Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: adult, beauty, Cerritos College, children, deep, Ernest, film festival, fish, fun, grapes, group project, happiness, interview, Japanese game show, Johnny Depp, Karate Tetherball Girl, literature, love life, movie, MTV Movie Awards, nicknames, optimism, orchestra, PMS, Public Enemies, screenplay, screenplays, summer, superpower, Sushi, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Wife of Bath's Tale, thoughts, Vanity Fair, What Women Want, writing
Hold tight, Ernest will be back sometime this weekend.
My sister’s fish went through some sort of mysterious trauma yesterday and now they’re always hiding. It’s hilarious, really, when they all huddle under the filter and try to stealthily swim to the other side of the tank. When you scatter food they hide until one of them gets the courage to dart and nip at the food. Very stealthy, except that as a human, I can see all.
We’re down to six fish, and one of the silver ones tried to eat the last corpse. Silly fish, you’re such a fatteh.
Today was a lot of fun, because I didn’t go to school for half the day. I was at Cerritos College taking the assessment test and enrolling in Psych 101. Now that that’s done with, I’m almost finished with all my summer preparations. Huzzah.
It was also the last orchestra rehearsal of this school year. I’m happy, of course, because orchestra tends to smack you in the face Monday morning, but I think I am going to miss it.
I just slaved away on a group project by myself. It’s been a while since that’s happened, but aside from a twinge of annoyance as I copied an excerpt of “The Wife of Bath’s Tale” paragraph by paragraph, I welcome my group’s unreliability. For one, I’ve been happy for way too long. And I don’t mean this in a sadistic self-harming way, but that I wanted my happiness to be challenged. I wanted to know whether it was the circumstances around me or a real change in my personality that caused my incessant optimism. The only exception to my optimism is around PMS time, when, like clockwork, I get snappy at everyone.
And now that the final draft is finished, I love the way it looks. I love putting together packets like this, the ones that are like written ready-made missions for fourth graders. And what’s nice is that all the while I kept thinking, “This isn’t so bad,” rather than “I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.”
But enough of that. My sister’s computer was down for a while last night and I thought maybe I had lost half of my screenplays. Tomorrow night’s the Whitney Film Festival and I’m debating whether or not to go. It really depends on the amount of homework I have, as everything does. I can’t wait until summer. I’m really hoping this doesn’t end up a wasted summer, because how many more of these will I get? After I graduate high school it will pretty much be all work and little play.
I love how vague we all are on our blogs. Heck, I don’t even reveal my real name on here. Of course, I respond to Grapes in real life, and actually my real name sounds really strange to me, but still. For me, I have to really trust someone before I put their real names on my blog. As for Sushi, I’m just scared one day her Indian family will sue me for the blasphemous things I say about her love life. Not that it isn’t true, everything that she’s done. Like date James Bond and Chiranjeevi.
I like having the nicknames though. Like KarateTetherballGirl. It’s fairly obvious who she is but it sounds like a minor character in an indie movie or a “young adult” novel. God, I hate young adult novels. I like children’s literature, and I like adult literature. Not…”adult literature”. I mean like, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy sort of stuff, not Wild Nights in Williamsburg With Sushi. Good god.
I was just thinking in the shower, not about little Japanese game show boys this time, but about being able to hear other people’s thoughts. Then, just as I was about to get all happy about this new imagined superpower, “What Women Want” popped into my head, as it often does when I wish I could hear people’s thoughts. Stupid movie, it never knows to knock before entering.
I imagine that it would be irritating though, having to wade through “That woman, she’s so beautiful. What a divine goddess. What’s her name? Sushi? Oh, nevermind how it sounds. She’s perfect. Look at those curves.” And so on.
I’m trying to get back to writing stuff other than screenplays. Of course I’ll still be working on scripts, but I think it’ll be nice to stick with some traditional writing as well.
With that, I’ll leave you before I get too profound and deep. I know too much of that tends to get irritating.
