason, a game of tag ensued.
But this was no ordinary tag. This was evil, satanic, slapping, red-marks-on-the-arm, tag.
So I maturely hid under a table until the hour was over. After that we went to the Space Lounge, had some Con Shots, and watched the Cabaret.
Then we left.
Saturday= Got up early, had breakfast, and watched and episode of Man V. Food. When we got there, we (once again) went to the dealers room, where I bought a Clockwork Orange poster (don't know where to put it). Then we went to see the Wizard of Oz in Cinema Rex. I haven't seen it in such a long time so it was really fun to watch again.
Then Parox had a shift to do in the green place thing, so I looked at the huge schedule, and nothing was really happening, so I went back to Cinema Rex and watched the last bit of Superman II, then saw the Emily Hagins shorts, which were very good.
But there I made a cataclysmic decision.
I had Skittles AND Mike Ike's in the same sitting.
Which is a lot of sugar, and I have a very sensitive back tooth, so I immediately got a severe toothache.
And it HURT. Not just hurt, but it was aching, throbbing, and generally pulsating with pain.
I didn't know where to go next, so I wandered to the pool. And then I started getting a headache because I was thinking about it too much.
I tried to read a bit of Sybil, and then Parox found me. By that point, I was so ready to go home it was ridiculous. I needed to be in a place where I had easy access to Asprin.
So I called my mom, and she called my sister, which I was not thrilled about because I hate bothering her.
So she got me and that was my last day at CONvergence, because I'm missing the closing ceremonies tomorrow to go to my Aunt Marys Fourth of July party.
I had a lot of fun, but in the end, I had too much sugar, and had to miss Se7en AND Silence of the Lambs at Cinema Rex, which I'm unhappy about...
Now I'm mourning the loss of the Allen and Craig show, as it only has one more episode until the series finale.
I'll start from the beginning.
My dad has moved to Wisconsin to pursue his career as Union minion in the carpentry trade, so now its just my mom and I now.
Next, I've been at CONvergence 2010 for the last few days, shall I explain? Yes I shall.
CONvergence is a geek convention, and this year was the Bad Guys year, so Parox wanted me to go, so I did.
Here's what happened:
Thursday= Got up, got ready and we left at about 2:00. When we got there we had to wait in a long annoying line to get my badge because we made a transfer from someone else to me. After that Parox and i went to get our faces painted by a friend of Parox's mom. Afterwards we met up with a girl named Alynna and schlepped our way to the dealers room. No, its not drugs they deal, its just stuff.
And there I bought a set of Tarot cards with Botticelli artwork and a Marilyn Monroe poster (hung on the back of my door). Then we went and got food from the CONsuite and walked around for a while. After a while we decided to go in the pool, so we stripped down and got inthe hot tub.
Aaaaaaaaaah....
Felt good. then we went back to Alynnas room in search of more food, and there we found her little sister, and a flat screen T.V that broad casted events from the CON itself. So, to save us the trouble of getting awful seats for opening ceremonies, we stayed in the room and watched it on the T.V.
Then we went to the Teen Meet Up, where I found my friend Riddles, and made some new friends named Ninja and Rabbi. And after, we got MORE food, and then threw back a few smoothie shots at the Space lounge, and then we got great seats for the Dr. Horrible Sing-Along (one row in front of us was both the Joker and Dr. Horrible). We sang along to every single song...
Then we left.
Friday= Got up at 9:30, and once there we went to the dealers room again, where I got an Audrey Hepburn poster (keeps falling off my wall) and then we went to go see when Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince started at Cinema Rex (geekazoid movie theater). We were early so we did what any teenager would do.
Sat down in the kids room and colored.
Then, when the movie finally DID start, we were screwed out of our seats by Jubbler (Parox's ex) who NEEDED to speak to her immediately or he would surely melt and die.
They were outside awkwardly talking for 15 minutes so I went in. And by the time Parox came in, I was already frustrated, so I left.
Luckily for me, Riddles, Ninja, and Rabbi were outside the door. We went and browsed artwork from the silent auction (lots of dragons, but I liked the Anime influence), and after that we wanted to play a game, so we ran to the game room and played Operation, where I lost. Then we played Uno, and I lost. And somewhere in there, Harry Potter ended, so Parox walked in and joined us. We played another round of Uno, a few games of President, and Go Fish.
At that time, we were feeling dry, so we went to the pool, and had a furious water battle for Independence from the British. Soon, Parox and I had to leave to get seats for the Shining.
We got a couch this time. And the guy sitting next to us was hilarious. After that we made it to the Teen Meet Up, which was quiet at first, then for some reason, a game of tag ensued.
But this was no ordinary tag. This was evil, satanic, slapping, red-marks-on-the-arm, tag.
So I maturely hid under a table until the hour was over. After that we went to the Space Lounge, had some Con Shots, and watched the Cabaret.
Then we left.
Saturday= Got up early, had breakfast, and watched and episode of Man V. Food. When we got there, we (once again) went to the dealers room, where I bought a Clockwork Orange poster (don't know where to put it). Then we went to see the Wizard of Oz in Cinema Rex. I haven't seen it in such a long time so it was really fun to watch again.
Then Parox had a shift to do in the green place thing, so I looked at the huge schedule, and nothing was really happening, so I went back to Cinema Rex and watched the last bit of Superman II, then saw the Emily Hagins shorts, which were very good.
But there I made a cataclysmic decision.
I had Skittles AND Mike Ike's in the same sitting.
Which is a lot of sugar, and I have a very sensitive back tooth, so I immediately got a severe toothache.
And it HURT. Not just hurt, but it was aching, throbbing, and generally pulsating with pain.
I didn't know where to go next, so I wandered to the pool. And then I started getting a headache because I was thinking about it too much.
I tried to read a bit of Sybil, and then Parox found me. By that point, I was so ready to go home it was ridiculous. I needed to be in a place where I had easy access to Asprin.
So I called my mom, and she called my sister, which I was not thrilled about because I hate bothering her.
So she got me and that was my last day at CONvergence, because I'm missing the closing ceremonies tomorrow to go to my Aunt Marys Fourth of July party.
I had a lot of fun, but in the end, I had too much sugar, and had to miss Se7en AND Silence of the Lambs at Cinema Rex, which I'm unhappy about...
Now I'm mourning the loss of the Allen and Craig show, as it only has one more episode until the series finale.
R.I.P Allen Murphy and Craig Deering
You will be sorely missed
Beatles: It's been a long time, now I'm coming back home.I've been away now, oh, how, I've been alone.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Johnny Guitar
You guyssss, I changed my format again.
And this time, I wasn't even trying to.
It hypnotized me with its pinkness and its charisma.
It was like Zac Efron, to sat the least.
There really isn't much going on, except for waiting to go on vacation, which isn't very exciting cuz its still weeks away, and my friends are so far here, but are releasing no physical or emotional reaction to my rotting insides...
All that's really happened is I dyed my hair again, so I'm now really blond.
I've basically just been listening to music for weeks, which works fine for me, but no so much everyone else on the block.
I tend to blast things that are already loud to begin with, like Johnny Guitar, or Dead End Justice. Both really good songs, but very loud.
I'm also trying to get a job at the moment, which is problematic because I still have a month before I'm sixteen.
I don't really want to do anything for my birthday though, I've already had 15 birthdays, I think I know whats going to happen by now, you cannot do anything that has not already been done. You can throw confetti and pop out of a cake all day,I don't think you'll get much of a reaction.
I just want to BE sixteen, I don't need a big ceremony for it, I just want the number.
I want to run on the treadmill now, so I'll most likely not be back.
Seeya later.
Beatles: Take it easy, take it easy, everybodys got something to hide except for me and my Monkey.
And this time, I wasn't even trying to.
It hypnotized me with its pinkness and its charisma.
It was like Zac Efron, to sat the least.
There really isn't much going on, except for waiting to go on vacation, which isn't very exciting cuz its still weeks away, and my friends are so far here, but are releasing no physical or emotional reaction to my rotting insides...
All that's really happened is I dyed my hair again, so I'm now really blond.
I've basically just been listening to music for weeks, which works fine for me, but no so much everyone else on the block.
I tend to blast things that are already loud to begin with, like Johnny Guitar, or Dead End Justice. Both really good songs, but very loud.
I'm also trying to get a job at the moment, which is problematic because I still have a month before I'm sixteen.
I don't really want to do anything for my birthday though, I've already had 15 birthdays, I think I know whats going to happen by now, you cannot do anything that has not already been done. You can throw confetti and pop out of a cake all day,I don't think you'll get much of a reaction.
I just want to BE sixteen, I don't need a big ceremony for it, I just want the number.
I want to run on the treadmill now, so I'll most likely not be back.
Seeya later.
Beatles: Take it easy, take it easy, everybodys got something to hide except for me and my Monkey.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Summer Dreams (Ripped at the seams)
We stand at the brink of the abyss my children.
