August 10, 2009
Dear tangible, face-to-face buddies,
Thanks so much for coming over on Saturday. I guess this is my thank you card to you all, even if most of you will never see it.
I know I’m dragging on the suspense about what the party actually looked like, but I’m still missing pictures and I’d really like to show, not tell. I don’t even know if the pictures are of anything.
You guys made the best birthday ever. I look at my backyard now and it looks like a wasteland, even if the plants and that one flowery bush that the birds live in are still there.
I will never forget when Alex wouldn’t stop texting Miya and she called him for us to scream at. And he still didn’t believe that she was at my house. And when we were playing taboo and Miya said, “Guys do this,” and Amanda yelled, “Masturbate!” and there was a miniscule awkward silence.
Or the sight of everyone on the cement floor drawing with chalk like we were in kindergarten, and Angela on the little red car thingy not getting anywhere. And Sushi being a rebel and acting her age by sitting in a chair playing with her phone.
I’ll always have the image of us cheering each other on during pin the tail on the donkey – even if we were cheering them on toward the wrong direction and into some spiky plants. And the donkey that looked like it had been raped in the butt.
And I’ll never forget that we thawed the cake for too long and the chocolate chips all melted off. But you guys sang happy birthday, which was an improvement from last year. And the bubbles – they were so pretty, especially at night. And how we spent more time explaining Clue than playing it. And how we laughed at Norther Winslow & Billy Crudup – tee hee.
I hope it never rains so that the ugly face you drew and your tic-tac-toe games and Tiffany’s name written on every empty space never washes away. Because then that would mean that it was really over. It was the greatest party ever in my mind – you don’t have to agree.
Sushi & Angela: thank you for the Kohl’s gift card. Anusha you really love Kohl’s, you fatteh.
Sunyoung & Tiffany: Thanks for the movie tickets and oh my gosh the card! It dazzles. And it is a pop up bookish thing, which is lkjflkjweklfjwkjfwkjwkrjwrsirlsjrs awesome. And it has a pirate ship.
Amanda: Whatever your present is going to be…and the awesome card you promised, thanks.
Miya & Nicole: Danke for helping out. I couldn’t have done it without being able to frantically email you with insecurities, nor without your ipod and speakers.
What was most profound was how mature we had all gotten – mature enough to be immature. And to laugh at Miya’s sex jokes (you fattehhhhh) and Sushi’s “prostate exam” that was really “pasta in a cup”. The ears, they deceive.
Why did you want to be so rebellious Sushi, and eat pasta from a cup unlike everyone else when we had those gigantic yellow plates.
I keep trying to find words to describe this party, but I just get happy feelings. I’m glad that we didn’t go anywhere other than my backyard, because the good things about this party came from the people and not the activities or the location. I wonder what can live up to this in the future?
Love,
Grapes/Katherine
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: birthday, food, Internet, movie, party, presents
August 8, 2009
Dear readers,
It’s a one-man panic party at my house as I prepare for my party. In all my freaking out, I forgot that you get presents at birthday parties. This must be the first birthday where presents was not on my mind.
Yesterday spoiled me, really. Being at my mom’s office with high-speed Internet was heaven. I got a lot of work done on Letters From Katherine. This morning when I started up this computer I remembered reality. Seriously though, isn’t Verizon wireless supposed to be really really good? My dad claims it’s a conspiracy to get us all to switch to FIOS. That would be stooping low, but I don’t think it’s come to that.
I’m worried that we’ll run out of things to do at my party. We certainly won’t run out of food. We’re planning on serving pasta, but my mom just went out and bought three Domino’s pizzas “for lunch”. I suspect foul play. We’ll probably end up eating pizza for dinner too. 
At Wal-Mart the streamer section was pitifully understocked. And even if I planned to use our own plates and such my mom insisted on some sort of color coordination, which means Mad Hatter-style is out.
I hope it doesn’t come down to, “I’m bored, let’s watch a movie.” Because that make this no different from any other gathering. My friends are always gathering at someone’s house to watch a movie.
So I guess I’ll see you after the party.
With Crossed Fingers,
Grapes
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.
