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Whilst shopping with Miya and Nobu Saturday – fun but we got almost nothing done regarding our AP Human project – I suddenly felt like listing things that make me happy on my blog. I know, I’ve done this before, but that list was definitely incomplete. Here are a few more things that have recently made me happy.
1. Ironing. Goodness this is one thing that makes me want to become a 50’s housewife, women’s rights or not. Actually, if I actually think that statement through there is something seriously wrong with it. Ironing caters to my OCD and my love of spraying water with my fingers.
2. Ugly flower prints. I saw plenty of these at Forever 21, and it was while I gazed at Miya punching a mannequin’s ugly flower-print skirt-covered plastic behind when I realized where my desire for an ugly floral armchair comes from. When I was little I read a picture book about a girl whose family goes shopping for a new armchair. They finally settle on this red rose-patterned ugly thing, and her mother loves it. I think they were Mexican. Does anyone recognize this?
Speaking of books that have escaped my memory, has anyone read a book about bees? Not The Secret Life of Bees, but in this book the bees are the characters, like they have conversations and stuff. I read it after waking up from a nasty nightmare.
Oh! I googled it. It’s called A Chair for My Mother by Vera B. Williams. I remember always thinking, “God. Is that Vera B. Williams again? She writes every picture book from ‘Reading Rainbow’”.
Dang, there are all these books I have forgotten.
3. Trying on the ugliest clothes in the store for fun. Unfortunately I don’t have any pictures. Most people go to Windsor with their friends and try on the most elaborate, beautiful dresses. I tried on a grayish fish-smelling maxi dress, strapless blue gingham dress, zebra-print electric blue swim shorts, a denim jumper, and a rainbow plaid skirt. Good god.
4. Magazines. When a magazine page is made well, I actually get excited to read it.
5. Interpretive dances set to classical music. It makes for a very humorous scene, at the very least. It’s also a great workout.
6. Pretending you’re going to wake up early tomorrow and do yoga. Makes one feel accomplished. Gives one the feeling of being hip. You don’t say…
7. Meeting someone who is just amazing. Not a guy, but when you meet a new friend or when you look at your friends and realize they are amazing people, it’s makes you happy and want to hang out with them even more.
Gosh, these explanations are getting shorter and shorter. I’ll just stop here since I’m grasping for ideas now. Let’s skip ahead to tonight’s French Club Banquet. I had some fun, but some stuff happened that gave me things to complain about here.
One thing that irks me about some people is their split personalities. They are, in a sense, bipolar. Not actually, but some days they’re your best friend and others they are just real fattehs. Please, I’d rather you make up your mind.
We were sitting at the same table as KarateTetherballGirl and eventually we became too uncool for her attention. And she turned to the one person who would happily gossip with her about her “drama-filled” life. She seemed really thrilled to have drama in her life. Really thrilled, because she said so herself in a very awe-filled voice.
One thing I couldn’t understand was how talking about everyone you know is more fun than making gay “Twilight” references and laughing about forgetting your parent’s anniversaries.
Another thing that irks me is when people have sticks up their asses. There are three types of stickuptheirass people. The first is like William Turner, and I’ve yet to meet another like him. Since he’s fictional I never really get annoyed at him. Yeah, I yell at the screen but I’m never annoyed from the gut. I don’t know if this makes sense. The next kind is like – what was her pseudonym – my French class partner. Where they never really learned to let go and have fun. And they’re hesitant but sometimes you can have a lot of fun saying the most ridiculous things around them. The last kind is like KarateTetherballGirl. The kind who goes through life doing a lot of looking at people and then turning back to their buddy and saying, “Anyway…” or “Okay…”
The ones who savor being “the only sane ones at the table”. The ones who wouldn’t have fun if you dropped them in a field with their friends.
I take that back. They’d have fun sitting in the corner and talking about the guys at school. And no one would stop them from being put in the corner.
She was mad because one of her friends couldn’t make it to the banquet. Get over it and have fun with the people who are there, even if you don’t know them. Why not get to know them?
Enough bitterness. I had fun nonetheless. That rhymes a little bit. The food was delicious and just the right amount, so I’m content.