In just a few days school shall be over, and I will have 3 months to wile away the hours and confer with the flowers.
Maybe even consult with the rain, but probably not.
I have absolutely no idea what to do this summer, except watch Noah, which I'm most likely not going to be paid for.
I want to be with my friends, but I have a feeling they're going to be more preoccupied than usual.
I don't know where to get a job, if I can even get one.
There are plenty of places, but there are a lot of other things to think about.
Hours, pay...
I'm talking with Ela right now.
She was up in the boundary waters with Lotus all weekend, and Facebook confirms that she had fun.
The only problem with Ela is that after you hang out for a while she feels that she needs to stay away for a while so as not to put strain on the friendship.
Weird people.
I took my first real allergy pill this weekend.
Knocked me out for 15 hours straight, and I woke up feeling great.
I hate it when you get the summer cold, its so gross...
Then the next day I went to Highland and hung out with Parox, ate Leeann Chin (not real Chinese food, but still good)and spent an hour walking around Patina.
Then we went back to my house and I made her watch the Notebook, and she didn't understand why everyone crys.
The next day, nothing really happened.
Today, I baked a cake and ran on the treadmill, all the while thinking of the story I'm writing for Lotus's party.
For our next Pod Party (the Pod is our group) our 'Diplomats' have decided that we should all write stories to read aloud at the party.
Sigh...
As I have mentioned before, I DO NOT want to work to go to a party.
It puts on strain.
But I'm doing it anyway.
I'll do it right now.
Bye.
Beatles: It's getting better all the time,I used to get mad at my school (No, I can't complain)The teachers who taught me weren't cool( No, I can't complain)You're holding me down (Oh Oh)Turning me round(Oh Oh)Filling me up with your rules(Oooh)
In just a few days school shall be over, and I will have 3 months to wile away the hours and confer with the flowers.
Maybe even consult with the rain, but probably not.
I have absolutely no idea what to do this summer, except watch Noah, which I'm most likely not going to be paid for.
I want to be with my friends, but I have a feeling they're going to be more preoccupied than usual.
I don't know where to get a job, if I can even get one.
There are plenty of places, but there are a lot of other things to think about.
Hours, pay...
I'm talking with Ela right now.
She was up in the boundary waters with Lotus all weekend, and Facebook confirms that she had fun.
The only problem with Ela is that after you hang out for a while she feels that she needs to stay away for a while so as not to put strain on the friendship.
Weird people.
I took my first real allergy pill this weekend.
Knocked me out for 15 hours straight, and I woke up feeling great.
I hate it when you get the summer cold, its so gross...
Then the next day I went to Highland and hung out with Parox, ate Leeann Chin (not real Chinese food, but still good)and spent an hour walking around Patina.
Then we went back to my house and I made her watch the Notebook, and she didn't understand why everyone crys.
The next day, nothing really happened.
Today, I baked a cake and ran on the treadmill, all the while thinking of the story I'm writing for Lotus's party.
For our next Pod Party (the Pod is our group) our 'Diplomats' have decided that we should all write stories to read aloud at the party.
Sigh...
As I have mentioned before, I DO NOT want to work to go to a party.
It puts on strain.
But I'm doing it anyway.
I'll do it right now.
Bye.
Beatles: It's getting better all the time,I used to get mad at my school (No, I can't complain)The teachers who taught me weren't cool( No, I can't complain)You're holding me down (Oh Oh)Turning me round(Oh Oh)Filling me up with your rules(Oooh)
Friday, May 21, 2010
Hi Ho
Well, it is a day of mourning my children.
My old self has gone...
And the new technology crazed '2001 a Space Odyssey' me has arrived.
I now have, regrettably, a facebook.
I'm not proud of it.
I don't know how it happened. My Mom signed into her account to show me something and it just happened...
Only I have no camera, so I don't, in hindsight, seethe point of having one.
Besides having a new way to talk to my friends a little faster.
Like how I've been talking to Enigma for an hour now.
And school is not helping with all my stress. I have yet more finals to take this week, and a dress for finale to find, which will be an odyssey in itself.
I like to go shopping, but it does shit for my self confidence. I'll walk in and be ready for a nice fun trip to the store, then, out of the blue, I'll have gone up a few sizes and catch a glimpse of my butt in a mirror; subsequently causing me to burst out into tears on the car ride back.
Yeah.
Luckily, Finale should work out because Parox can most likely come with and guard me against the wave of bullshit that will most likely flood the place, as the Se7en Dwarfs shall be present.
I really CANNOT stand them, they're really like the girls from Mean Girls only worse because they're real.
So its best if she doesn't know.
I think D is going, and MADi (its like MADtv...get it?) and I know GuitarHero and Ravyn are going together, so it should hopefully be a good environment.
I've decided we won't go to the dinner, because if we do it'll cost $40 each, but if we just go to the dance it will only be $25 each, which is way better, don't you think?
I think.
I'm also out.
Seeya.
Beatles: I love you, 'cause you tell me things I want to know. And its true that it only goes to show, that I know, that I should never ever ever be blue.
My old self has gone...
And the new technology crazed '2001 a Space Odyssey' me has arrived.
I now have, regrettably, a facebook.
I'm not proud of it.
I don't know how it happened. My Mom signed into her account to show me something and it just happened...
Only I have no camera, so I don't, in hindsight, seethe point of having one.
Besides having a new way to talk to my friends a little faster.
Like how I've been talking to Enigma for an hour now.
And school is not helping with all my stress. I have yet more finals to take this week, and a dress for finale to find, which will be an odyssey in itself.
I like to go shopping, but it does shit for my self confidence. I'll walk in and be ready for a nice fun trip to the store, then, out of the blue, I'll have gone up a few sizes and catch a glimpse of my butt in a mirror; subsequently causing me to burst out into tears on the car ride back.
Yeah.
Luckily, Finale should work out because Parox can most likely come with and guard me against the wave of bullshit that will most likely flood the place, as the Se7en Dwarfs shall be present.
I really CANNOT stand them, they're really like the girls from Mean Girls only worse because they're real.
So its best if she doesn't know.
I think D is going, and MADi (its like MADtv...get it?) and I know GuitarHero and Ravyn are going together, so it should hopefully be a good environment.
I've decided we won't go to the dinner, because if we do it'll cost $40 each, but if we just go to the dance it will only be $25 each, which is way better, don't you think?
I think.
I'm also out.
Seeya.
Beatles: I love you, 'cause you tell me things I want to know. And its true that it only goes to show, that I know, that I should never ever ever be blue.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Cherry Bomb
Well, my parents are off at Buzz's' baseball game, which I declined to go to because I see no point. I instead chose to stay here and make myself endure physical hell.
20 minutes with the treadmill on Aerobic.
Which, when you have my body, is not good.
Luckily, I had Suzi Quatro, the soundtrack of Rent, Joan Jett, and the Runaways, to help me through it.
God, I love music today.
Anyways, the end of the year is only a few weeks away and my grades are so far improving.
If they were a word it would be FABAACAA.
The F isn't staying for long though, which is good.
Now the only thing to worry about is Finale.
Finale is the dance at the end of the year which is LIKE prom, but every grade is allowed to go. Everyone is talking about it, and its getting very annoying, especially since we just got a letter in the mail with all the guidelines and dress code and all that, so now OF COURSE my mom wants me to go.
One little catch.
Apparently the big thing nowadays is for guys and gals to have dates for dances, and that's never been my talent. Its so awkward to ask someone to go and act like an idiot with you.
And let me make this clear, I DO NOT want to WORK to go to a party, okay? I just want some chips and dip.
Its like a costume party.
But Riddles is going without a date and I think Panda is too, so its a little comforting.
I'd like to ask Parox or Ela to come with me and be my comfort blanket, but that too is a problem.
I don't want the one that can't come to feel left out, but I'm also trying to make it as equal as possible.
Although now that I've typed this neither will be able to go, but it was worth a try.
My parents will be home soon, so I'm going to fit in one more mosh pitting session to 'Cherry Bomb'.
Buh bye.
Beatles: To lead a better life I need my love to be here... Here, making each day of the year, changing my life with a wave of her hand. Nobody can deny that there's something there.
20 minutes with the treadmill on Aerobic.
Which, when you have my body, is not good.
Luckily, I had Suzi Quatro, the soundtrack of Rent, Joan Jett, and the Runaways, to help me through it.
God, I love music today.
Anyways, the end of the year is only a few weeks away and my grades are so far improving.
If they were a word it would be FABAACAA.
The F isn't staying for long though, which is good.
Now the only thing to worry about is Finale.
Finale is the dance at the end of the year which is LIKE prom, but every grade is allowed to go. Everyone is talking about it, and its getting very annoying, especially since we just got a letter in the mail with all the guidelines and dress code and all that, so now OF COURSE my mom wants me to go.
One little catch.
Apparently the big thing nowadays is for guys and gals to have dates for dances, and that's never been my talent. Its so awkward to ask someone to go and act like an idiot with you.