Meanwhile, Johnny Depp has appeared on the cover of Vanity Fair, I think the first magazine cover he’s done in a while that isn’t a “Public Enemies” still, and there’s also that clip of “Public Enemies” from the MTV Movie Awards yesterday. First interview he’s done in a while too.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Ernest, Johnny Depp, yahoo, Sushi, James bond, Miya, Public Enemies, Arizona Dream, fangirls, Mika, stealthygrapes, director, Indian, birthday, deep, Taiwan, script, religion, love, flirt, ugly, actor, Chiranjeevi, mall, AP, John Dillinger, twitter, passion, angry asian man, aboriginal, wolf-whistle, foster children, perspective, Are You There God? It's Me Margaret, mother, bonding, Lane Bryant, Big Girls, Big Girl (You Are Beautiful), Hunk-O-Rama Roundup, John Cena, picture, Cary Grant, couple
I forgot to mention that yesterday I was herded into an aboriginal Taiwanese outfit and was wolf-whistled at. The last time I was wolf-whistled, as I’ve recounted many-a-time because it is so rare an occurrence, was in the middle of a lake by three ugly Mexicans. Not to say all Mexicans are ugly, but these three would have been ugly even if they were White, Chinese, or Polynesian.
Also, that one of the foster/abused children may have been flirting with me but I wouldn’t know for sure because that part of my brain has been hibernating since birth. I hope to god he wasn’t.
Today I called another director – this one wasn’t in the schedule, but I called her anyway in NY, and it went awkwardly well. Then she asked me what my favorite movie was and I said, “Arizona Dream”.
I expected the usual, “Oh…” meaning, “I’ve never seen that.”
But goodness she said, “Oh yeah!” The yeah makes all the difference. Turns out it used to be one of her favorite movies too. Huzzah, I have found the one other person in the world who has seen “Arizona Dream” and recognized it for the genius it is. Johnny Depp fangirls don’t count.
Then later she said, “…you have a unique perspective on things, which you must because you like ‘Arizona Dream’.” I must, I must, I must increase my bust. Shut up, Margaret. No one cares about you. Go put on a pad.
She also said that “Angry Asian Man” sounded pretty good. Huzzah, it’s not as odd as I thought it would be.
Dr. Frank did not show up. I live to see another day.
I went to the mall with my mother, who lovingly ended the mother-daughter bonding with “Your face is ugly, like Mulan’s.” Mom, you are so bipolar sometimes. Of course, you (readers, not my mom) would know this if you followed the play-by-play on my twitter. What’s this? Another chance to blatantly advertise my twittar? Why yes, it is @stealthygrapes.
Follow me and we will become a religion. I only need five more people.
What is important about the mall is that I waited for my mother in Lane Bryant, a store which no longer contains cushy chairs to sit in while you wait for the Big Girl in your family to decide whether or not they want to buy clothing. Big girls are sensitive and undecisive, so they take a long time and usually end up not buying anything at all. I stood in the middle of the store on my blackberry typing up parts of a script while an old woman sat on a bra display and stared at me. Huzzah. They played this song that celebrated larger women, and I wanted to march up to the counter and ask if they’d ever heard of “Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)”. I even contemplated hooking up my blackberry to the speaker system and playing it from there.
I wonder what old people think when I whip out my blackberry. “What a nice gir-oh, she’s just like the rest of them pesky teenagers, always on their darn technology. Probably doesn’t even eat dinner with her family.”
Ooh, what’s this on Yahoo? Hunk-O-Rama Roundup. Whell. Johnny Depp better be in this. John Cena? Oh yesh, he was in that movie where he pulled a girl out of a building, it exploded on him, and he lived. Poop.
#8. kafjksfjkljweklfjew. They picked a bad picture too. Who picks pictures for these things? They’re always horrible pictures of Johnny Depp, or the one where he’s on a stool with his fedora smiling slightly creepishly at you.
“Deep down, we have a sneaking suspicion that Depp’s kind of like Cary Grant — he just plays variations of himself over and over. Still, we get suckered for his aloof charm every time. He’ll pull the wool over our eyes again as outlaw John Dillinger in “Public Enemies“.
Although, it may be true.