For MUSIC, here’s your Angry Asian Man update. It’s in limbo right now. In my head, being contemplated every day. If it doesn’t work out, I’m also planning a stop-motion. 
If it’s not made this summer, it will be made next year. Chances are it’s this summer.
Last night I watched “Outsourced”, which was like The World is Flat transcribed into dialogue while stuff happens to a white guy in India to demonstrate culture shock. It was a very obvious independent movie. I’m guessing it’s a debut film.
I also saw “The Duchess”, on which I have no thoughts except that I read the script during Oscar season and there’s a reason I don’t like watching movies with my mom sometimes. “Yuck! Is this movie for children? Yuck! Don’t look! You’re peeking!” Yes, Mother, because I like watching Keira Knightley’s bony back twist about in candlelight. Whatever you believe about whether she’s anorexic or not, one cannot deny the bonyness of her back.
Ooh. I just read this on MSN. “Everyday Lessons”.
“Watch all the movies by one actor or director
If you love movies, have your own personal film festival. Rent all the movies created by one director or about a place or that showcases one actress you love. Become an expert on the things you love.”
I guess I’m on my way to enjoying my life.
The creators of “Phineas and Ferb” said this:
“One thing I’d love to teach children is the fact that there is no right or wrong way to draw. Draw what makes you happy and never worry about somebody saying, ‘Oh, that isn’t a good drawing.’ There are so many, infinite drawing styles out there. Your work doesn’t have to look like it’s straight out of a comic book or straight out of an art book. As long as you’re expressing yourself and you’re getting a reaction, then that’s good.”
My Danny Boyle drawings are good. Hahaha.
I’d love to go interview everyone in the world right now. I’m sure everyone’s got something interesting to say. I used to hate personal stories because I thought they weren’t as magical as fiction. What a fatteh.
Whell then. Sayonara, Japanese goodbye. My sisters’ fish count is down to six.
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Alright, disgruntled reader. Here are the answers to your questions. Yes, Ernest is doing well. He has taken a sabbatical to camp, where is he isn’t allowed to bring electronics. It was a surprise from La Poo Poo. All together now, “Awwwwwww.” Secondly, you haven’t heard much about “Angry Asian Man” because not much has been going on. I’m waiting to see what kind of production this is going to end up being, because depending on whether some important people help or not it will either be amateurish or only somewhat amateurish. As for your birthday, huzzah! Happy Birthday!
Once more, with gusto.
Aww, look at little Suzy and Jack. And look at their cake that looks like it’s made of Hawaiian leis. Don’t they look so happy? Oh no, little Bobby is playing with fire! See how the girls admire him so because he’s dangerous. What a lovely scene. So even if no one did much at your real birthday, now little Suzy, Jack, Bobby and friends are forever celebrating your birthday online. They’ll never stop.
On top of that, MUSIC, I have posted here today for you, and now must continue to churn out substance for this post because this is way too short. Did you enjoy my deep/happy essay yesterday? I hadn’t realized it was so long.
I apologize if I sound confrontational, it comes with the face.
I’m putting off any development on any projects for the summer, aside from writing. I haven’t been writing for several days, but I’m starting again today with an old idea I had about robots and Mexican housecleaners. It doesn’t mean I’ve neglected other projects, I jump around from day to day depending on my mood. Idea-making is actually very prolific right now for me, I have about 50 ideas recorded.
Is everyone enjoying the recent string of happily maturing Grapes posts? That sounded like a tutorial on how to make wine.
Have I mentioned how much I love ironing? Miya, on our trailer I call ironing duties. It is a serious art.
As for writing, I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember, and I’m not using it as a white person phrase tossed in for effect. Aside from preschool memories, which are dominated by naptime and walking to my classroom, and before preschool, I cannot remember a time when I wasn’t writing. I did it for fun, which I thought was natural, but it turns out it’s not. Oops. Is it too conceited to say that sometimes I amaze myself? What I mean by this is that to see fifteen years, and to see all my experiences and surroundings culminate into a complex person is a marvel in itself. And if I ever got to know anyone as well as I know myself, I’d be wowed too.