And let me make this clear, I DO NOT want to WORK to go to a party, okay? I just want some chips and dip.
Its like a costume party.
But Riddles is going without a date and I think Panda is too, so its a little comforting.
I'd like to ask Parox or Ela to come with me and be my comfort blanket, but that too is a problem.
I don't want the one that can't come to feel left out, but I'm also trying to make it as equal as possible.
Although now that I've typed this neither will be able to go, but it was worth a try.
My parents will be home soon, so I'm going to fit in one more mosh pitting session to 'Cherry Bomb'.
Buh bye.
Beatles: To lead a better life I need my love to be here... Here, making each day of the year, changing my life with a wave of her hand. Nobody can deny that there's something there.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tiny Little Internet Drama Part II
Well well well...
Guess who's back everyone?
I haven't been on Parox's website much in the past month so I decided to check in today, and that was when the news hit me square in the face, causing me to bleed profusely and punch it back.
I signed in, and looked at the chat, where a message from an old friend waited:
Blackjack: hi
Well, it looks like the hat is on the other foot now!
Some of you may remember how back in February Blackjack vowed to never come back "EVER NEVER EVER!" and with that she disappeared for months.
I admit, I didn't think she would make it this long, but still, she could have made it a bit longer I think.
The other part was that her cronies (Chloe and Buttercup) said they wouldn't be back either, but they were back 48 hours after they ran off.
So its impressive that she made it this long.
But it does breed the question: if she made it this long, why is she back?
I have several theories about this.
1) Her website (which is frankly kinda lame) is failing.
2)I hear she just went through a breakup, so maybe she feels the need for some nostalgic hate from half the site.
3)She just plain caved.
I personally have no idea why she would come back to a site where she has two friends, and only a few people who are nice to her so she'll stop talking IN CAPS LOCK, and where everyone else is just openly mean to her.
Its a mystery, but I suppose we'll need her to stick around long enough to find out, won't we?
Yes we will.
In which case, seeya later.
I know the posts are short, back off.
Beatles: If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true, and help me understand? Cuz I've been in love before, and I found that love was more than just holding hands.
Guess who's back everyone?
I haven't been on Parox's website much in the past month so I decided to check in today, and that was when the news hit me square in the face, causing me to bleed profusely and punch it back.
I signed in, and looked at the chat, where a message from an old friend waited:
Blackjack: hi
Well, it looks like the hat is on the other foot now!
Some of you may remember how back in February Blackjack vowed to never come back "EVER NEVER EVER!" and with that she disappeared for months.
I admit, I didn't think she would make it this long, but still, she could have made it a bit longer I think.
The other part was that her cronies (Chloe and Buttercup) said they wouldn't be back either, but they were back 48 hours after they ran off.
So its impressive that she made it this long.
But it does breed the question: if she made it this long, why is she back?
I have several theories about this.
1) Her website (which is frankly kinda lame) is failing.
2)I hear she just went through a breakup, so maybe she feels the need for some nostalgic hate from half the site.
3)She just plain caved.
I personally have no idea why she would come back to a site where she has two friends, and only a few people who are nice to her so she'll stop talking IN CAPS LOCK, and where everyone else is just openly mean to her.
Its a mystery, but I suppose we'll need her to stick around long enough to find out, won't we?
Yes we will.
In which case, seeya later.
I know the posts are short, back off.
Beatles: If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true, and help me understand? Cuz I've been in love before, and I found that love was more than just holding hands.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Bus Stop
There hasn't been much to talk about lately.
Luckily for you I had an experience on the bus today that I've been thinking over for quite some time.
On the bus today I was sitting with The Trumpet, D, Maanda, Soapy, and HWAF (Hits with a fist).
All was going well until HWAF started in on Panda.
"Shes such a bitch, freshman bitch, she thinks shes smart and everyone else is dumb".
I could tell D was feeling awkward because he and Panda are close.
I started to feel it after HWAF started in on a girl in my track, called Sleepy.
"I was walking in the hallway today, having a really intense conversation with my friend and she just comes in the middle of us, and she BUMPS me. Then she's all like "Sorry", and I'm like "Watch where the fuck you're going" and she says "So-ree" and my friend is like "She can't help it, look at how BIG her ASS is!" and I say "Thats mean", but she's still a bitch."
That was when I started feeling awkward.
Just wanted to tell you that.
Beatles: Nananananana nananana Hey Jude
Luckily for you I had an experience on the bus today that I've been thinking over for quite some time.
On the bus today I was sitting with The Trumpet, D, Maanda, Soapy, and HWAF (Hits with a fist).
All was going well until HWAF started in on Panda.
"Shes such a bitch, freshman bitch, she thinks shes smart and everyone else is dumb".
I could tell D was feeling awkward because he and Panda are close.
I started to feel it after HWAF started in on a girl in my track, called Sleepy.
"I was walking in the hallway today, having a really intense conversation with my friend and she just comes in the middle of us, and she BUMPS me. Then she's all like "Sorry", and I'm like "Watch where the fuck you're going" and she says "So-ree" and my friend is like "She can't help it, look at how BIG her ASS is!" and I say "Thats mean", but she's still a bitch."
That was when I started feeling awkward.
Just wanted to tell you that.
Beatles: Nananananana nananana Hey Jude
Friday, March 26, 2010
The United States of Tara
Ladies and Jellybeans, we've been cleared for takeoff.
We'll arrive at the end of Spring Break in exactly one week.
There's nothing scheduled yet, but I'm thinking of going to a play that has some people I know in it tomorrow night.
Hopefully Parox can come but I keep forgetting that she never answers texts and her phone can't pick up calls....
Its all quite tragic really.
But I plow on.
Last night after I had realized my craving for tea, I realized I really DID need to find something interesting to watch.
And that's how I found my temporary favorite show (Psych is on break).
This show is the United States of Tara.
Its like Sybil, minus 13 personalities.
Its wonderful, I can now understand how Toni Collette won those awards, she's wonderful, and I insist you sit in front of your T.V and wait for it to come on.
I don't care how long it takes.
Just do it.
Now I've lost my train of thought because I've been sitting her watching Edgeplay for 22 minutes...
Good movies so far.
Seeya later.
Beatles: Got a good reason for taking the easy way out, Got a good reason for taking the easy way out - now, She was a day tripper, One way ticket, yeh, It took me so long to find out, and I found out.
We'll arrive at the end of Spring Break in exactly one week.
There's nothing scheduled yet, but I'm thinking of going to a play that has some people I know in it tomorrow night.
Hopefully Parox can come but I keep forgetting that she never answers texts and her phone can't pick up calls....
Its all quite tragic really.
But I plow on.
Last night after I had realized my craving for tea, I realized I really DID need to find something interesting to watch.
And that's how I found my temporary favorite show (Psych is on break).
This show is the United States of Tara.
Its like Sybil, minus 13 personalities.
Its wonderful, I can now understand how Toni Collette won those awards, she's wonderful, and I insist you sit in front of your T.V and wait for it to come on.
I don't care how long it takes.
Just do it.
Now I've lost my train of thought because I've been sitting her watching Edgeplay for 22 minutes...
Good movies so far.
Seeya later.
Beatles: Got a good reason for taking the easy way out, Got a good reason for taking the easy way out - now, She was a day tripper, One way ticket, yeh, It took me so long to find out, and I found out.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Wait Until Dark
Well, these have just been the two days outta hell...
Yesterday wasn't actually that bad, until I got home.
We had boring classes, but our teacher Mr. Deranged-y called me smarter than our old friend Sandy, which brightened my spirits increasingly. Afterwards we had the most boring day of Algebra in history, because all we did was go over our work.
After we had Biology, where we watched an episode of the amazing Meercat Manor.
Which everyone liked weirdly...
Then I come home and start work on my two projects, which was an Our Town image book (make our own production of Our Town) and the Rough Draft of my Swiss Reformation project.
It was all going swimmingly.
Our Town was finished up, and two hours after that Swiss Reform was finished. I was happy until I went into my email and tried to email my report to myself.
And that was when the fit hit the shan.
Because for whatever reason, everything I wrote was gone.
Well, crap.
Needless to say, I had a complete mental breakdown.
I stayed up a few extra hours doing Algebra and having insomnia, and so in the morning I didn't feel good at all.
I was overly tired and I was still depressed from the breakdown and my fear of going into class without the paper.
And that brings us to this morning.
I didn't go to school, and instead I stayed home and re-wrote my paper, got caught up on my World History notes, and tried to find some monologues for juries in a few months.
I went on a walk with my dad and wore green (St. Patrick's Day) and enjoyed the nice weather.
Then Dad went out and I went to the park for a while, and by the time I got back Mom was home.
A few hours later I was downstairs watching Wait Until Dark, which is an Audrey Hepburn movie that I've wanted to see for quite a while.
Now I'm done, and I'm going to see the end of this movie.
Bye.