Why have I returned to blogging about Johnny Depp again? This is bad. I should go get Ernest ready for his birthday.
I saw an Indian couple today, actually acting like they were in love. Which is rare, but it made me think of Sushi and Chiranjeevi, if they had lasted. Of course, I still can’t decide between Sushiranjeevi and Sushi/James Bond.
Wow, now I’m going to go deep and say that if I were in Sushi’s position it would be a difficult choice. She obviously loves Chiranjeevi a lot, and they’re very passionate about each other, but James Bond loves her so much too – he’d do anything for her.
Oh Sushi. You are pretty odd.
Miya, I need mine script. And we also need to start actor hunting – which I’m intimidated by but is necessary for a good movie.
Huzzah huzzah huzzah. Everyone have a good day and AP week. 
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: confidence, deep, determination, directing, empowerment, film, growing up, happiness, idealism, independent film, inspired, Johnny Depp, life, obsession, prolific, skin tone, story, Teddy Geiger, The Rum Diaries, Thinking Underage, writing, youth
One thing I’ve come to learn is that it’s not about finding the untold story, or the gimmick that sets your story apart from everyone elses. It’s about finding something you want to explore, a theme if you will. As much as we all hate English class, as someone who will one day produce the “crap” we read, I actually think about the themes I want to explore, the symbols and foreshadowing I want to scatter throughout the story. And it’s very thrilling to have symbolism in your story, it’s very stealthy.
Looking at pictures of the filming of “The Rum Diaries”, I just realized that Johnny Depp is once again in the process of losing his pallor and turning orange.
There’s no denying the whole Johnny Depp period of my life will pervade everything I do for the rest of my life. I’m not saying that I will never get rid of this obsession, but it did happen in the formative years of my life. I wonder why I’m stuck with this love of quirky independent movies when my dad has weaned me on blockbusters since birth?
Sorry for the deep posts, but at least they’re happy deep, right? I am at the peak of idealism.
I am most prolific on my cell phone. When I’m on that thing I type up eight pages without knowing it. It’s only when I’m retyping it all onto my computer when I suffer. Perhaps it’s because the screen isn’t as daunting as Microsoft Word, the big white page glaring at you.
I love growing up. Ask me in fifteen years and I’ll tell you I’d give anything to go back to fifteen-years-old. I think I’m going through what Teddy Geiger went through when he wrote “Thinking Underage”, because a lot of the songs on that album make a lot of sense right now. Of course, I’ve moved past the Teddy Geiger phase. Yes, there was a Teddy Geiger phase. Who’s Teddy Geiger? That’s what google is for.
I have absolutely no resentment toward anyone right now. Thankfully everyone I was ever truly irritated by has moved away, which makes life a lot easier. Even the irritating people that are still around don’t bother me anymore. I am truly mellow.
If it’s yellow let it mellow, if it’s brown flush it down!
I am so happy, so inspired, so encouraged, so confident, and so determined right now. The best way to live life is to surround yourself with a bubble of awesome people but experience everything and open your mind at the same time.
I’ve realized why I want to make movies: to open people’s minds. Is that a bit cheesy? Oh well.
Sorry if this sounds like a empowerment post. It is.
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: Arizona Dream, blasphemy, Borders, college, conservatism, deep, director, doctors, fail, fansite, generation gap, Jack Sparrow, Johnny Depp, lawyers, movie, music, New Zealand, Pirates of the Caribbean, Pirates of the Caribbean 4, Robert Pattinson, Russell Brand, scandalous, shun, Stranger than Fiction, Twilight, Wonder Pets
I knew it would happen but still I opened the thread.