Actually, before movies came along and swept me off my feet, I sometimes imagined I would become a writer. But there was that image of a person locked up alone in the attic, typing laboriously. It did not appeal to me, in addition to the fact that one does not earn a lot of money as a writer, generally. Look what I’m going after now – an even higher chance of starving.
So yes, it is a life goal of mine to publish a novel, and a children’s book. I used to want to be the youngest published novelist. Reading my old stuff, I really overestimated myself. I guess I never feel quite secure as a writer, because my ideas are always convoluted. With screenplays I can visualize the action and the angles, and my plots are usually simple themes I’d like to explore that I expand on as I write.
I’ve never completely abandoned writing though. Like my screenplays, I go back and randomly add to whatever I feel like, albeit not as often as screenplays. Maybe there’s excitement in thinking that I’ll soon be able to create this into live situations. With a book you send it into the publisher and you wait. With movies you can take the fate of your script into your own hands.
I’ve been thinking about how fun being a magazine editor would be. Maybe I’ll make one issue for fun. In fact, I’m writing the letter from the editor right now - it helps to plan out the issue. I know this isn’t how the real magazines do it, but whatever.
Tomorrow is the all-day conference for the career development class. I can’t wait, but the butterflies are churning just a little bit. We’ll get to talk about our careers, which is very exciting, because as you may have gathered I love talking about filmmaking. Then again, what public speaking event is complete without some nervousness?
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I’ve been thinking. Again? Yes, and I will be for hopefully the rest of my life, so suck it up if you want to read this blog. I know that every single post here says “I’ve realized” somewhere or other, and includes some profound epiphany that has blown my mind apart to smithereens but is really not that exciting. After all, haven’t all the old people already figured out what I’m figuring out right now?
It’s still mindblowing to me.
See, now I’ve forgotten what I just realized. The blue whale is returning to my mind. Get out, fatteh. The blue whale is what I see when I forget what I was about to say. No, I’m not crazy – once I wanted to tell fatherman some weird fact about blue whales but I forgot because someone else really wanted to speak instead, and all I could remember was the image of the blue whale in my head, but not the fact. It was really frustrating.
I used to be one of those people who wouldn’t let things go. Meaning, if a sentence didn’t make sense in a book, I’d reread it until my head was on the verge of exploding and all the words had started to look funny. Heck, I still do that. Other than that, if I had forgotten what I was about to say, I would rack my brains furiously until I could figure it out. And when this happened, I would also wonder if I would go on doing this for the rest of my life.
Oh yes. I’ve been optimistically contemplating my future, while at the same time keeping a bit of myself distantly skeptical. Dreams take money, believe it or not. And while you’ve all somewhat garnered that I love love love love love filmmaking, there are other things catching up. Like travel and teaching.
I wonder if all the kindergarteners who wanted to become teachers keep that dream somewhere when they grow up. I remember wanting to be like my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Fujikawa. She was a middle-aged white lady with neon red hair, a hue that gave it a plastic-y quality but kept it feathery at the same time. I’m sure my five-year-old mind filtered out the adult reasons behind her actions, but she was one of my favorite teachers. In fact, I’m just starting to realize that my memories of childhood may be inaccurate. Maybe I wasn’t as old soul as I thought. I mean, a toddler who sits down at Borders and begins to read aloud every picture book she can get her hands on in the middle of the stage/reading area can’t be that reserved, can she?
Anyway, I wanted to be just like Mrs. Fujikawa and be awesome to kids. All that jazz, real reasons why one should be a teacher. Today I don’t have any such ideal aspirations connected to teaching. I just want a classroom to decorate. Influencing people, I believe film can do a much better job with that.
Dare I share some of my other aspirations here? Why, sure, if you give me a cookie.
More than being a filmmaker, I’d like to be a person. God, such cheesiness again. But it’s true, and maybe blasphemous to people already in the film industry, that if I had to give up filmmaking or the opportunity to travel and really live my life, I’d take the latter. Filmmaking is part of living my life though, so it’s a bit of a tough choice.
I think a part of passion for film is to constantly be desiring it. If you get every movie you want ot make, you become too content and it becomes just a job. What would be interesting is if everyone were required to make one film, and that one was the only one they would ever make. Francis Ford Coppola’s been making a bunch of news with his new independent movies, one of which is “Tetro”. But I get what he’s saying when he says that he wants to return to amateur filmmaking. I love that he’s doing this, frankly.
