Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Alice in Wonderland, art, Audrey Hepburn, birthday, change, fascination, Gerald Ford, Home Alone, internship, John Hughes, Johnny Depp, journalism, Knott's Berry Farm, Mad Hatter, party, psychology, Shirley Temple, sweet sixteen, teenagers, Tim Burton, valley girl
August 6, 2009
Dear readers,
The recent explosion of Mad Hatter tea party-themed parties must be due to the upcoming movie, but that doesn’t mean I won’t steal a bit of the fun too. This is one trend I don’t mind following the crowd on.
The party planning is coming along really well. Miya’s going to produce a sure-to-be fun music playlist spanning decades and perhaps genres as well. The games are set and food as well. We’ll be having spaghetti for dinner, because you can’t go wrong with a classic. Also, Sushi is vegetarian so we can keep the meatballs separate. Although it must be depressing just eating noodle.
I’m going to Wal-Mart today to pick up decorations. I’ll be like a kid in a candy shop, just you wait. My parents are being extremely lenient with the budget. I attribute that to the fact that this is my sixteenth birthday. I hate the phrase “sweet sixteen” though. It gives me the image of Hilary Duff and pink and blond hair and ditziness.
The only hitch so far is that there is a giant spiderweb spanning the width of my backyard. I will have to conquer this eventually and run out screaming in all directions to tear it down.
It’s amazing how the vision of this party has evolved. Remember when I was going on and on about six degrees and childhood? I think the word now would be “pretty”. Whatever is pretty is allowed, even if it isn’t six degreed to me. Although we are still being silly.
I’ll ask Miya for pictures and try to have them up as soon as possible afterwards. The day is drawing near – we’re going to be moving soon! I mean that both literally and about my blog. We are moving to an apartment, as I’ve mentioned. On top of that there’s the blog move. I’m excited for a fresh start.
I don’t like it when commercials use the valley girl stereotype or the perception that teens think what they look like is the end of the world in order to sell a product to their parents. I hear it increasingly now that it’s back-to-school season. I would never tell my mom that not having a designer jacket was the death of me. Maybe this applies to an earlier generation, but in that case they need to resurvey teenagers. Who even cares whether or not it’s designer. Heck, I hate having logos on my clothing. The more nondescript the better.
Wow. I’m about to turn sixteen – the epitome of teenager. I don’t know what to say. Only yesterday I was marveling over the fact that the 60’s encyclopedia I loved to read said that at 9 I was a preteen. I was so excited. But I wouldn’t go back – it’s nice to say that. I like where I am.
Speaking of teenagers, John Hughes passed away this morning during his morning walk in Manhattan. That’s the strangest place to die, frankly. But with all due respect, rest in peace. I only recently saw his movies for the first time (with the exception of “Home Alone” because who hasn’t seen those?) and I think he was a very special director. I’m still trying to figure it out, but there was something different about his work.
You know those people who you don’t think of as dead or alive? When they die you’re kind of shocked that they were alive in the first place. People like that for me were Gerald Ford, Audrey Hepburn, and John Hughes. Maybe Shirley Temple except she’s still alive.
If I seem to go on about growing up and marvel over the changes that have happened to me, it’s because it never leaves my mind. With such a fascination you might recommend that I go into the field of psychology, but the longer I stay in this class the more miserable I get. Discussing personal theories is fun but frankly when we get technical about it my eyes glaze over. Same with journalism. I get miserable thinking about writing news reports. I’d rather put my theories and ideals inside art.
I struggle with whether or not to continue with this internship, because I don’t like journalism at all. Yet they take us to film festivals and events. Actually we’ve been going to less and less. I wish there was a film internship for high school students. Do I stay because it is right to persevere, or do I leave because it’s right to do what you love?
Enough deepness. I’ve finished the movie charades slips and I’m about to print and cut them out. I love that I’m not going anywhere for my birthday. While a day at Knott’s Berry Farm is exciting, there’s nothing like bringing the fun to your own home.