Beatles: Ooo I need your love, babe guess you know it's true Hope you need my love babe just like I need you
Yesterday wasn't actually that bad, until I got home.
We had boring classes, but our teacher Mr. Deranged-y called me smarter than our old friend Sandy, which brightened my spirits increasingly. Afterwards we had the most boring day of Algebra in history, because all we did was go over our work.
After we had Biology, where we watched an episode of the amazing Meercat Manor.
Which everyone liked weirdly...
Then I come home and start work on my two projects, which was an Our Town image book (make our own production of Our Town) and the Rough Draft of my Swiss Reformation project.
It was all going swimmingly.
Our Town was finished up, and two hours after that Swiss Reform was finished. I was happy until I went into my email and tried to email my report to myself.
And that was when the fit hit the shan.
Because for whatever reason, everything I wrote was gone.
Well, crap.
Needless to say, I had a complete mental breakdown.
I stayed up a few extra hours doing Algebra and having insomnia, and so in the morning I didn't feel good at all.
I was overly tired and I was still depressed from the breakdown and my fear of going into class without the paper.
And that brings us to this morning.
I didn't go to school, and instead I stayed home and re-wrote my paper, got caught up on my World History notes, and tried to find some monologues for juries in a few months.
I went on a walk with my dad and wore green (St. Patrick's Day) and enjoyed the nice weather.
Then Dad went out and I went to the park for a while, and by the time I got back Mom was home.
A few hours later I was downstairs watching Wait Until Dark, which is an Audrey Hepburn movie that I've wanted to see for quite a while.
Now I'm done, and I'm going to see the end of this movie.
Bye.
Beatles: Ooo I need your love, babe guess you know it's true Hope you need my love babe just like I need you
Monday, March 8, 2010
Tales from Wonderland
Well, it seems like I haven't posted in a while, but I've been busy and sleeping a lot more than usual, so that must have been a contributing factor.
So last Friday I went to the premier of Alice in Wonderland, featuring the gorgeous Johnny Depp, the beautiful Mia Wasikowska, the crazy Helena Bonham Carter, and the very white Anne Hathaway.
I went with Ravyn, Panda, GuitarHero, Dopey, and Fissy.
4 of those five went in costume, while Dopey and I stayed defiantly in our normal clothes.
Which in hindsight, was not a good idea.
Because at the movies I always have to get Buncha Crunch, its all I care about. And I made that mistake, because I love chocolate, and chocolate loves to crap all over my clothes.
So I went into the theatre all clean, then I left looking like someone had crapped and spread it all over my clothes.
The worst part?
Wasn't my shirt.
It was my sisters.
Screwed much?
You'd be correct.
But we saw the movie, and it was really great on that night, then the next day I found I really didn't like it that much.
There was a lot of special effects and great costumes and acting, but there was something missing, which I still can't quite place.
Its like a really nice looking dessert, but when you finally eat it, it tastes really bland and colorless.
I still like it though, just not love it.
NOW.
Onto the biggest night in my year!
The Oscars.
I was happy to say the least, that Avatar didn't win best picture.
And its not because of the Flashy Special effects or because its a James Cameron movie, I just don't like movies that get all the hype and are just expected to win a lot of awards, it annoys me.
I was glad that Kathryn Bigelow won for Best Director, first female recipient.
Very good.
Ben Stiller was very funny, everyone was. I kinda wanted Clooney to win Best Actor, but I'll get over it.
Everything else was fine, I wanted Meryl Streep for Best Actress so badly though...
I will NOT get over that.
Beatles: You'll never know how much I really love you, You'll never know how much I really care, Listen, do you want to know a secret, Do you promise not to tel, Whoa . . . . . Closer let me whisper in your ear, Say the words you long to hear, I'm in love with you, oo . . . . .
So last Friday I went to the premier of Alice in Wonderland, featuring the gorgeous Johnny Depp, the beautiful Mia Wasikowska, the crazy Helena Bonham Carter, and the very white Anne Hathaway.
I went with Ravyn, Panda, GuitarHero, Dopey, and Fissy.
4 of those five went in costume, while Dopey and I stayed defiantly in our normal clothes.
Which in hindsight, was not a good idea.
Because at the movies I always have to get Buncha Crunch, its all I care about. And I made that mistake, because I love chocolate, and chocolate loves to crap all over my clothes.
So I went into the theatre all clean, then I left looking like someone had crapped and spread it all over my clothes.
The worst part?
Wasn't my shirt.
It was my sisters.
Screwed much?
You'd be correct.
But we saw the movie, and it was really great on that night, then the next day I found I really didn't like it that much.
There was a lot of special effects and great costumes and acting, but there was something missing, which I still can't quite place.
Its like a really nice looking dessert, but when you finally eat it, it tastes really bland and colorless.
I still like it though, just not love it.
NOW.
Onto the biggest night in my year!
The Oscars.
I was happy to say the least, that Avatar didn't win best picture.
And its not because of the Flashy Special effects or because its a James Cameron movie, I just don't like movies that get all the hype and are just expected to win a lot of awards, it annoys me.
I was glad that Kathryn Bigelow won for Best Director, first female recipient.
Very good.
Ben Stiller was very funny, everyone was. I kinda wanted Clooney to win Best Actor, but I'll get over it.
Everything else was fine, I wanted Meryl Streep for Best Actress so badly though...
I will NOT get over that.
Beatles: You'll never know how much I really love you, You'll never know how much I really care, Listen, do you want to know a secret, Do you promise not to tel, Whoa . . . . . Closer let me whisper in your ear, Say the words you long to hear, I'm in love with you, oo . . . . .
Monday, March 1, 2010
The Panda Dance
Well, my minions, unless you are either grotesquely unintelligent or do not live in this country, you will be aware of the fact that yesterday was Sunday.
And here was my Day:
I made cupcakes.
Original, I know.
Just call me Julia.
They were Carrot cake with Cream cheese frosting. I made twenty-four, and today at exactly 5:00, they are all gone.
Yeah, that's right. I am Rachel, Julia, Gordon, Martha, and....everyone.
Then I packed some up and went over to Panda's house, with GuitarHero in tow.
There, it was full on American Psycho invasion.
For those of you unfortunate enough to not know what American Psycho is, here's a quick summary:
Patrick Bateman is American, and he's a psycho. He kills people with an axe in the face.
And that's about it.
Oh, he's a yuppie too.
Some people will tell you to read the book, or even, to see the movie.
Listen to me very carefully right now.
Are you listening?
Okay.
DON'T DO THIS
No bull crap, you don't wanna know what this guy did.
There are rats, and chainsaws, and axes, and I don't wish that book on anyone.
Because I'm pretty sure it would be Ted Bundy's favorite book.
Anyways, we watched it. Laughed at Luis, cowered from Patrick, and rolled our eyes at Evelyn.
Then, because I had the book on me, we read the Luis and Patrick sections, very dramatically and over theatrically.
Afterwards, we tormented people on the Internet, and discussed why so many people hate Abba.
Then we had Penne pasta and bread for dinner, with rhubarb bars as a dessert.
It was a playful but mysterious little dish...
Not really, but still yummy.
Then GuitarHero's mom picked us up and we got lost in Spanish land.
We quickly regained our composure and I was dropped off at my house, where I watched Desperate Housewives before going to bed.
Because I can.
Oh, and on Friday Ela and Parox came over for American Psycho-ness.
Ela liked it, but I believe Parox was disturbed by the image of Christian Bale running down the hall of a swanky apartment building, wearing nothing but white tennis shoes, wielding a chainsaw and covered in blood.
I thought it was kinda funny.
But only because its HIM.
Christian Bale being Christian Bale.
Beatles: I once had a girl, Or should I say She once had me. She showed me her room, Isn't it good? Norwegian wood.
And here was my Day:
I made cupcakes.
Original, I know.
Just call me Julia.
They were Carrot cake with Cream cheese frosting. I made twenty-four, and today at exactly 5:00, they are all gone.
Yeah, that's right. I am Rachel, Julia, Gordon, Martha, and....everyone.
Then I packed some up and went over to Panda's house, with GuitarHero in tow.
There, it was full on American Psycho invasion.
For those of you unfortunate enough to not know what American Psycho is, here's a quick summary:
Patrick Bateman is American, and he's a psycho. He kills people with an axe in the face.
And that's about it.
Oh, he's a yuppie too.
Some people will tell you to read the book, or even, to see the movie.
Listen to me very carefully right now.
Are you listening?
Okay.
DON'T DO THIS
No bull crap, you don't wanna know what this guy did.
There are rats, and chainsaws, and axes, and I don't wish that book on anyone.
Because I'm pretty sure it would be Ted Bundy's favorite book.
Anyways, we watched it. Laughed at Luis, cowered from Patrick, and rolled our eyes at Evelyn.
Then, because I had the book on me, we read the Luis and Patrick sections, very dramatically and over theatrically.
Afterwards, we tormented people on the Internet, and discussed why so many people hate Abba.