What brought me to writing this post was, aside from procrastinating on my essay on the rise of independent film, is that I want to be someone who does things. That doesn’t necessarily include winning a Nobel Prize. You know those blogs you read, where they’re always going somewhere or doing some unconventional exciting project with their friends. That’s who I want to be. And even though I’ve always avoided my kitchen, I’m going to step into it this summer and learn to cook.
So I’ve planned out a few projects of my own, and a few goals, starting with this summer. I’m going to try photography, for one, and make time to read some fiction. I’m going to familiarize myself with famous directors, because it’s not cool to have never seen a Martin Scorsese movie. Then there’s the usual: exercise. I really get the feeling I’m going to pay for my lethargy later on in life. And while it is a little bit about weight and size, I’d like to build healthy habits and keep them going. How many overweight forty-year-old women have pledge this? My mother being one of them, unfortunately.
I feel so white saying this. A trip to Taiwan is long overdue. Not one where we do Buddhist chants for my late grandmother every Thursday, like last year, but one where I can see the entire country and maybe even get to know it better than my cousins who live there. Of course I’ll never beat them in familiarity, but maybe in having experienced more of it?
I wonder if over the years my entire family will have somehow ended up in the US and there will be no more of us in Taiwan. I know that some of my cousins plan to move to the United States later on, and it’s weird to think that in the future, when we probably no longer speak to each other, they’ll be here living through what I have my entire life.
So the big project I was talking about yesterday. Every week, a couple of friends and I will swap boxes filled with goodies – snacks, books, movies, clothes, whatever. Doesn’t that sound exciting? Yes. Yes it does.
What would suck would be for summer to end and for nothing to have happened. Keep me in check, fattehs.
A while back I felt like I had corrupted myself as I grew up. But I think that it’s the opposite now. Every time I get lazy as we’re unloading the car, something nudges me toward helping out. And now I do it. My conscience is stronger than ever, and yet I know when to let things go. I love growing up.
I think I’ve realized (there it is again) that I’m a romantic at heart. Ugh. Now if only that personality would transfer over to when I’m at school as well. I would miss the way I am currently, though. I feel a little bit genderless at school, like a little kid, which gives me the freedom to do stupid things and act like an idiot, but I do feel disregarded at times because of it. It’s like, I couldn’t tell Grapes that, she’d probably make a joke. Or, she wouldn’t understand.
Yes, occasionally, I would like to stop being the child in the group and have friendships like in those horrible chick flicks. Take my photos for instance. All anyone has of me is a creepy face. I am craving a good picture, but it’s weird posing for one.
I guess all of this can be summed into: I love being carefree, but I hate the patronization that comes with it from other people. And when it comes to having friendships, I’m tired of sitting at the kiddie table – having friendships that aren’t really rooted in any emotional bond, only the fact that we make each other laugh.
Okay, deep post over. What’s there to talk about now? Ah, yes. I love this blog more than my last one. Don’t go looking at it, those are the dark recesses of my past. Yuck.
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I had been looking forward to the “Sherlock Holmes” movie coming out this summer, so I leapt at seeing the trailer. Not the whooping funny-sounds-are-coming-out-of-my-mouth leap but a decent-sized one. After watching the trailer, my enthusiasm had dwindled to even lower proportions. Remember when I said that Sherlock Holmes seemed to be riding off of Jack Sparrow’s formula for success? Heroic scoundrel, unconventional, all that jazz. I thought maybe it was just my tendency to be biased regarding Jack Sparrow, but apparently I’m not the only one.
New York Magazine’s Vulture says, “It was no small letdown to watch this brand-new trailer for the movie, in which we learn that it’s simply your basic Jason Bourne-style actioner in which the titular hero battles ghosts and is played as a near relative of Captain Jack Sparrow who borrows clothes from Watson. Yawn!”