Just you watch. I’m going to eat my words and have one of the worst sixteenth birthdays in the history of mankind. Oh, there I go exaggerating like the teenagers in those advertisements. My life is over. I’ll have no friends! Like, oh my god.
Love,
Grapes
P.S. Just kidding.
P.P.S. Oh anchor jacket, how I’ve missed you.
P.P.P.S. My butt is the ruiner of things. How many times have I tried to pull something out from under it only to not be able to lift it high enough, thus breaking whatever it is? First my ipod, which I sat on, and now my anchor necklace. Among other things.
P.P.P.P.S. I thought someone was breaking into my house but it was just my printer, hard at work.
Filed under: Dr. Frank, Uncategorized | Tags: Alice in Wonderland, bank robbery, Big Fish, dentist, Dr. Frank, fanfiction, Johnny Depp, Mad Hatter, Norther Winslow
Norther lay his head back as he drove, laughing maniacally. Dr. Frank anxiously reached for the wheel, but his hand was slapped away. “I drive,” Norther warned possessively. The wind whipped their hair back, exposing their almost identical wrinkled foreheads as the red sports car raced East toward Texas. “We need to find us a place to sleep,” Norther said, looking around them for a rest stop. But the flatness of the desert stretched out uninterrupted for miles.
The sky slowly darkened above them until it was a deep champagne red. Accepting his fate, Dr. Frank let his guard down and rested his head back. The car swerved dangerously and he sat up, alarmed. Norther’s chin rested on his chest, and a loud snore erupted into the air. Dr. Frank slammed his hand down onto the steering wheel and maneuvred the car to the side of the road.
He was afraid to sleep, but could not resist the downward pull on his eyelids. Soon the two men were sleeping like babes, their snores scaring away the wildlife. It was enough to protect them through the night. Their jackets, however, were not enough to protect them from the desert’s harsh nights, and they eventually slept closer and closer until they were holding each other to keep warm.
The next morning, Norther awoke screaming. “What is this?”
Dr. Frank snorted awake, “What?”
“We’re in a ditch! More than that, what the hell were you doing hugging me in your sleep?”
Dr. Frank chose not to answer that, because he didn’t know. “We should probably push the car back onto the highway.”
“Damn right we should.” Norther scrambled out of the car and leaned on the back-end of it. Dr. Frank followed, albeit at his own much slower pace. “Hurry up! Is this how you’re going to be at the robbery, because if yes you’re gonna get us killed.”
Dr. Frank didn’t know what had gotten into Mr. Winslow making him so snappy, but he hurried nonetheless. The two men pushed against the car with all their might until it moved slowly upwards and onto the main road. Sweating, they rushed back into their seats and drove off.
“That was a good workout,” Norther said.
“Keep your eye on the road please,” Dr. Frank reminded him nervously.
“Don’t worry about it, Doc. I’m a bank robber. I can take anything.” Dr. Frank stayed quiet, although his mind was still racing with worries.
“How many times have you robbed a bank?”
“Once, last year. I told you, it’s how I got this shiny car.”
They drove on for several days, with nothing uneventful happening because Norther miraculously managed to find a rest stop each night, successfully eliminating awkward nights spent huddling in the sports car. It was as if that traumatic experience had made him determined never to spend the night in his car with Dr. Frank again.
At the end of three day’s drive, they reached Texas. Norther’s land of opportunity. It would be another three days until they reached their target.
Side note: I can’t think of the Mad Hatter as Johnny Depp. Is this the second Jack Sparrow?
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Alice in Wonderland, Comic-Con, Dark Shadows, Helena Bonham Carter, Johnny Depp, Mad Hatter, Patton Oswalt, pictures, trailer
Apparently Johnny Depp surprised everyone by appearing at Comic-Con. A much needed visit, because the trailer had been leaked yesterday and the panel’s awesomeness depended on how much you wanted to know about what Tim Burton was saying.