It’s almost 11 and there’s nothing to do except the slightly annoying College Research Project. I feel like an idiot turning in something to Whitney High School, where most people end up as doctors or lawyers, that says I want to be a director. Die……
So. I was on a Robert Pattinson fansite and I saw a thread about him being in PotC 4. There I read blasphemy such as “Russell Brand would be better as Jack Sparrow’s brother” and “PotC (obviously I have abbreviated it because non-fans usually write it out or write POC) sucks” and “Johnny Depp became a sell-out” and “Oh, darn now I would have to watch those movies” or even the most sacriligious of all: “Robert Pattinson would out-do Johnny Depp”
Yes, I know what I’ve been saying. But the old defensiveness rereared its ugly head. But he would not, out-do Johnny Depp. I’ve seen “Twilight”, so I’m not ignorant of his acting skills. He wasn’t bad. But CJS was a total surprise, they turned the whole series’s plot around for him. And then for #3 they put the focus back on Elizabeth which killed it. She is not interesting!!!
Okay whatever. No one cares.
My sisters tried to borrow “Wonder Pets” but my dad wouldn’t let them because he didn’t want to watch “the singing ones”. Instead we suffered with “Tinkerbell”. I thought they fired that department years ago.
Then we watched “Stranger than Fiction” and there was one scene where Harold and Ana are in bed. They’re not doing anything, they just happen to be in a bed. And my dad goes, “scandalous!” Not really, but you get the gist. In that moment I realized that if I became a director I could never have two people in the same bed in a movie.
Obviously I would break out of the conservatism that this incident reveals, but it just reminded me of all the differences between me and my parents. They’re so typical of movie-goers. They don’t understand the greatness of Wonder Pets, and a scandalous scene is automatically bad just because it’s scandalous. Even if they’re just talking. Even if it has meaning and is really sweet and pertains to the plot. I bet if they watched “Arizona Dream” they would shun it. Remind me never to bring it up in front of them. I may have to go “Little Bobby” on them, nervous breakdown and everything.
Oh well. It’s late and my dad threatened to wake everyone up at 8 tomorrow morning.
Life just reminded me of my shopping fail today and thus my ineptness at daily life. I asked the cashier at Borders if he was keeping the second receipt and then we had a moment of fumbling with it. Although, the lady in front of me was from New Zealand. I was almost born there. I want to go there. Tee hee.
The college research project has forced me to have another deep “what is my future” thinking session. And honestly, I’m questioning the point of college, and the point of other things like why some names are acceptable. Who made it so that John was normal? Blasphemy! Maybe I’ll outgrow it. Anyways, so I was wondering if I wanted to get away from California. I do, but there’s an advantage to staying here if I want to make movies. Gahhhhhhhh. Why couldn’t I have been born in New Zealand? Then I could have moved here later when it would be of more benefit and experienced two places.
So…once again, it is late. I shall be going to bed. Goodnight. Sayonara, Japanese goodbye.
PS. I’m still desperate for new music, although I have found some.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: 2003, Christmas, deep, Deep Roy, fail, fansites, haircut, imposter, JDOCD, Johnny Depp, MarioKart, Mika, Pirates of the Caribbean, posters, Raiders, Robert Pattinson, Six Degrees, skinny dip, Tamagotchi
I couldn’t hold this back. Angela’s Christmas card to me had a huge picture of Rob Pattinson stuck in it. I must enact revenge by pasting a bazillion Johnny Depp pictures in her birthday card. That is, if I have enough ink and time.
I realize now what Rob Pattinson reminds me of, especially after his haircut. It’s that little boy who’s house I used to go to. He would swim naked and it was scandalous. He still has my MarioKart. Shun.
Now that my room is clean I wish I hadn’t killed my computer. Technology just shrivels in my hands.
Now for some deepness. Imposter deepness.
I don’t think about PotC voluntarily anymore. I have to pull it up out of the colorful muck that is my brain now. I think the only reason I hang on to it is because I have for so long, and because of six degrees. Gah.
Deepness gone. But Deep Roy is in Johnny Depp’s basement. Six degrees.
I need stuff for my walls, but I was thinking not movie posters. But you can only buy non-movie posters online. And I never buy things online other than books.
I’m in a rambling mood. And in the mood to buy things/obsess over Mika.
I’m careful now to keep a distance from possibly extreme obsessive things. Which is why I feel like an imposter fan on Mika fansites, unlike Johnny Depp fansites. That’s weird because Mika is very recent compared to all the stuff that’s happened to Johnny Depp. That I know about. Creepy yet again.