Then we had Penne pasta and bread for dinner, with rhubarb bars as a dessert.
It was a playful but mysterious little dish...
Not really, but still yummy.
Then GuitarHero's mom picked us up and we got lost in Spanish land.
We quickly regained our composure and I was dropped off at my house, where I watched Desperate Housewives before going to bed.
Because I can.
Oh, and on Friday Ela and Parox came over for American Psycho-ness.
Ela liked it, but I believe Parox was disturbed by the image of Christian Bale running down the hall of a swanky apartment building, wearing nothing but white tennis shoes, wielding a chainsaw and covered in blood.
I thought it was kinda funny.
But only because its HIM.
Christian Bale being Christian Bale.
Beatles: I once had a girl, Or should I say She once had me. She showed me her room, Isn't it good? Norwegian wood.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Our Town
Today in our Play Reading class we read one of the most depressing non-Shakespeare plays that I've ever read.
That play was Our Town.
For the first two acts it was very dull, because Thornton Wilder wrote in the style of basically everyday life performed on a stage.
I liked the idea of it. Everyday life on the stage, but it could get a little dull, because there are no props, no backdrop or scenery, and since it was 1912 the costumes were very simply stylized. It was simple to the point where it got boring and shiny objects would catch my attention.
But during the Third act, which was very short, everything took another turn, every ones heads shot up.
Here's the outline of the third act:
Our main character Emily has died in child birth and is buried, she then takes her place among the towns dead. She becomes hysterical, and our omniscient narrator offers her the chance to go back to one day, the least important day she could think of. Despite the pleadings from her fellow dead, she returns to her hometown of Grover's Corners, where she walks into her house, seeing her mother making breakfast and her father ambling around the house, she is sadly elated, but her happiness is diminished when her mother won't look at her. Emily begins to cry as she screams at her mothers back to look at her.
She then asks the narrator to take her back to her grave, where she is consoled the dead. Her husband George enters the cemetery and lays down at Emily's grave. Emily looks at him, and turns to Georges mother, who had died the year before, and asks her; "Mother Gibbs, they don't understand do they?" Mother Gibbs replies; "No dear, they don't understand"
And that's how it ends.
I hated the play until the last act.
It was...it was just indescribable. The acting was brilliant, and the thinking behind that act was indescribable.
The idea that we DON'T understand. We don't understand death, and we understand very little of life.
We don't understand death in the way that we believe it to be a sad event, and that's it. In more emotional terms, death can only be fully understood by people who are dead, they go to the cemetery after they die to forget, and if you return you will only find sadness for what you had. Emily puts it this way after she returns from Grover's Corners:
Mother Gibbs: Were you happy?
Emily: No. i should have listened to you. That's all human beings are, just blind people.
There's also a line afterward spoken from the town Depressive; "That's the happy world you wanted to go back to, ignorance and blindness."
That's the world we live in. People going on the feelings of others. Walking on a cloud of ignorance, believing that we have a million years to go on until suddenly you're dead and you regret all your lost time.
What I find most intriguing is Emily's line to the narrator, which was; "Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"
The Narrator replies; "No. The Saints and Poets maybe, they do some"
We don't realize what it is to live until we're on the outside looking in.
It was painful for me to watch Emily scream at her mother to look at her, when her mother couldn't hear her.
It opened my eyes to how very little we look at each other. And if there's any truth to the play, we're lost.
Because without looking at each other, there is no true being. We can't truly appreciate each other without it.
And that's what motivates Emily to ask Mother Gibbs; "They don't understand do they?"
Its a very powerful ending.
And no, I'm not depressed, I'm just putting the act in perspective and...Internet soul searching? Yeah, that's it.
And my 'Change the font' button has now broke.
Dammit.
Beatles: Not guilty for getting in your way while you're trying to steal the day. Not guilty and I'm not here for the rest, I'm not trying to steal your vest. I am not trying to be smart, I only want what I can get.
That play was Our Town.
For the first two acts it was very dull, because Thornton Wilder wrote in the style of basically everyday life performed on a stage.
I liked the idea of it. Everyday life on the stage, but it could get a little dull, because there are no props, no backdrop or scenery, and since it was 1912 the costumes were very simply stylized. It was simple to the point where it got boring and shiny objects would catch my attention.
But during the Third act, which was very short, everything took another turn, every ones heads shot up.
Here's the outline of the third act:
Our main character Emily has died in child birth and is buried, she then takes her place among the towns dead. She becomes hysterical, and our omniscient narrator offers her the chance to go back to one day, the least important day she could think of. Despite the pleadings from her fellow dead, she returns to her hometown of Grover's Corners, where she walks into her house, seeing her mother making breakfast and her father ambling around the house, she is sadly elated, but her happiness is diminished when her mother won't look at her. Emily begins to cry as she screams at her mothers back to look at her.
She then asks the narrator to take her back to her grave, where she is consoled the dead. Her husband George enters the cemetery and lays down at Emily's grave. Emily looks at him, and turns to Georges mother, who had died the year before, and asks her; "Mother Gibbs, they don't understand do they?" Mother Gibbs replies; "No dear, they don't understand"
And that's how it ends.
I hated the play until the last act.
It was...it was just indescribable. The acting was brilliant, and the thinking behind that act was indescribable.
The idea that we DON'T understand. We don't understand death, and we understand very little of life.
We don't understand death in the way that we believe it to be a sad event, and that's it. In more emotional terms, death can only be fully understood by people who are dead, they go to the cemetery after they die to forget, and if you return you will only find sadness for what you had. Emily puts it this way after she returns from Grover's Corners:
Mother Gibbs: Were you happy?
Emily: No. i should have listened to you. That's all human beings are, just blind people.
There's also a line afterward spoken from the town Depressive; "That's the happy world you wanted to go back to, ignorance and blindness."
That's the world we live in. People going on the feelings of others. Walking on a cloud of ignorance, believing that we have a million years to go on until suddenly you're dead and you regret all your lost time.
What I find most intriguing is Emily's line to the narrator, which was; "Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"
The Narrator replies; "No. The Saints and Poets maybe, they do some"
We don't realize what it is to live until we're on the outside looking in.
It was painful for me to watch Emily scream at her mother to look at her, when her mother couldn't hear her.
It opened my eyes to how very little we look at each other. And if there's any truth to the play, we're lost.
Because without looking at each other, there is no true being. We can't truly appreciate each other without it.
And that's what motivates Emily to ask Mother Gibbs; "They don't understand do they?"
Its a very powerful ending.
And no, I'm not depressed, I'm just putting the act in perspective and...Internet soul searching? Yeah, that's it.
And my 'Change the font' button has now broke.
Dammit.
Beatles: Not guilty for getting in your way while you're trying to steal the day. Not guilty and I'm not here for the rest, I'm not trying to steal your vest. I am not trying to be smart, I only want what I can get.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Public Service Announcement
We are now venturing into the realm of either certain death or the grave possibility of certain death.
And no, its not my sisters irritating/amusing high-pitched singing that I'm hearing as I type this, it is much worse.
In my World History class, that I love so well, and have mentioned several times in my last few posts, we have been given an impossible task.
We are to write an essay, although they did not use the word essay, they,oh so coyly, referred to it as a 'Research Assignment'.
They lie.
It is, in fact, an essay. My assigned topic is the Religious Reformation in Switzerland.
Needless to say, I have no idea what that is, I do however have an idea where it comes from, but its involved in the title, so it automatically doesn't count.
This is where I turn to you, my window.
My filthy, sin-ridden window that is daily greased with an incomprehensible oil of obscenities and swearing, that bring sorrowful tears to my corrupted face.....
..Hi.
Okay, here's my point, if you know anything about The Religious Reformation in Switzerland, please inform me, because I'd very much like to pass the class.
I'm not sure if there's anything else to say, so buh bye.
Beatles: Long distance information give me Memphis Tennessee. Try to find the party trying to get in touch with me. She would not leave her number but I know who placed the call. 'Cos my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall.
And no, its not my sisters irritating/amusing high-pitched singing that I'm hearing as I type this, it is much worse.
In my World History class, that I love so well, and have mentioned several times in my last few posts, we have been given an impossible task.
We are to write an essay, although they did not use the word essay, they,oh so coyly, referred to it as a 'Research Assignment'.
They lie.
It is, in fact, an essay. My assigned topic is the Religious Reformation in Switzerland.
Needless to say, I have no idea what that is, I do however have an idea where it comes from, but its involved in the title, so it automatically doesn't count.
This is where I turn to you, my window.
My filthy, sin-ridden window that is daily greased with an incomprehensible oil of obscenities and swearing, that bring sorrowful tears to my corrupted face.....
..Hi.
Okay, here's my point, if you know anything about The Religious Reformation in Switzerland, please inform me, because I'd very much like to pass the class.
I'm not sure if there's anything else to say, so buh bye.