Really, people need to stop leaking things before the movie comes out. Think of the eventual effect on the moviegoing experience. It takes away so much, even if it is exciting when you watch illegal videos.
That came out much worse than I intended. Here’s the trailer anyway.
Apparently that’s not the trailer they showed at Comic-Con. Errrrr. I’m gonna go look for that one. …My quest for the Alice in Wonderland trailer has led me to various videos of skinny white guys talking about how excited they are for the movie. I always feel ridiculous for those people who talk about trailers. I’d rather get the actual trailer, thank you, without your interference. No…the video is frozen on his excited face. And his Aeropostale shirt. Deeeaaaath. GAHHHHH. “I posted it on my blog so why don’t you go check it out?” NO. No I will not check it out on your blog. I’m not giving you traffic, person who won’t just post it on youtube.
Ah whatever. Find the trailer yourself, like I did. Something is off because I can’t find it anywhere.
But. I love this article from Fused Film.
“However many fans and screaming girls had a simultaneous orgasm when Johnny Depp walked out on stage to greet everybody.”
Allow me a moment to laugh my head off.
I’m not going to post any pictures of Johnny Depp’s appearance, because I want to save my upload space and it’s more celebrity news than movie news. Although I am excited and looking at every picture of it I can get my hands on.
Apparently he whispered into the microphone, “Hey. Happy to be here.”
Here are some Tim Burton quotes for those who care about the thoughts that went into the film.
“All his material, the Jabberwocky poem, all the elements of Wonderland that had movement and emotion, weird dialogue and stuff, we tried to use the material so there would be a new and true look to the universe. This one felt good to me, a weird journey, thematic nature, Wonderland will be hard to top.”
“Actors always bring something to it. If an actor connects and feels passionate, you should get something meaningful that they grasp on to. I just felt that with the material and the medium, it was just a good mixture of elements.”
“It’s a mixture of things. One was the element where we didn’t really have 5 or 6 years to make it. Also, techniques that were usable gave me more freedom, depth and layering. For me, I couldn’t really see the difference. With what we were doing, this seemed the right approach.
It’s a much more pleasant experience. 3-D used to give you a head. Now you don’t walk out of the theater with a headache. It enhances and puts you in this world more. It just helps with the experience. I think the gimmick elements have fallen by the wayside. It’s more about an experience that puts you in it more. You feel things that you actually felt on the set which enhances the experience. You feel what you feel in real life.”
On Alice: “She’s just a young girl. We wanted to give her some gravity, someone who has an internal life and you can see the wheels turning. A simple life, not flamboyant. That’s why I picked Helena and she’s got a big head (laughs).”
On “Dark Shadows”: “Yes, if I ever finish this one. (laughs) That’s the plan.”
This is from thewrap.com:
“Next up was Burton, presenting the trailer from his “Alice,” which panel moderator Patton Oswalt prompted him to play twice.
“Looks like a freak show, doesn’t it?” Burton said, looking up at the images of the characters on screen.
“Johnny (Depp) and I had worked together many times, but he’d never done a character with orange hair, so we scalped Carrot Top and took his hair,” Burton joked — adding that Depp helped create his character’s wardrobe.
The director said he attempted to take the traditional fairytale and Jabberwocky poem and turn it into a moving story that was “not just a series of weird events.”
But with a green screen, Burton said “speed and energy” was important because the screen “can start to freak you out after a while, and you don’t know where you are or who you are.”
To the audience’s surprise, at the end of his Q&A segment, Burton brought out Depp, who plays the Mad Hatter. The crowd erupted as Depp flashed his winning grin and waved for a few moments before departing the stage.”
There are also pictures of props taken at Comic-Con, but apparently people aren’t supposed to post them up yet, so I’ll put them up Friday. Because if I did right now I’d be a hypocrite for what I just wrote about leaks. But I can still describe them to you, can’t I? Ooh, an exercise in descriptive writing. But I’m lazy so I won’t really try.