I have a Raiders poster from…2003 that I want to get rid of. It was a fail poster giveaway at the school book fair.
Okay I really have nothing to talk about. I just want to keep talking.
I’m reading the “You Know You’re a Mika Fan When…” thread and I’m sad. Because I do not have MikaOCD like I have JDOCD.
My sister has this imposter Tamagotchi and we tried to play with it but I think I killed it before it was even born. Fail.
Perhaps I’ll go to sleep now. Bye. Darn it, stupid tags.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: angry, Bleeding Love, bubble, deep, drama, fail, fanvideo, generation, girl power, guy problems, high school, Johnny Depp, nightmare, rant, religion, Sweeney Todd, Sweeney Todd London Press Conference
I’m not going to say anything because it would just be grudge-ful.
But for posterity, I hated girl power today. I sort of hated my generation in general today too. Now it’s mellowed out to a “whyyyy?”
I can only speak for the girls for obvious – or not so obvious – reasons. I get the feeling that in today’s argument some of things we said were only for the sake of arguing, because they were so generic. It annoys me when girls defend each other. It’s a great thing, but the way we do it is so grating. And we think we’re doing people a favor, no, we just look ridiculous.
Maybe I’m just weird, but I don’t bother with these things anymore. I haven’t been involved in any drama since 8th grade. I’ve realized that it’s pointless and while sometimes fun, it just makes you all stressed out. What does this do for you? Or to progress your life? I’m sort of waiting for most of the other people in our class to grow up. I have been so much happier in general since I stopped bothering with friend problems and guy problems. I think mainly because of who my friends are, though, these problems don’t really exist. And even if one of us is being poopy, it’s not like we’ll exact revenge. Although I’m worried Sushi might one day. We all know it was the reason we were nice to that guy who left for Gahr (not naming names – stealthy)
Seriously, I’m so lucky to have my friends. It’s like a bubble within a bubble, a, excuse my AP Human terminology, permeable border. If that’s the wrong term, I don’t know what you should do to me. Even though we’re in a bubble, thanks to modern technology known as the Internet we know a bunch of crappish stuff that no one else does, mainly about entertainment…weight loss…umm…and Johnny Depp. Because of the amount of knowledge we have, Johnny Depp gets his own category. Not because he’s the first thing that popped into my mind when I was trying to come up with a third category. Anyways, all you have to do is picture our attempt at a normal high school girl talk and FAIL will bombard you until you land in a pile of mush and kumquat seeds.
What’s with all the deep angry rants? You may now name a religion after me based on my beliefs. Blasphemous!
Dear God, I was just kidding.
Some parts of my fanvideo died. It just says “invalid” in big ugly letters in those parts. Like I’m a leper or something. Good thing I remember the clips from watching them so much. This is probably why people don’t use Internet movie editors.
For English homework I bluntly referenced “Sweeney Todd”. I sound like a freak because I wrote “at the ‘Sweeney Todd’ press conference in London last year” and why would I know that?
My ipod started playing “Bleeding Love” and I thought I had entered into a live nightmare.
I still want cake.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Pirates of the Caribbean, Johnny Depp, China, Arizona Dream, funny, humor, fail, deep, Twilight, Strega Nona, Tomie DePaola, politics, old people, Taiwan, bathroom, Taiwanese Film Festival, Brava Strega Nona, Robert Sabuda, Matthew Reinhart, huzzah, Oasis, Fade Out, Freddie Highmore, accent, August Rush, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Robin Williams, hunger, McDonald's, directors, producers, Taiwanese cinema, Grandma's Hairpin, Viva Tonal, Cape No. 7, 1930's, songs, plot holes, Asian drama, Titanic, touching, Japanese singer, fob, language-genocide, UCLA
I don’t know about the rest of you, but for a while I wasn’t sure whether Tomie DePaola was still alive. I would have been very sad if he was dead, but here is proof. This is a newish book of Strega Nona! Huzzah!!!!!
And here’s what it looks like inside.
Can I say huzzah again?