Beatles: Long distance information give me Memphis Tennessee. Try to find the party trying to get in touch with me. She would not leave her number but I know who placed the call. 'Cos my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Vive Le Revolution!
Well, today was Revolution Day Numero Deux.
And boy was it satisfying...
Mrs. Vevle was talking about all the gruesome ways they executed people. I knew about the guillotine, and swords, pitchforks, what have you, but there is one style of execution I had never even PONDERED before.
That, my dear readers, would be; Death by stale Baguette.
That's right, they killed people with BREAD.
Baguettes are hard to rip apart in general, and imagining what they're like when they're a week old is like the equivalent of a baseball bat.
And I can't imagine beating someone to death with a loaf of bread would be a quick and painless death.
Much like killing someone with a butter knife....
Yuck.
And that's when Mrs. Vevle goes into her 'I'm going to mentally terrify you for the rest of your life' monologue. It went something like this:
"You live out in the countryside, and you have a small one-story house, you have a barn with a couple cows, and some chickens, and a horse if you're lucky. Your family is asleep on the floor, and you can hear the mob in the city. The noises are getting louder, and louder, and louder. You know that they're coming for you, the house next to yours is burned to the ground, you know what they want. Because if its not 'Vive Le Revolution!' you. Are. Dead. Its unacceptable, you are now an enemy of the revolution.
Now they're inside your house, and they're after your family, they're after your children. They are KILLING your children right in front of you. And its not quick and easy, they didn't always use swords, sometimes they would use rocks, and butter knives, and pitchforks."
I was disturbed, to say the least, but it was the best World History class ever, ever, ever, in the history of World History classes.
Short of Henry the eighth day....
Then in Lit. & Comp. we got to watch Act 1 of 'Romeo and Juliet', but not the version with Leonardo DiCaprio, the 60's version of it, with Olivia Hussey, who was also in that Christmas horror movie I mentioned 'Black Christmas'.
I liked it, for some odd reason. I regret to say however that, something in said play has swept the school like plague in England.
Its the line in R&J right when the play starts, when Sampson and Gregory bite their thumbs at the Montagues.
Now everyone is biting their thumbs at everyone and quoting the play.
All day its:
"Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?"
"I do bite my thumb, sir"
"But do you bite your thumb at US, sir?"
I love it, personally, but I really do wish people would say the line that comes right after that.
"You....Lie!"
Beatles: It's been a long long long time, How could I ever have lost you, When I loved you. It took a long long long time, Now I'm so happy I found you
And boy was it satisfying...
Mrs. Vevle was talking about all the gruesome ways they executed people. I knew about the guillotine, and swords, pitchforks, what have you, but there is one style of execution I had never even PONDERED before.
That, my dear readers, would be; Death by stale Baguette.
That's right, they killed people with BREAD.
Baguettes are hard to rip apart in general, and imagining what they're like when they're a week old is like the equivalent of a baseball bat.
And I can't imagine beating someone to death with a loaf of bread would be a quick and painless death.
Much like killing someone with a butter knife....
Yuck.
And that's when Mrs. Vevle goes into her 'I'm going to mentally terrify you for the rest of your life' monologue. It went something like this:
"You live out in the countryside, and you have a small one-story house, you have a barn with a couple cows, and some chickens, and a horse if you're lucky. Your family is asleep on the floor, and you can hear the mob in the city. The noises are getting louder, and louder, and louder. You know that they're coming for you, the house next to yours is burned to the ground, you know what they want. Because if its not 'Vive Le Revolution!' you. Are. Dead. Its unacceptable, you are now an enemy of the revolution.
Now they're inside your house, and they're after your family, they're after your children. They are KILLING your children right in front of you. And its not quick and easy, they didn't always use swords, sometimes they would use rocks, and butter knives, and pitchforks."
I was disturbed, to say the least, but it was the best World History class ever, ever, ever, in the history of World History classes.
Short of Henry the eighth day....
Then in Lit. & Comp. we got to watch Act 1 of 'Romeo and Juliet', but not the version with Leonardo DiCaprio, the 60's version of it, with Olivia Hussey, who was also in that Christmas horror movie I mentioned 'Black Christmas'.
I liked it, for some odd reason. I regret to say however that, something in said play has swept the school like plague in England.
Its the line in R&J right when the play starts, when Sampson and Gregory bite their thumbs at the Montagues.
Now everyone is biting their thumbs at everyone and quoting the play.
All day its:
"Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?"
"I do bite my thumb, sir"
"But do you bite your thumb at US, sir?"
I love it, personally, but I really do wish people would say the line that comes right after that.
"You....Lie!"
Beatles: It's been a long long long time, How could I ever have lost you, When I loved you. It took a long long long time, Now I'm so happy I found you
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tiny Little Internet Drama
I love life today, it was wonderful.
First I went to school and had a tiny breakdown, which I quickly recovered from, then had the best day of World History day ever.
French Revolution Day!
We finally reached all the gorey stuff in this semester, which is basically a Saw movie combined with a really boring lecture.
And. It. Rocks.
Guillotines, Radicalism, and staring at pictures of 'Liberty leads the People' for 90 minutes. It is the highest form of true American entertainment, not NASCAR, or a baseball game.
Instead it is World History with Ms. Vevle.
Then I went to Bruegers for lunch and bought a French Toast bagel, then I met up with Panda and GuitarHero, where we proceeded to walk to the Landmark Commons, where Ravyn (Kathryn) was waiting with a shoebox of money.
"Guys!" she called to us as we left the elevator. "You wanna donate to Haiti?"
Ravyn loves to help people, she's very nice. So I donated, and Panda donated, and GuitarHero was broke so he couldn't.
Afterwards was Algebra, which sucked, but it always does so its just mundane now. Then was my favorite class of the day, Lit. & Comp.
We're reading Romeo and Juliet, which is fantastic. I played the Nurse today...
Then I got home and logged onto the Internet, where I went to Parox's website, and on this website, there is a girl named BlackJack, who I dislike, and who recently started a site of her own.
Since that time, she has been advertising like crazy, which bothered everyone. Finally we told her to stop and she had a little tantrum and declared not to come back to the site 'NEVER EVER NEVER' again.
I loved it.
She annoyed me, she's gone.
Then today, her toadies Chloe and Buttercup declared 'You were so mean to Jackie! We're never coming back!'
I related it to spoiled kids running away from home.
I've had the time of my life....
Beatles:Well, I got a baby crazy for me Yeah, I got a baby won't let me be Wo, baby baby, Clarabella Baby baby, Clarabella Baby baby, wo wo, yeah uh
First I went to school and had a tiny breakdown, which I quickly recovered from, then had the best day of World History day ever.
French Revolution Day!
We finally reached all the gorey stuff in this semester, which is basically a Saw movie combined with a really boring lecture.
And. It. Rocks.
Guillotines, Radicalism, and staring at pictures of 'Liberty leads the People' for 90 minutes. It is the highest form of true American entertainment, not NASCAR, or a baseball game.
Instead it is World History with Ms. Vevle.
Then I went to Bruegers for lunch and bought a French Toast bagel, then I met up with Panda and GuitarHero, where we proceeded to walk to the Landmark Commons, where Ravyn (Kathryn) was waiting with a shoebox of money.
"Guys!" she called to us as we left the elevator. "You wanna donate to Haiti?"
Ravyn loves to help people, she's very nice. So I donated, and Panda donated, and GuitarHero was broke so he couldn't.
Afterwards was Algebra, which sucked, but it always does so its just mundane now. Then was my favorite class of the day, Lit. & Comp.
We're reading Romeo and Juliet, which is fantastic. I played the Nurse today...
Then I got home and logged onto the Internet, where I went to Parox's website, and on this website, there is a girl named BlackJack, who I dislike, and who recently started a site of her own.
Since that time, she has been advertising like crazy, which bothered everyone. Finally we told her to stop and she had a little tantrum and declared not to come back to the site 'NEVER EVER NEVER' again.
I loved it.
She annoyed me, she's gone.
Then today, her toadies Chloe and Buttercup declared 'You were so mean to Jackie! We're never coming back!'
I related it to spoiled kids running away from home.
I've had the time of my life....
Beatles:Well, I got a baby crazy for me Yeah, I got a baby won't let me be Wo, baby baby, Clarabella Baby baby, Clarabella Baby baby, wo wo, yeah uh
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Ripped to Shreds
There should be something to talk about but there isn't, besides Aunt Patty getting kicked out of the TCL Kitchen...
That was dreadful.
Those shmucks wouldn't know good cooking if it bit them in the pachenga (ass).
Although, this is Minnesota, where butter is a spice and gravy is a beverage, so good cooking is hard to find, and therefore those people with their nasally voices and their ugly black and white spotted outfits, wouldn't know.
Anyway, that's why I hate that show, because they don't know real talent.
Continuing on, I killed two birds with one stone this morning.
Well, actually it went more like; I threw the stone at the bird, who miraculously grew arms, threw it back at me, and as it flew through the air, it tripled to three times the size of my head, and it killed me instead.