There are a lot of tarts in the tea party. Gah, reminds me of the French Club banquet. That tart was very sour. Anyway, the tea party is very mix-and-match of silverware and plates but it’s neater than I imagined. Neater than it looks in the trailer to be sure. Maybe I’ll keep the picture and model my birthday after it. 
It’s two round tables and one long one connected, with white tablecloth and a huge green velvet wingback chair at the end. Lots of cake.
The hat. The hat looks beautiful, and of course you’ve all seen the hat from the pictures and trailers.
My descriptions couldn’t do these justice. The Mad Hatter’s suit is also on display. I hope they will be when it plays at the El Capitan theater like it was for PotC 3 because I want to see these for myself. I love the flower print of the bowtie. Again, same as posters.
The little door’s pretty nondescript. A wooden door kind of like the ones you’d see in missions. There’s this giant fake Alice head next to it to show the size difference, I guess. Also if the head wasn’t there it’d just be a door.
The eat me cake is yellow and squareish, in an old black box. Excuse me, glass with a brownish black frame. Again, these pictures are low quality. I’ll wait until Friday and see if there are better ones.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Alice in Wonderland, pictures, Tim Burton, Tweedledee and Tweedledum
Whoa. I’m a little overwhelmed by the number of views yesterday. Cater to the masses we shall. At least for now, laced with our normal broadcast in between.
Yesterday I gave you guys the released pictures of the main characters. Today, being somewhat less lethargic, I’ll put up some more art. These pictures give a fuller look at Wonderland. Imagine being there yourself, with towering walls and topiaries.
Apparently this is a “sequel” to the famous story of Alice in Wonderland. 17-year-old Alice finds that she will soon be proposed to at a fancy Victorian gathering, so she runs off and ends up following the White Rabbit back to Wonderland, a place she doesn’t remember.
Look at how tiny Alice is. I’d be really creeped out to be there, but at the same time, it looks interesting. Like that bad computer game my dad has where you search on an island for…I don’t know what, but I just wander about aimlessly until I frustrated. Of course, I’d be a lot more enthusiastic about exploring Wonderland.
In the second picture is Tweedledee and Tweedledum, and in the last one you can see the White Rabbit looking kind of rabid.
More news as it comes.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Alan Rickman, Alice in Wonderland, Ben Stiller, Christopher Lee, Crispin Glover, Helena Bonham Carter, Johnny Depp, Little Britain, Mad Hatter, Matt Lucas, Mia Wasikowska, Michael Sheen, Noah Taylor, pictures, premiere, Public Enemies, Red Queen, Stephen Fry, Tim Burton, Timothy Spall, Tropic Thunder, Tweedledee and Tweedledum, White Queen
Everyone’s clamoring to find information on Tim Burton’s “Alice in Wonderland”. Hence the sudden burst of views on my stats – a confidence booster, until I see that they’re all searches for the Mad Hatter. Fine! You want him? You got him.
Speaking of “him”, today’s the “Public Enemies” premiere. Sadly, my plans to go fell through when Miya told me that she might not be able to make it. I’m not about to brave crowds of eager fans and fangirls, Johnny Depp or not. Because I am a lethargic fatteh. I will still mope over the loss of possibly winning 1 of 10 free tickets and seeing Johnny Depp in person.
Because of all the views, I thought I might as well cater to the masses. So here is the rest of the art that I’ve found. First up is Alice, played by 19-year-old Mia Wasikowska. She’s apparently the only character not touched-up too much when transferred to the 3D animation. I’d imagine to make her normalness stand out.
Next is the Red Queen, played by Helena Bonham Carter. Her head was enlarged three times for this role. Huzzah? Very elaborate outfit though.
And of course, there’s the White Queen, played by Anne Hathaway. At first I was skeptical, but she’s growing on me. “Tropic Thunder” : Ben Stiller, as “Alice in Wonderland” : Anne Hathaway? Maybe.
Finally, Tweedledee and Tweedledum, both played by Matt Lucas of “Little Britain”. Here are two fattehs to add to the Fatteh Hall of Fame.