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These past few days have been hectic, what with preparations for the first day of filming for my yet-t0-be-named stopmotion. And then yesterday, Sunday, we actually filmed. I went to sleep at 10:30, which is earlyish, but I was actually sleepy and I woke up exhausted too. It was a good type of exhaustion, the kind you get after a long day of retail therapy.
I however, had been filming all day. It was a little chaotic, and the dragon costume gave us trouble, but we got through it. And even though I was worried we hadn’t been precise enough, it looked great when I reviewed the pictures.
Every time I try to read “how-to’s” on stop-motion, or tips for it, I get confused. When it comes down to that moment where you’re actually doing it, you go with instinct.
Really though, stop-motion is not easy. Granted, I’m working with real actors and not clay figures, which I’m not sure whether makes it easier or harder. You have to think about the little movements in your everyday movements. Like when you yawn and gasp, how does your arm move so that it looks natural?
My actors are very cooperative though, despite being put in ridiculous costumes and with a director who doesn’t know how to mount a camera onto a tripod. Don’t laugh!
There was this weird moment where I had positioned the camera in front of the boy and the princess, two of my characters, and I said, “Smile!” It came out differently than in my head, however, and there was this stunned moment before we all started laughing. I really meant for them to smile, but for a moment I felt like we were tourists at the zoo.
It helped though, with the tension.
When we first said that we were doing a stopmotion, a lot of people said they wanted to help. Yesterday we had one crew member there other than me. Everyone else was an actor. The more is not the merrier. I figure, if you’re not going to show up for a meeting, and you’re not part of the cast, then I’m not going to move dates for you. So I guess we’ve unofficially dropped the cinematographer, along with a few other people who volunteered to help out. It’s already difficult juggling dates for the actors. I’d say the most difficult part of making this movie is scheduling, especially when everyone’s studying for SATs.
Haha I meant this to be the weekly happiness post. Look where that got us.
I’ll work on that next. This will just be the long overdue regular post.
Our first psych 101 test was today and goodness it was easy. It is community college though, so I doubt that real universities will be this easy. Maybe I’m overestimating them. Some of the people I meet in community college remind me that Whitney is not representative of the world population. You’d never meet someone at Whitney who thought their hippothalamus was in their privates. Well, maybe one, but he’s not there any longer.
I’d like to post about something interesting, something other than my life, but my Internet is as slow as I am during PE and my blog-following days are on a hiatus, if not over. I dislike blogging about the news, so that is out of the question.
Confession time. I spend a lot of the day watching TV. Talk shows, yes, but mostly children’s programming. I watched “Nanalan’” twice this week. And it was awesome, even if I had seen those two episodes before. If only I had “WonderPets” on TV too. And this movie channel that kind of sucks.
But I guess I can only thank the movie channel, because it dissipated my bias against Gene Wilder. Obviously I would, because of the whole CatCF versus Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory thing. But I watched “Haunted Honeymoon” or something, and while that movie was kind of stupid (not in the “Mystery Men” stupid – which I rewatched yesterday with Amanda when my mom bought a pizza and all the cast had left so we made her stay to help eat it, and it was still funny), Gene Wilder wasn’t as much of a fatteh as I remember. So huzzah for him. The only gripe I have is how he was bitter over the making of CatCF.
Miya came over for an 80’s movie marathon. Twas fun, and she brought cake and soda, which sustained me for a week while the ants ravaged the rest of my kitchen. We watched “Pee-wee’s Big Adventure”, “Labyrinth”, “the Breakfast Club”, and SKADFJKWJWE. “Edward Scissorhands”. Of course we freaked out when it came to that scene.
“Hold me.”
“…I can’t.”
KJFEJWEKJKWEJWKLJWKJWe.
I love periods. It gives such finality to things. The punctuation mark, not the other thing that’s making me grouchy because soon it will come visiting.
And then Saturday, my mom and her friend took me along to downtown LA. Always fun. Even though it smells like urine and is creepy, downtown is so diverse and I love how you can walk anywhere. Also we passed by this one building and I will say no more except KSJRFKWEJ.
Flowers are pretty. We went to the flower market, can you tell?