Moving on, there was a massive movie marathon at my house these past two days. I didn’t end up seeing “Star Trek” for monetary reasons – although I expect it’s awesomeness will dwindle on the small screen – but I did see several decent movies. Like “Bottle Shock”. I may have a bias toward indie movies as well, but I loved it immediately. It didn’t wow me like “Arizona Dream”, however, only gave me that heartwarming something’s-been-added-to-my-life feeling. Alan Rickman, you are so weird and your French sounds just as stilted as mine. I still don’t know whether I like you because you are an excellent actor or because you are in more than one Johnny Depp movie.
Speaking of six degrees, “City of Ember” gets kudos for casting Grandma Georgina, Smee, and Ragetti/Shujoy/Snoop Dogg. Grandma Georgina, it’s as if they plopped the same character in different movies with varying degrees of hair messiness. Other than that, “City of Ember” had good points (mainly Bill Murray) but was unfulfilling. Made me not want to read the book anymore. “Yes Man” similarly had good points, more so than “City of Ember”, but sometimes Jim Carrey would get a little overenthusiastic with the comedy. And I’m a little embarassed to admit that I’d have been a fan of Munchausen by Proxy.
Late reviews, I know. Then there was “What Just Happened”, the artsiest movie out of the four I saw today. Believe it or not, it was somewhat inspiring. I would have appreciated it more watching by myself, thanks to the lack of captions and scandalous notions, but I did like it. It’s one of those movies where you don’t see how good it is until it’s ended and you see the whole picture. I also hate how we spent ten minutes arguing about whether it was the real Bruce Willis.
I guess this is just a movie update then. Huzzah?
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My mom is in Vegas with our church. Tomorrow I’m going to see “Star Trek”. Just a few random notes I’m jotting down for future reference, when I’m sixty-five and having my youngest literate grandchild read this to me in an unnecessarily loud voice whilst I lounge in a rocker, not listening.
Suddenly, I am once more in a blogging mood. I’d like to churn out seven posts per minute, but much like Edward Scissorhands, I can’t. This urge probably stems from an inability to write my APHG essay on political geography in “The Terminal”, a movie which redeemed Tom Hanks in my mind. Not because I spent a large part of the movie spewing Raffa’s speech from Life in Cartoon Motion. Check it out, it’s a great album – my favorite. Haha that was not meant for Miya.
I disagree more and more with my dad’s life policies. Funny phrase, “life policies”. Maybe it’s because I’m growing up in the US. Heck, it probably is that reason. And that the Internet (unlimited stream of information) plus my I-need-a-life-because-I-read-encyclopedias-from-the-60’s-for-fun-at-six-years-old personality, has given me a more open mind. That made no sense whatsoever, and I will probably regret ever typing this out, but schwerp. More sound effects.
I think that while genetics do contribute to our personalities, environment and events shape us even more. Isn’t this a fundamental part of psychology? I wouldn’t know because I have yet to study it, but I do think about why people are the way they are a lot. And what goes into someone’s actions. That could be why history is so interesting to me, even if I am one of the few.
He’s been spewing one phrase in particular, about how we must always move forward. That means lectures when we try to watch the same movie twice, or read a book more than once. Come to think of it, he’s been saying that forever, especially when I read each “Harry Potter” book nonstop multiple times over.
Those old encyclopedias? He encouraged me to throw them away because they were outdated. He’s not the bad guy in my life. I think we just grew up differently. My grandparents worked hard for a living, in an LDC – DORKY USE OF APHG TERM – where my grandma and aunts made clothes. It was six kids, they lived in utilitarian fashion. Again, dorky use of English vocabulary. So my dad thinks everything must have direct purpose.
I guess I’m glad he turned out that way, because it’s given me a balance. I’m not sentimental to the point of saving everything, although I once was, but I don’t think everything needs to be practical.
By the way, have you ever touched your eyelid when your finger was really warm? It’s an incredible feeling. Yes, I just did that.
Didn’t feel like continuing my “rant”, so I waited until I lost my train of thought. And so I have.
Hello, how are you? I’m having one of those life-affirming days. Not sure what “life-affirming” means exactly (meaning I don’t have a dictionary definition), but it sounds right. I’ve got some great ideas for summer, and they’re not screenplay ideas. It’s a let’s-make-life-more-fun idea, and twill be revealed in due time.