Right next to Momma.
If you’re being a cynical poop and thinking that you’ve seen all this before, so you have. Here’s something you may not have seen, but then again…maybe you have.
http://www.usatoday.com/life/movies/news/2009-06-21-alice-in-wonderland_N.htm
Click on the links in the article – they’ll take you to a somewhat interactive introduction to Wonderland.
Some other actors who have returned to work with Tim Burton are Alan Rickman as the Caterpillar, Timothy Spall as the Bloodhound, Christopher Lee as the Jabberwock, and Noah Taylor as the March Hare. Crispin Glover will play the Knave of Hearts, Stephen Fry the Cheshire Cat, and Michael Sheen the White Rabbit. Alan Rickman as the Caterpillar – it seems so perfect once it’s brought up. Anyway, I can’t wait for “Alice in Wonderland”, but first there’s “Public Enemies”, which opens July 1st. Except maybe not in my complacent city, where it may open July 3rd. Sadly.
I hate to just reiterate what others have said, but it’s really the only information that’s out there right now.
Find everything I was too lazy to write here: http://www.timburtoncollective.com/tbcnews.html
I’ll try to keep up with more news, since that seems to be what people are coming here for right now.
I keep having to refrain from saying things like, “Johnny Depp has worked with Tim Burton over six times now,” and “Helena Bonham Carter has two children with Tim Burton”, and “They share an adjoined house”. I think that movies are separate from all of that, and if they work well together, they should keep working together even if people think it’s nepotism, and favoritism and all those great medium-sized words.
Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for more “Alice” news as it comes.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: 1950's, 3D, Alice in Wonderland, birthday, critics, eloquence, emo, Ernest, feature film, fun, grapes, insteant messaging, l33t, lipgloss stain, Mika, movies, one years old, paper bag, psycho, school, script, Simple Plan, Six Degrees, Songs For Sorrow EP, teen angst, Tim Burton, website
Today was Ernest’s first birthday and I’m so freaking proud of myself for preserving a paper bag for a year. The only injury he’s suffered was that lipgloss stain from Miya’s mouth, and she wasn’t trying to kiss him when that happened.
Bringing him to school today, I sure did run into a lot of critics, and I got those funny glances where one eyebrow goes up and they look at you with their head turned to one side. I do feel like a psycho, but it’s so much fun when you don’t care.
I suppose he’s in for a gift guide as well…I’ll bring it in tomorrow. Today I’m working on a feature-length script that will hopefully be the easiest to shoot, so that may be the first feature I’ll film. And for that one I’m planning to go all out.
I’ve been thinking about my own birthday. It’ll be in the style of a traditional children’s birthday party. Think 1950’s and the mother at the pink stove. But the theme will be six degrees of grapes. Egotistical, I know. Any ideas?
MIKA, your website and “Songs For Sorrow”, while brilliant, scare me with the thought that you have become an emo girl and will now only sing of the teen angst genre, comme Simple Plan.
I love how in movies characters always im each other in long thought-out sentences. With l33t and capitalization, of course. And the other person never sporadically im’s them while waiting for their slow responses.
I’ll leave you with an example of one of my own such elegant conversations. Note the eloquence of our speech. And yes, there is a shameless plug for Tim Burton’s “Alice in Wonderland” in there.
[20:02] violetcygne: are you typing?
[20:02] dustgoespoof: no
[20:02] dustgoespoof: oh vell
[20:02] violetcygne: bahhumbug
[20:02] dustgoespoof: OMG ALICE IN WONDERLAND
[20:03] violetcygne: WHATATAT
[20:03] violetcygne: AHWT ABOUT IOT??