And how could I forget the biggest event of all. There it was, a little old Chinese man selling sunglasses. Well, first we passed by a Mexican store where they had the tortoise-shell frame Johnny Depp sunglasses, like he has although his are just glasses, but I only had a moment to gaze at them before we moved on. So. The old Chinese man – I decided to take a risk and ask to try on his Johnny Depp sunglasses. I didn’t say that, I said, “Can I see those blue sunglasses behind you?” in Chinese. And eventually it was between the purple and the pink. Guess which one I walked away with?
The pink. Surprising, eh? Canada where did you come from? Anyway, yes, surprising because I love purple. But I decided pink is less common and I have way too much purple stuff anyway.
I guess now I have to go update that dictionary of mine. Not today though, I have other things to do.
My birthday is actually closer than it looks. I want it outside, but Southern California’s weather doesn’t want to cooperate with me. Now there’s a phrase you don’t see too often.
If all else fails, maybe I’ll have it in my front yard, where the massive obviously-remodeled-because-look-how-small-all-the-other-houses-are Indian house next door will tower over us and give us shade.
I’ll have sparkling pink lemonade, maybe limeade, lemonade, and mixed berry too, and ice cream cake, kettle corn, anddd…I don’t know what we’ll be eating for lunch. At first I wanted to have a table but now I think I’ll just scatter chairs.
I’ll figure it out. But I can’t wait. I really don’t want summer to end, and I don’t think I’ll be going through summer boredom anytime soon, where you start wishing for school. Huzzah!
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The house is clean and all is well. You guys surprised me with comments. They made my day, and so I am back. :)
Recently I’ve been getting views in the 100’s, and it’s sort of astonishing. Just yesterday I was telling my dad about how I wondered if the views were actual readers or just people passing by looking for “Alice in Wonderland” pictures. It’s nice to know some of you took time to read the posts, mediocre as they are. And whiny as they are. These have not been exciting days, but I’m pretty sure that will soon change.
We did some major house cleaning today – vacuuming under the couch, actually going through boxes – the works. It’s great to be living in a place you can invite people into and not be afraid of the mess scaring them off. Clean as it is, my house still doesn’t look like a model home, but that’s comforting.
My dad found some of the old decorations and party favors from my eighth birthday – the first and last real birthday party I’ve had. Of course I’m using them for my sweet sixteen. Party guests, be prepared to get little plastic parachute men and toy frogs in your favor bags. That makes me sound like a boy. No worries, I’ve got tacky plastic rings with tacky plastic gems too. Huzzah! We can all put them on and blind each other with the reflections as we see who can make the highest tower out of my Happy Meal toys and finally I’ll reveal my feet in the sun and KABOOM. No one will survive that.
A few months ago, I wrote a sceenplay based on one of my favorite picture books, Lemon Whip. I let myself get kind of soap opera-y though and it’s just sitting in my hard drive for fun now. Still, the book is amazing, if only because I am sentimentally attached to it. Okay, it’s not that amazing, and I am just attached. I’m also attached to Mickey’s Alphabet Soup, and I spent ages wondering what that U fruit was. If you read that book, you’ll know.
Lemon Whip is about a lemon and a cake that escapes the fridge and goes on an adventure. They go back to Lemon’s home…tree? and party all night, until the open-ended ending where they talk about all the places they’ll go.
My little sister Jocelyn has taken to wearing a pair of my mom’s pumps. A few years too late, my dear. It’s no longer cute when you’re over seven years old and you step on my toes every five minutes. But to each his own.
Remember a while back when I watched “Pink Panther 2″ and had to make a short deep post? I really dislike my deep posts, but while I’m writing them they help me figure things out. Since watching that and the first Steve Martin “Pink Panther”, I’ve had no desire to watch good movies. Bad comedies all the way. I wish I could rent “Mr. Bean’s Holiday” and have a bad comedy marathon. Strike me down with lightning, but “Pink Panther” and “Mr. Bean’s Holiday” made me laugh more than “Superbad”. About equal to “Tropic Thunder”. Completely different target audience but hilarious nonetheless.