Whell. I’m off to write my essay and my first screenplay-related writing in days. Sayonara, Japanese goodbye. Imagine my father singing that, because that’s how it’s meant to be.
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At the behest of my readers, “Angry Asian Man” updates will be continued. Although thanks to my teachers, who semi-lounge all year and cram three chapters in the last two weeks of school, there won’t be many of them. I’ve been on a writing hiatus because of school and I can’t wait for summer. Frankly, however, I’ll probably end up surfing the Internet all season and wondering where my time went when BAM junior year hits me in the nose and ruins my precious family heirloom.
I guess the changes I came up with in my state of fluffy-brain and foggy vision are pretty odd. I cringe just thinking about all the sunshine and butterflies in that post. That’s not to say I don’t still believe what I wrote.
Yesterday and today I ran into two of our old gang. God that sounds so white. No offense, white people. In fact, I represented you on Friday during International Day. And if anyone is familiar with our school, it is that white people need representation. We have many Asian children who think they are very white. Stop looking at me.
White people talk differently than Asian Americans. Like “our old gang”. How eloquent, as opposed to what I would say, “my old group of friends.” Stereotypical much, fatteh.
At any rate, twas a poopy group of friends and we have since kablammed. I like sound effects today. Kablammed meaning split up. And thank god, because when I was with them my life was like a bad preteen novel that pretends to know what being a teenager is like. Honestly it’s not the teenagers with the hormones it’s the preteens, when you don’t know much better. Teenagers don’t know much better either but it’s more than preteens. After all, what right minded teenager would blast “Shut Up” by Simple Plan really loud so that their mother could get the message?
I only know one person my age who has even the tiniest appreciation for Simple Plan, and she has a smelly dog and a foggy fish tank. The fish tank doesn’t bother me, because I can’t smell it. And it doesn’t eat my food. And it doesn’t snore during movies, and it doesn’t roll around the floor or tackle me out of nowhere. Most of all, its stench doesn’t sneak into my mouth when I’m pulling an all-nighter hundreds of feet away from it.
Out of the four of us, and we have moved away from the topic of the smelly dog, only two remain at my school. And although the one that remains still pleasantly annoys me with her stubborn ignorance, I am a fairly happy camper. There, another white person phrase. Does spice up the writing though, doesn’t it? Although I shouldn’t be one to talk, because I say fatteh and poop.
Saturday was the MUN conference at our school and old buddy number one was there. I snuck a glance at her feet in the poomps, excuse me, pumps, and they still look like tree bark. Sound bitter? Yes, I was. But as she walked across the floor I felt peace in my heart. God, I should stop taking my happy pills. I did not feel the urge to go up to her and rant about all the horror she’s ever done me from third to eighth grade. I did feel the urge to go and share my life plan with her, but I’d like to do that to everyone. It’s my favorite topic, what I plan to do, and that’s unfortunate for my sister, because she’s at the age when she doesn’t know at all and hates it when people ask her. I love to ask, because that leads to a discussion, and oh joy what fun blazooie.
Then real-fatteh said, “I like her.” And I immediately replied, “I don’t.” But I didn’t even mean it, I was in fact feeling nothing at the moment. It was left over from years of resenting her. Later she said hi to me and I just said hi back, as if I were trying to give away free bags of promotional flyers at a fair. Which I did, a couple weeks ago. That “hi” where your voice lights up and your eyes brighten and you smile like a flight attendant. Not meant to be artificial but not meant to be sincere either. It’s like, “I don’t know you but I wouldn’t mind getting to know you.”
But I’m glad that finally, I can see her and not get that feeling of “one day I will be famous and then you will see!” It just shows that I’ve got my priorities straight, and my motivations for wanting to be a filmmaker. The difference, I think, between my desire to be a filmmaker and my desire to be an actress is that the former is constant and the latter is sometimes only awakened when I’m acting, or when I read an interview with someone in a Johnny Depp movie and they describe how cool it is to work with him. Hopefully taking Theater Lab will help me figure that out.
Today at Wal-Mart I ran into the other one that moved to Houston, the one that introduced me to curse words and not wearing underwear. The latter I did not imitate, thank god. For the sake of all those who might accidentally have seen something. With this old buddy I never hated too much, except when I was her buddy.