[20:03] dustgoespoof: http://theplaylist.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-look-alice-in-wonderland-in-3d.html
[20:03] dustgoespoof: quick! grab your 3d glasses
[20:03] violetcygne: OOH
[20:04] violetcygne: let me pull them out of my ass
[20:04] dustgoespoof: lolllll
[20:04] dustgoespoof: your ass doesnt need help being 3d
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Alice in Wonderland, clowns, deep, Deep Roy, friends, Johnny Depp, makeover, parents, poopy, room, scandalous, Sushi
Back for my second post of the day! Huzzah.
I love when bloggers update often. Here’s looking at you, Miya.
Actually, I’m back because I just found a treasure trove of other people’s blogs (people that I know) and now I must outdo them. That’s the thing with me, I know I can outdo people, but there’s no recognition. This isn’t deepish or anything royish either, but my life has been a series of screwups. (I’m not being deep right now, and that wasn’t sarcasm.) I do wonderful on practice tests, then mess up the real thing. I never do the best I can, even if I try.
Why is blogging so fun!?!?!?
This post sucks. My outdoing plan has failed huzzah?
Yesh, so I’m reading everyone else’s blog and going, “Teehee, my blog > your blog.” And eating assorted nuts that make me feel like I’m at a stinky old pub, even though I’ve never been in a pub…ever.
I really really want to travel. I’ve got wanderlust, and that sounds scandalous. Sounds like something Sushi would get, and she would cure it by traveling with her bicycle. Getting around, seeing things, you know?
But yes, I’ve got this random dream to go bed&breakfasting in Europe, and to go sailing in Maine.
Because recently I’ve discovered people’s blogs - and I don’t know anyone like that. People who do things, crazy things like throw a birthday party in an old movie theater or go to Peru just because. Okay, maybe those aren’t crazy enough. But I could never throw a party like that because, well, who would willingly go?
Crap, this has turned into another deep post, just the opposite of what I intended. I’m not going to tell my friends that I’m feeling deep, because remember what happened last time?
Let’s move past that.
I opened my email to a joyous surprise! New videos from girl-with-earliest-JohnnyDepp-stuff! There was some new “Alice in Wonderland” stuff – can’t wait. The thought of Alan Rickman’s head superimposed on a caterpillar, his voice coming from that contraption, that is huzzah.
I have my first job shadow meeting on Tuesday. Now the real challenge comes, because this time we are ordering at Starbucks, and I can’t order anywhere. Plus there’s the awkward situations that come with food and other people.
The worst thing is eating noodles in public. It’s like, you look up and there’s blood all over your face. Excuse me, tomato sauce.
I can’t help feeling like I want to get out of here and do something (dot org). Let’s have a day where we all just go frolic in the park. But not CPE. I don’t think I can ever go there again.
Darn you, flasherman! You’ve just ruined one of my favorite parks in the city. The one where I used to go early in the morning, run and wave at the old Chinese people doing taichi under the rotunda, and feel the itchiness of my pores opening on my thighs.
Seriously, they do. And you sweat.
I need to exercise. But at least I’ve stopped caring about my height. My buddies had another looks conversation yesterday and I just tuned them out and told Sushi about my plans to save the polar bears and train a troupe of tap-dancing unicorns. They were talking about tans for the second time this week, and Tiffany is so proud of her thin wrists and how she towers over the rest of us. I used to think they were so much more intelligent than the other people in the school, with more common sense.
Now I realize they’re just more selfish and cowardly. At least the popular people do things for their buddies without getting benefits for themself. They do things, go places. Out here in the periphery tee hee it’s no man’s land, every man for himself, and I’m not going to run in the middle and pick up all the pieces. Haha did you like my extended metaphor?
No Man’s Land is the best game ever. Heck, turning a game of bad-minton into a reenactment of World War One is always fun.
Today in the bathroom I gave myself the excuse that I’m just too busy to do anything besides homework. But then I realized that once I start working I’ll always say that I’m too busy, and this will go on forever until I find myself at 85, too old to do anything anymore.
People can’t fire off tasks one after another. I think it’s our nature to linger on things and waste time in between. Because if we did things in successive order even the fun things would feel like chores.
Back to my poopy friends. Haha I’m sure everyone is tired of hearing about this, but I have to get it off my chest.