I’m going to stop now so I can go work on the weekly happiness post. Have a nice sleeping time and when you wake up to drink orange juice or whatever you drink in the morning, you can read all the things that made my week go “Huzzah!”
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Amazing Race, birthday, blogging, buddies, club retrospect, cynicism, finals, frustration, grades, happiness, Jerry, job shadow, Johnny Depp, picnic, Puerto Rico, self-righteous, stop-motion, summer, temper
I think I’ll start replying to comments directly under the comments – so check there.
Our picnic was a failure – but still fun. Miya’s cake killed us all – over 500 calories for 1/12th of that cake and we had devoured over half. I love my buddies. 
I never felt that I actually really loved my friends until this year. Nothing ever really impressed me, I was slightly cynical and all that jazz. Maybe being eternally happy takes away from my humor or writing style, but I’m not going to complain about happiness. But really, my friends are an amazing group of people. We all have our individual faults, to be true, but when we’re just having fun all of that is pretty much forgotten.
Today Miya tried to help me out in chem. She offered me her calculator and I snapped at her. I do these things all the time at home, but afterward the regret just like, rushed up my throat. I know we all say we try to be nice people, but when you’re frustrated, your temper just roars out at people. I’m afraid that I’ll ruin my relationships with people by losing my temper. Sorry, Miya. The frustration had just built up to that one moment when you offered your calculator and I said the first thing that was on my mind, which was true, but really mean.
The day started out horrible, but got a lot better. My team got screwed over in the Amazing Race, and all the other teams think we’re just bitter because we had caught up to second place and ended up last. If the race isn’t set up right…
Anyway. When things go your way it’s easy to see the bright side of things, and I hate when people get self-righteous about seeing the good in people. Do they know what we had to go through, running all around the school? It’s definitely nothing compared to say, what the Jews had to go through during the Holocaust, but I wasn’t physically made for running. Rather, I was but I don’t. I looked at that class full of people and wondered if maybe we were the ones seeing it wrong – but I know one thing and that is that we did not screw up that race for ourselves.
The stop-motion is coming along really well. We’ve got 3/4ths of our cast and their schedules seem to really match up. Then we’ve got a “crew” and a script. I wouldn’t say yet that we’re set to go, but huzzah nonetheless. Also, Club Retrospect is almost up and running. We’ve got an advisor and our petition has been filled up. I think we have a good chance of being approved.
So, the rest of the day went beyond well. I’m excited for summer, and for next year. Still, the fear of junior year has not subsided. One must remember that this is a competitive high school and everyone here is above average – so the standards get pushed higher. In other news, I got an A on my math test, which will surely bring me up a letter grade. In other other news, AP Human remains a B+
Oh wow. And with the phone call made between the last paragraph and this one, my job shadowing is officially over. Boo hoo.
I’m watching the video of Johnny Depp’s birthday celebration in Puerto Rico, and when the camera was on both Johnny Depp and Jerry, each on one side of the frame, I didn’t know where to look! My eyes were darting back and forth frantically. There was Jerry on one side, pulling candles out of the cake with haste. Yet on the other was Johnny Depp, being happy and Johnny Depp. I wish I were there – that cake looks delicious, even if grainy because of bad video quality. And to have the drums and singing constantly in the background – that’s festivity.
My excitement for summer is making my grades slip. This is bad.
EDIT.
This is the next day. I would have started over but again, the things I do for posterity.
I feel like I’ve gone astray with my blogging style – and I may spend some time away to figure things out. Whatever I decide to do, I’ll be trying to clear my head. Basically, I’m not satisfied with my posts in the last week or so and I’ve lost my desire to post, really.
Hopefully I’ll be back in full swing by the time summer break gets here – next Wednesday. I’ll try to update but please keep in mind I have finals for the next week. In fact…I should be studying now for math.
So goodbye for today. Have fun and whatnot. I may or may not be back tomorrow. Actually, I probably will be. Tomorrow’s Friday.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: La Poo Poo, Ernest, movies, magazine, birthday, idea, writing, angry asian man, memories, projects, sabbatical, ironing, novel, children's book, screenplay, publisher, public speaking, conference, careers
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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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