It’s good that she introduced me to all those bad words, though, because having been her friend I’m a lot more lenient now. It’s contributed to my whatever, it’s your business attitude. Otherwise I would be screaming “Scandalous!” right and left, and meaning it.
After reading the fifty hundredth article on birth order, I’d just like to point out that not although some only children are loyal and lonely and nice and wonderful, I have only met two that were nice. Almost every person who has ever irritated me to no end was an only child. I think that siblings enhance imagination and creativity, rather than, as the article says, criticize and take away from it. When I think about having kids, and yes, it does happen, I’m a little bit afraid of having an only child. Parents mean well but it doesn’t always turn out as they expect. Then again, childbirth also scares the crap out of me so having a sucky kid versus tearing your vajayjay (LOOOOLLL) multiple times. Scandalous.
Look what I just dug up.
“Johnny Depp
No wonder heartthrob Depp has found himself called to the big-screen role of rebellious Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean—his great-great-great-great-great-grandfather William Depp was an early rebel as well, fighting against the British during the American Revolution.”
That’s not to say it’s true, because the author looked them all up on ancestry.com. Shame about his name, though. He’s welcome to the barbecue, nonetheless.
I would also like to announce that I can make the Star Trek sign now. But only with my left hand, and with some help at that. Woe is me.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: blog, celebration, fairies, fansites, film, hair, happy, Johnny Depp, math, optimism, polaroids, websites
The hazy feeling of old polaroids is back. I look outside my window and the flowers on that fat badly-shaped hedge in my backyard is much more pinker. It seems that even in my dazed inspiration, I can’t stay away from a good reference.
What am I trying to accomplish with this post? I guess I’m trying to recreate the feeling I get when I read the various design blogs I have favorited.
I began to wonder why film is never celebrated in that way on a blog. Budding designers revel online in their inspiration all the time – the only thing budding directors ever do is describe their grueling journey to get their films made. Aside from that, there are critic sites and imdb.com, but you know my feelings on the latter. Entertaining, but not nearly as accurate as a few Johnny Depp fansites that I know.
Which, I suppose, will be the primary purpose of this blog now. To celebrate cinema, among other things. Not to say I’ll be a film expert, just that hopefully I’ll be able to talk about movies in the way I wish everyone discussed movies.
And now I’ll just talk about the magical vision of summer I have, which I usually have before summer. That of free time and frolicking. Okay, before there wasn’t any frolicking. And I’d just like to add that I did not ingest any fairy apples or whatever before writing this post. Besides, I don’t believe in fa-CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP
Forget that.
Here’s something. I long to have my hair grow out until it is halfway down my back. Why? Because I want to be able to tie it up into ridiculous ponytails, and heck, just to have the feeling of hair over your shoulder. Short hair is cute, but that’s it. Cute or professional. Of course then I’d have to worry about whether or not to tie up my hair for job interviews and whatnot.
About to embark on the wonderful journey that is math. Honestly, math is just an annoying tollbooth in my day. I have to do math homework to move on to other things (ideally, although usually I sneak under the bridge and past it).
Oh joy. Hyperbolas. I’d much rather be talking about hyperbolies.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: AP testing, elitist, fish, high school, life, puberty, summer
My sister brought home eleven fish from the elementary school carnival and now they’re housed in the fish tank that used to be home to her old goldfish – the ones that slowly wasted away until one day my dad forgot to lower the temperature and their blood vessels exploded.
The new fish are pretty odd. They haven’t got names, except there’s one that always sits in the corner and never eats. What a mellow fellow. Today he finally left the corner. I call them all fatteh, and I love to feed them. What is this, a third grade essay?
AP’s are over, huzzah, now the fun hopefully begins. I’m trying to figure out how to make the most of all my remaining high school summers.
Goodness gracious, my posts have gotten shorter and shorter. I’m too consumed in screenplay ideas and twittering. Apologies, miss. It was not my place. That started out as Barbossa and ended as Elizabeth’s idiot maid.
I could tell you my summer plans, but I’m not sure anyone is interested in those.