Here's what happened:
In my acting class, our teacher Lucinda told us to walk through the room like we were moving through certain substances (Lava, Feathers, Molasses, etc.)
And when it came to lava, I did what I believed was appropriate, which is running around and screaming.
So, I figured it would be more entertaining if I tripped in burning lava, so I did.
Which in hindsight was not such a good idea.
Because when I tripped, the knee of my jeans ripped, sadly because I liked these jeans, and therefore revealing my knee, which was promptly skinned and turned into a hat.
Seriously, it still hurts now at 7:47 at night...
Sad.
And painful.
Secondly, I found out that I have been prominently featured in several Youtube videos, filmed by my friend Kathryn.
Some of them are a little embarrassing, as I am singing songs from the movie Anastasia in some of them, in others I am being hugged by random people, and in the other I am having a tickle fight with Darius (my high buddy).
I don't have a problem with it, just a little embarrassing.
Time for Algebra homework!
Beatles: Well, come on pretty baby, won't you walk with me? Come on, pretty baby, won't you talk with me? Come on pretty baby, give me one more chance. Try to save our romance! Slow down, baby, now you're movin' way too fast.
That was dreadful.
Those shmucks wouldn't know good cooking if it bit them in the pachenga (ass).
Although, this is Minnesota, where butter is a spice and gravy is a beverage, so good cooking is hard to find, and therefore those people with their nasally voices and their ugly black and white spotted outfits, wouldn't know.
Anyway, that's why I hate that show, because they don't know real talent.
Continuing on, I killed two birds with one stone this morning.
Well, actually it went more like; I threw the stone at the bird, who miraculously grew arms, threw it back at me, and as it flew through the air, it tripled to three times the size of my head, and it killed me instead.
Here's what happened:
In my acting class, our teacher Lucinda told us to walk through the room like we were moving through certain substances (Lava, Feathers, Molasses, etc.)
And when it came to lava, I did what I believed was appropriate, which is running around and screaming.
So, I figured it would be more entertaining if I tripped in burning lava, so I did.
Which in hindsight was not such a good idea.
Because when I tripped, the knee of my jeans ripped, sadly because I liked these jeans, and therefore revealing my knee, which was promptly skinned and turned into a hat.
Seriously, it still hurts now at 7:47 at night...
Sad.
And painful.
Secondly, I found out that I have been prominently featured in several Youtube videos, filmed by my friend Kathryn.
Some of them are a little embarrassing, as I am singing songs from the movie Anastasia in some of them, in others I am being hugged by random people, and in the other I am having a tickle fight with Darius (my high buddy).
I don't have a problem with it, just a little embarrassing.
Time for Algebra homework!
Beatles: Well, come on pretty baby, won't you walk with me? Come on, pretty baby, won't you talk with me? Come on pretty baby, give me one more chance. Try to save our romance! Slow down, baby, now you're movin' way too fast.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Guitar Gently Weeps...
Well, today was great.
I wore my sisters shirt to school today (looked good on me too), I ate pizza for lunch (delicious), I talked with friends from school (and had Jesus cookies), arranged to tutor Gina in World History if she helped me with Algebra (she talks a lot, but is nice) and sat with Dare on the bus.
The really interesting part comes when I get home.
I finished my homework and started to watch the amazing show "Friends" when suddenly my phone rang.
I checked and it was GuitarHero, so I answered. And get this:
For the past few months, he's been holding a special place in his heart for a guy whom shall be called Sandy (=P). And it finally paid off today when he asked GuitarHero to go to Target to get a new iPhone case.
Yay!
So he agreed and that was the last I heard of it.
Then tonight he called and was like "You've gotta help me"
I asked what was wrong and he said "Sandy ditched me, I have NO IDEA where I am"
So you can imagine how panicky I got.
I stayed on the phone with him non stop for 50 minutes. In those 50 minutes, he boarded a bus, a bus he had no idea where it went.
So we exchanged panicked asking for directions, if anything looked familiar, and our mutual hatred of Sandy.
Finally, after spending 40 minutes on a bus that as far as he knew, lead to nowhere, he got downtown. Where he got on a bus, and got home safe.
Needless to say, he might never talk to Sandy again, I may never talk to Sandy again...
Its not a good thing to do to someone,
On the up hand, he wants to chill this weekend.
It would be fun.
Beatles: Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC. Didn't get to bed last night. On the way the paper bag was on my knee. Man I had I dreadful flight. I'm back in the USSR. You don't know how lucky you lucky you are boy Back in the USSR.
I wore my sisters shirt to school today (looked good on me too), I ate pizza for lunch (delicious), I talked with friends from school (and had Jesus cookies), arranged to tutor Gina in World History if she helped me with Algebra (she talks a lot, but is nice) and sat with Dare on the bus.
The really interesting part comes when I get home.
I finished my homework and started to watch the amazing show "Friends" when suddenly my phone rang.
I checked and it was GuitarHero, so I answered. And get this:
For the past few months, he's been holding a special place in his heart for a guy whom shall be called Sandy (=P). And it finally paid off today when he asked GuitarHero to go to Target to get a new iPhone case.
Yay!
So he agreed and that was the last I heard of it.
Then tonight he called and was like "You've gotta help me"
I asked what was wrong and he said "Sandy ditched me, I have NO IDEA where I am"
So you can imagine how panicky I got.
I stayed on the phone with him non stop for 50 minutes. In those 50 minutes, he boarded a bus, a bus he had no idea where it went.
So we exchanged panicked asking for directions, if anything looked familiar, and our mutual hatred of Sandy.
Finally, after spending 40 minutes on a bus that as far as he knew, lead to nowhere, he got downtown. Where he got on a bus, and got home safe.
Needless to say, he might never talk to Sandy again, I may never talk to Sandy again...
Its not a good thing to do to someone,
On the up hand, he wants to chill this weekend.
It would be fun.
Beatles: Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC. Didn't get to bed last night. On the way the paper bag was on my knee. Man I had I dreadful flight. I'm back in the USSR. You don't know how lucky you lucky you are boy Back in the USSR.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Bowling for Carmelized Puff Corn
Heeeeeey, guess what I did?
Well, you can probably already see it, unless you're miraculously reading this in Braille.
Well, I've changed my layout again.
I wanted to go for a kind of bathroom motif, and I think its worked very well, wouldn't you say?
I say.
Yesterday I went bowling with GuitarHero, he won. We went up to the counter, and the fee was $15 and we only had $10. So we had to run to Korte's and search for an ATM, which we tried to conquer, but failed horribly.
We looked so pathetic that some guy, who upon first glance looked like a Redneck, gave a five dollars and said 'Usually they're pretty cheap'.
Not really.
So we had to run back to the bowling alley, and I'm pretty sure we gave the thirty people in there quite a show. Running into the bowling alley, hair wet from sleet and rain, brandishing a damp five dollar bill, and with our shoes and jeans soaking wet.
It was only afterwards that we realized that when we walked in, the guy had told us it was only 10 dollars....
Curious.
Then we decided to take the bus back to my house. But after 30 seconds of waiting, we got bored and decided to walk. Which was fun....
Sort of. It was still raining sleet but the conversation was nice.
We were a block from my house when we saw the bus.
Dammit.
So we consoled ourselves with Twinkies and Caramel Puff Corn, all made for the Winter Carnival Party my Parents throw every year.
He was supposed to go home at 6, but stayed until 10:00 for some reason. It was fun. We basically just looked at magazine ads and critiqued them for 8 hours.
Twas fun.
Vikings game today. Hope we win.
Finished 'Atonement' and it was beautiful. I started 'The Da Vinci Code' again.
I love that book.
Beatles: For I have got another girl, another girl, You're making me say that I've got nobody but you, But as from today I've got somebody that's new, I ain't no fool and I don't take what I don't want, For I have got another girl, another girl.
Well, you can probably already see it, unless you're miraculously reading this in Braille.
Well, I've changed my layout again.
I wanted to go for a kind of bathroom motif, and I think its worked very well, wouldn't you say?
I say.
Yesterday I went bowling with GuitarHero, he won. We went up to the counter, and the fee was $15 and we only had $10. So we had to run to Korte's and search for an ATM, which we tried to conquer, but failed horribly.
We looked so pathetic that some guy, who upon first glance looked like a Redneck, gave a five dollars and said 'Usually they're pretty cheap'.
Not really.
So we had to run back to the bowling alley, and I'm pretty sure we gave the thirty people in there quite a show. Running into the bowling alley, hair wet from sleet and rain, brandishing a damp five dollar bill, and with our shoes and jeans soaking wet.
It was only afterwards that we realized that when we walked in, the guy had told us it was only 10 dollars....
Curious.
Then we decided to take the bus back to my house. But after 30 seconds of waiting, we got bored and decided to walk. Which was fun....
Sort of. It was still raining sleet but the conversation was nice.