I’m on all night on aim, because being on aim gives you that feeling of being with people, and it’s a nice feeling. But the people who count aren’t on, and when I ask them the next day, “Where were you last night?” they just shrug like, who cares? And go on their little trips together because, oops, I forgot that grapes had to go too.
I can’t get over how narrow-minded they are. I wear tights for the first time (okay, second. First was the library for a study group with Asmita, because it was Sunday and my church buddies are way more accepting of dressing up) since Preschool and they ask me what the occasion is? Sushi just points and laughs, and she can’t stop laughing for ten minutes. I just ignore her and ask her in an angry Asian voice, “What were you and Mr. G talking about?” because she had broken off midsentence to laugh at me. They ask me why I’m so dressed up? It’s just a jumper (haha now I know the word) and tights. I don’t have to look like you, oh rich Tiffany, with your requests for $96 jewelry for Christmas. (We are not as rich as you and no one likes your dog with the uniboob.) You who wears a sweatshirt and jeans. People can always change, and they always want to, but their friends are what keeps them from doing it. I avoided necklaces for years because I knew they would just point, laugh, and say I was girly. I would get some immature whine from Amanda like, “Ooohhh Grapes is wearing a necklace. She’s so girly.”
So I stayed frumpy and such for years, until one day they had raced ahead of me. Now I’ve learned to just ignore your friends and go for it.
Haha I’m just letting it all out now.
I’m slowly starting to realize that I will never be that perfect parent that I’ve always imagined I would be. Because I see everyone else ranting about their parents and I’ve realized it’s a global disease, unfair parents. You get caught up in the moment and you start screaming really really hateful things at your children, like my dad last night, who picked the worst time, right as I was about to fall asleep. I was literally on the edge of that cliff. Like, one more lull and I’d be asleep. But no, he had to begin ranting for ten minutes (with minute-long pauses in between, like breaks in between paragraphs) until I finally lost all sleepiness and almost cried because I was so tired.
Hormones, stop. Please? I hate PMSing. But that doesn’t automatically discredit all this deepness I’m coming up with. I think it’s funny that I every month, I try to negotiate with nature. Like, please don’t let it come on Tuesday, I have detention and a major meeting and I can’t afford to be in extreme pain.
I’m just going to accept detention, because there’s nothing I can do. And if this sounds defeatist, it’s not. I’ve got this memory of getting into extreme trouble because I backtalked to a teacher. The thing is, it never happened.
My dad always says things like, “I don’t see the drive, the desire for life, to do things. How do you expect to be anybody?” It hurts because he doesn’t know how badly I want to try everything.
Does anyone remember that creepy video from eighth grade about the man with the scary gray eyes? Also, I found two clowns in my closet. I’m putting them up. This weekend is room makeover time! Huzzah!
Third awkward post in a row much? Please don’t remember what I wrote here, it was probably just a PMS phase. Yet PMSing kind of brings out the real person.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: 2011, Alice in Wonderland, AP Human, Bicycle, Captain Jack Sparrow, Channel 1, Flashpoint, Geoffrey Rush, get around, Ghost Whisperer, imdb, les miserables, liam neeson, Lincoln, MUN, Numb3rs, Oscars, pirates, Pirates of the Caribbean, Pirates of the Caribbean 4, Somalia, Sushi, UCLA, USC
The Oscars are on Sunday and as everyone can see I have pooped out on my Oscars idea. Honestly, it was because I’m not rooting for anything this year.
I just found out the most horrifying news.
I was on imdb which, although sometimes still inaccurate, is good for quick information. Because I just came back from watching Les Miserables at Tiffany’s house and wanted to see how many fangirls Geoffrey Rush has (many, but they’re not too well-informed), I looked it up. Then I got bored and decided to look up Liam Neeson as well.
What’s that?
Lincoln? What?!?!!?!?!?!?!!?