It’s interesting to see my sister go through puberty. Not that I’m done with it, but I feel like I’m at least more than half-way through. Huzzah. And yet not, because as annoying as it is puberty is the most emotional time of your life. From here on out life is one great unwatered lawn.
I will now start a new paragraph to draw attention and pause to that great quote-like statement.
Occasionally I feel elitist, and I feel great joy from having tastes. It makes me happy to know that there is a list of favorite movies in my head to draw from, if ever the question is asked, and that I have a preference for children’s programming. I hate elitists, but sometimes I am one myself. Everyone is a hypocrite.
We briefly interrupt these deep musings to ask, “Do you ever have boogers fly involuntarily out of your nose?”
And with that lovely question, I end this painfully written blog.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: analyze, AP Human Geography, Australia, balance, blog, Cassie, concussion, death, dogs, Dragon Tales, fear, hormones, human nature, idiot, kangaroo, koala, meat, Natasha Richardson, Ord, Outback Steakhouse, PMS, present, Public Enemies, rant, sister, Star Trek, Sushi, teenager, twitter, Vegemite, vegetarian cookbook
AP Human is in two days. Am I afraid? Not really, ask me again when the day comes. I’ll be freaking out and wanting to die.
Human nature is so strange. I find it fascinating that within less than a day someone can be completely different, unable to remember how they felt just an hour ago.
My sister is beginning her “hormonal” stage. And because I’ve been unbelievably happy for a year, I can’t remember how it feels to feel like a failure. By the transitive property, I’m not very comforting.
There’s really nothing to blog about. There’s an hour by hour commentary of my thoughts running on twitter, but there’s really nothing that angers or upsets me enough to be ranted about in a full-length post.
Although my dad did annoy me a bit today.
But that’s not what you’re here for. What are you here for?
I’m racking my brains for something to blog about. Nope. Wow…let’s analyze this situation dorkily. But first, I dare you to define analyze.
Analyze: to take apart and examine each individual part. Correct!
I’m so happy that I have encountered blogger’s block. Guh, I just invented one of those nasty invented phrases.
Definitely! I wish, I wish, to use this rhyme, to go back home until next time. I used to hate “Dragon Tales”. I thought Ord was a fatteh, which he was, and Cassie was a poop. I like Ord now, maybe because I identify with him.
I like balancing things. Is there a job where you get to physically balance things? Oh my goodness, at my birthday we shall have a great balancing contest.
Meanwhile, Sushi’s birthday is this Saturday and I’ve got her vegetarian cookbook waiting to be wrapped. She’d say, “That’s what I get for not stopping three of my buddies from each giving Grapes Border’s gift cards for Christmas.” And guess what? There’s still $20 left, so Amanda gets to be the next lucky book recipient.
Today at lunch we talked about meats. If we had an Australian Club at our school there’d be trips to Outback Steakhouse and samples of vegemite. Fruit salad, yummy yummy. I imagine kangaroo to be chewy and koala to be a fatteh. Sushi loved this conversation, especially when Amanda described how in China there was this market and in a butcher shop hung bulldogs. Delicious walnut.
I’d like to see “Star Trek”, but I only have one free movie ticket left and I’d like to save that for ”Public Enemies”.
Edit: This post was meant for yesterday, but my computer pooped out on me.
And now, for today.
I’m pretty sure I have a concussion from hitting myself in the back of the head. There was a cause, just so you don’t think I’m too much of an idiot. Apparently my hair was sticking out in the back. Don’t you dare laugh. Stop that!
Although, I do feel like an idiot sometimes. I have ranted about this before, so it must be PMS season, but I adopt this little kid persona and people talk down to me, even if they mean well. 
I’m excited but anxious for these next two weeks. Goodness gracious, it will be fun but really busy. I think this will be one of those rare moments when I wish for a quiet moment. And that’s why I’ll probably take a nap after this.
I’m scared though…after you get a concussion, if you sleep, do you never wake up!?!?
And what if I hit myself too hard and the same thing that happened to Natasha Richardson happens to me?
This could be the last you hear from me. This and my tweet about this. Miraculously, I haven’t thought of twitter for an entire day. Huzzah.
Well. That cycle has been broken, by the creation of three very clever tweets.