We were a block from my house when we saw the bus.
Dammit.
So we consoled ourselves with Twinkies and Caramel Puff Corn, all made for the Winter Carnival Party my Parents throw every year.
He was supposed to go home at 6, but stayed until 10:00 for some reason. It was fun. We basically just looked at magazine ads and critiqued them for 8 hours.
Twas fun.
Vikings game today. Hope we win.
Finished 'Atonement' and it was beautiful. I started 'The Da Vinci Code' again.
I love that book.
Beatles: For I have got another girl, another girl, You're making me say that I've got nobody but you, But as from today I've got somebody that's new, I ain't no fool and I don't take what I don't want, For I have got another girl, another girl.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Just Here...Hello
There has been alot of murder and alot of intrigue.....
Increasingly this week.
It was a good week. Rehearsals began.
I like the cast, the script, and my character. Its a very funny play, but its ending is very tragic.
I like it mostly because most of my lines are shout-y lines.
I'm a gym coach.
Ironic as all hell ain't it?
Yes it is, but as long as there is yelling and candy involved, it is all going to be okay, poppet.
And, on Friday the super secret plan I couldn't even mention here went off alright.
The super secret plan was a surprise party for Parox's birthday.
And it worked.
Ela and I waited at the bus stop for her bus to come. And when it came, we played 'I get High with a Little help from my Friends' by El Beatles, and hopped up and down screaming while waving pre-prepared signs.
And it actually worked.
We talked, ate cake, watched movies, laughed at each other, hit each other, hated each other, loved each other, and then went to bed.
Then yesterday I was really tired cuz I went to bed at 3 the night before.
Now today, it is 11:45, and my parents went out to watch the game, Buzz is coming at 3, and I'm watching The Golden Globes tonight.
Pretty boring, but nice.
That's about it for now, Bon Appetit!
Beatles: Little child, little child, Little child, won't you dance with me? I'm so sad and lonely, Baby take a chance with me. Little child, little child, Little child, won't you dance with me? I'm so sad and lonely, Baby take a chance with me.
Increasingly this week.
It was a good week. Rehearsals began.
I like the cast, the script, and my character. Its a very funny play, but its ending is very tragic.
I like it mostly because most of my lines are shout-y lines.
I'm a gym coach.
Ironic as all hell ain't it?
Yes it is, but as long as there is yelling and candy involved, it is all going to be okay, poppet.
And, on Friday the super secret plan I couldn't even mention here went off alright.
The super secret plan was a surprise party for Parox's birthday.
And it worked.
Ela and I waited at the bus stop for her bus to come. And when it came, we played 'I get High with a Little help from my Friends' by El Beatles, and hopped up and down screaming while waving pre-prepared signs.
And it actually worked.
We talked, ate cake, watched movies, laughed at each other, hit each other, hated each other, loved each other, and then went to bed.
Then yesterday I was really tired cuz I went to bed at 3 the night before.
Now today, it is 11:45, and my parents went out to watch the game, Buzz is coming at 3, and I'm watching The Golden Globes tonight.
Pretty boring, but nice.
That's about it for now, Bon Appetit!
Beatles: Little child, little child, Little child, won't you dance with me? I'm so sad and lonely, Baby take a chance with me. Little child, little child, Little child, won't you dance with me? I'm so sad and lonely, Baby take a chance with me.
Monday, January 11, 2010
OCD Monday
I'm tired.
I think it may now be a lifelong curse for me to wake up at 6:30 in the morning...
But I cleaned the basement, so now it smells like Febreeze.
Charming.
I have no idea what to do, this is my last day before my rehearsals begin and I don't even know what I'm doing.
Wait, I know what I'm doing, I'm trying to get money!
I have ONE dollar in my wallet and that is not even close to what I need to acquire certain goodies....
Such as a book.
Such as a book entitled 'Bridget Jones Diary'.
I really want to read that book. I saw the movie and its one of my favorites, but I've never read the book and its my goal to purchase it and absorb its power so that I may live forever.
But I need the money and a way to get there, which is not a good combination in the same drink.
Continuing on, it is the best day of the week people!
OCD Monday!
Yes, yes, I know, odd name for a day of the week.
But it pertains to the lineup tonight. Tonight we watch Intervention and Hoarders.
I love those shows, these people are....
Wow.
Jeez.
I've seen Carla the Crack Addict and Harold the Hoarder, and I could watch those episodes all day long, because they are equally as tragic and hilarious as they sound.
Good shows, watch the reruns.
I also love the View.
I'm watching as we...type.
Gosh Barbara....
Elizabeth....
But Whoopi rocks, power to her!
Their squawking voices are giving me a headache, so I'mma go now.
Okay I love you, buh bye!
Beatles: The best things in life are free But you can tell me 'bout the birds and bees. Now gimme money THAT'S WHAT I WANT That's what I want THAT'S WHAT I WANT That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh, That's what I want.
I think it may now be a lifelong curse for me to wake up at 6:30 in the morning...
But I cleaned the basement, so now it smells like Febreeze.
Charming.
I have no idea what to do, this is my last day before my rehearsals begin and I don't even know what I'm doing.
Wait, I know what I'm doing, I'm trying to get money!
I have ONE dollar in my wallet and that is not even close to what I need to acquire certain goodies....
Such as a book.
Such as a book entitled 'Bridget Jones Diary'.
I really want to read that book. I saw the movie and its one of my favorites, but I've never read the book and its my goal to purchase it and absorb its power so that I may live forever.
But I need the money and a way to get there, which is not a good combination in the same drink.
Continuing on, it is the best day of the week people!
OCD Monday!
Yes, yes, I know, odd name for a day of the week.
But it pertains to the lineup tonight. Tonight we watch Intervention and Hoarders.
I love those shows, these people are....
Wow.
Jeez.
I've seen Carla the Crack Addict and Harold the Hoarder, and I could watch those episodes all day long, because they are equally as tragic and hilarious as they sound.
Good shows, watch the reruns.
I also love the View.
I'm watching as we...type.
Gosh Barbara....
Elizabeth....
But Whoopi rocks, power to her!
Their squawking voices are giving me a headache, so I'mma go now.
Okay I love you, buh bye!
Beatles: The best things in life are free But you can tell me 'bout the birds and bees. Now gimme money THAT'S WHAT I WANT That's what I want THAT'S WHAT I WANT That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh, That's what I want.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
The Stupid Week
Its finally come.
The week before J-Term begins.
This week we do absolutely nothing but study for and take finals. I had my Biology final last week, and I thought it went well....
I came off that cloud pretty fast today.
D+
Well oopsie daisy....
I took my Lit. & Comp. final yesterday, which I thought went well, but as you can see, my definition of 'Went Well' sometimes doesn't go well at all.
We have finals in all our academic classes, and our Theatre classes we don't really do anything. We can study or we can play games.
Our Artistry teacher Genevieve calls it the Stupid Week.
I basically just want to get this week done so rehearsals can start, I found out two girls in my track are in the show. Itchy and Scratchy.
Also, as a personal note, in Biology we just watched an amazing movie, called Gattaca.
It is a movie about a controversial subject, which is the engineering of children. It is an amazing and thought rendering movie, and I insist you see it right this minute.
It almost made me cry at the end.
But I didn't. No finals tomorrow, so I'm going to try and find someone to bother.
By the way, Ela, I need to talk to you and Lotus about the you-know-what.
Kay bye.
Oh, but if Nostradamus is right and the world ends tomorrow....
Seeya.
Beatles: I-I saw a girl in my dreams and so it seems that I will love her. Oh you, you are that girl in my dreams and so it seems that I will love you. And I waited for your kiss, waited for the bliss like dreamers do.
The week before J-Term begins.
This week we do absolutely nothing but study for and take finals. I had my Biology final last week, and I thought it went well....
I came off that cloud pretty fast today.
D+
Well oopsie daisy....
I took my Lit. & Comp. final yesterday, which I thought went well, but as you can see, my definition of 'Went Well' sometimes doesn't go well at all.
We have finals in all our academic classes, and our Theatre classes we don't really do anything. We can study or we can play games.
Our Artistry teacher Genevieve calls it the Stupid Week.
I basically just want to get this week done so rehearsals can start, I found out two girls in my track are in the show. Itchy and Scratchy.
Also, as a personal note, in Biology we just watched an amazing movie, called Gattaca.
It is a movie about a controversial subject, which is the engineering of children. It is an amazing and thought rendering movie, and I insist you see it right this minute.
It almost made me cry at the end.
But I didn't. No finals tomorrow, so I'm going to try and find someone to bother.
By the way, Ela, I need to talk to you and Lotus about the you-know-what.
Kay bye.
Oh, but if Nostradamus is right and the world ends tomorrow....
Seeya.
Beatles: I-I saw a girl in my dreams and so it seems that I will love her. Oh you, you are that girl in my dreams and so it seems that I will love you. And I waited for your kiss, waited for the bliss like dreamers do.
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