Lincoln is slated for 2011 release. Thanks guys, thanks for ruining the year I graduate and the year PotC 4 might come out and the year Alice in Wonderland will be all the craze. Then there will be…shudder…Lincoln.
Edit: I wrote all that yesterday, until I heard the call that “Ghost Whisperer” was on. Logically, “Ghost Whisperer” leads to “Flashpoint”, which leads to “Numb3rs”!!! And we all know how much I love “Numb3rs”. Last nights episode even had ugly/cool man explode in a fit of rage. Huzzah, good TV.
Today was the Los Alamitos MUN conference. Huzzzah, etc, etc. Not much to say except people are stupid.
Although, our second topic was – surprise surprise – Somalian pirates.
Everyone kept saying, “Somalia, Somalia”, and I had no clue until I asked Asmita and remembered that day in AP Human when Shalu brought her PotC blanket (which pwns mine, sadly) and they talked about Somalian pirates on Channel 1. Everyone stared at the TV and was silent for the first time in 10th grade homeroom history.
Finally Mr. Perry said, “You’re not going to find Captain Jack Sparrow there” and everyone went back to normal. Sigh, it was a true test of my resistance in those times.
I almost wrote PotC instead of Pirates in my notes.
Also, the Asian Miley Cyrus was in my committee again. She looks and sounds like her. Poop. But no, imposter Miley was very nice. Unlike the real one, based on the way she apologizes. Thanks for sincerity, Miley Cyrus. Thanks.
I was watching this video on youtube about Miley Cyrus and the girl said, “And she rides a bike.” To which the other guy replied, “That’s not all she rides.”
All together now:
It’s Sushi and she gets around,
It’s Sushi and she gets around,
It’s Sushi and she gets around
On her new bicycle.
Tomorrow I get to visit USC with Sushi. Hopefully it will pass the smelly bathroom test that UCLA did not.
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I wanted to punch this guy.
“However, if Disney decided to get rid of Sparrow and create a new starring role in the film for an unknown actor, there’s nothing in the rule book that says such a transition couldn’t work.”
Has he never met rabid fangirls? They would all shun the movie and it would be a great big fail.
Then he says “He may love to play arty, esoteric characters, but deep down, I’m sure Johnny Depp was always counting on a big check from a mainstream summer fantasy. ” and that Disney was the one that took risks. Um…yesh, Disney was the one that almost fired him.
So now I must shun the reporter for being evil. Wow. I’ve got a sudden urge to play my fat. Except the floors are all carpeted so there’s no way that’s happening.
Winter break is so relaxing. Take it easy. I couldn’t resist mate. Darn it, now I’m on a six degree roll. I haven’t had any freakish dreams since school ended and I’m not stressed out at all. Huzzah!
I just found out that Alan Rickman will be the Caterpillar in “Alice in Wonderland”. Huzzah again. He’s a good choice, I think.
Should I wait up for the “Public Enemies” trailer? I probably won’t be able to sleep anyways. Gah. I feel so mellowwwwwwwww. Die.
There’s no inspiration today or something. It’s taken me an hour to write this little bit of whatever. Maybe I’ll work on my fanvideo but honestly I don’t feel like it. And I’ve been neglecting Sushmita. I only write her stuff in math because it keeps me awake. If I tried to pay full attention to Ms. Breik, I would fall asleep. It’s weird that doing something else helps me to learn in her class. You’re really weird. Sorry, six degrees.
Oh yesh, I’m going ice skating tonight. Huzzah! I wish Sean Connery would do some more movies instead of retiring. I would totally go see it, even if he was just in there for a cameo. Just like I’m considering watching “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” for the possible “Public Enemies” trailer.
Haha there’s a Mika quote that says “A good audience gets a good show. A serious audience gets an serious show.” Crap. Noooooooo…Miya, my angry Asian face is going to ruin our one Mika concert when we’re conveniently out of town during the great California earthquake!
I’m done trying to come up with something good to write. Maybe later. Sayonara. Japanese goodbye. Six degrees.