Oh yesh, and I just realized I’m listening to that one Oasis song with Johnny Depp on guitar on it. Don’t look at me like that, I’ve never heard it before.
The Taiwanese Film Festival twas pretty good except that now I’ve got a horrible backache from sitting all day kind of close to the screen. I didn’t get to eat until I was going home, which was like…10 or 11 ish. So all I ate for the day was a slice of lemon cake (CRAVING SATISFIED) and a granola bar that I ate under the heat lamp. PS: the heat lamp doesn’t help me. Using such pity I got my dad to buy me some McDonald’s. Huzzah. Although I think they poured salt on it.
I get the feeling that I should probably write something serious about the Film Festival. Well I don’t really have any grievances, although I expected less scholars on the panel and more directors, producers, etc. I liked the point about how Taiwanese cinema is very free to do whatever. It made me want to move there to make movies. But then again, a slightly stupid idea. Well, actually I thought the people in charge of the event were a tad rude. Like the guy with the microphone who always tried to cut people off when there was almost no time left. He just cut them off, he didn’t even wait for an appopriate pause. Quel poopy. He pushed me and was like, “Can we moving please?” And that was fail but I was too angry to laugh at him. Plus I really had to pee and I was hungry.
The films shown were good. Seeing the first one made me realize that not all good movies have to have crystal clear sound. It was about Chinese veterans in Taiwan (Grandma’s Hairpin). My grandpa was one of them, not that he was in the movie, but it made me start thinking about how little I know about his past. He’s just all jolly and stuff and talks like Mao Ze Dong. Well, they’re from the same province. And the people in the movie were from there too…I started thinking about his family in China. Has he ever seen them again? And omg, that’s my family too. I thought it was cute though, that the hairpin, the title of the movie, had disappeared. Okay. Deepness galore. The next movie has less deep thought from me.
Mostly I got really excited from seeing my grandma’s neighborhood in the movie. I was like, “Hey…those signs look familiar…hey I know that Pizza Hut!!! And is that that drippy air conditioner that always leaks on me by the bus stop?!” It wasn’t, I’ve decided, but still, I’ve walked past that place so many times. And then I cringed because it was a movie about Taiwanese pop music in the 30’s (Viva Tonal) and most of the music were from records. On top of that the people blared it kind of loud in the theater so it was really really shrill. What was creepy though and yet kind of cute was that all the old people started singing along and tapping their feet.
And finally I watched Cape No. 7. Apparently it’s very famous but the first time I heard of it I was like, what? It wasn’t a great movie technically, it ran like an Asian drama, and there were plot holes galore, but the feeling was there, so it was touching. It’s kind of like Titanic. Not a great movie, but it’s got a premise that immediately touches you. I expected more of the historical aspect though. It was the touching part of this movie, but it wasn’t explored as much. And did they reuse the Japanese singer for the Japanese guy in the end?!
Anyways, it was very funny, unlike most Taiwanese things that try but aren’t to me. It’s a difference in humor, I think. Even in Cape No. 7 I thought some of the humor was so Taiwanese because it was like those weird comedies my family watches in Taiwan. It was a good movie though, overall. After we had a q&a with the director. He was funny and down to earth. Huzzah. And I got a lot of practice listening to Taiwanese yesterday. Tee hee.
I want to go to Taiwan now. Gah I sound like a fob. Hurry someone, give me cake.
Me and another intern expressed our dislike of Twilight, and that was fun. Huzzah. Yes, this was just put here to add Twilight to the tags and therefore attract more readers. The former paragraph would have been a pretty good ending.
But no, actually I want to address something else. I don’t know if this will affect my internship, but it shouldn’t if they’re fair. During the roundtable people had to bring in politics. I was like, we’re discussing film, for goodness sake. And it wasn’t any old politics, they were biased questions about the Taiwanese government. And then someone had to remind us that documentaries are paid by the government. Gee…okay. Suspicion and conspiracy theories galore? I mean, of course the government sponsors films, but can’t you give it a chance and not be biased against it before you watch?
And then some old guy brought up language-genocide, which was interesting but again really biased. He said something totally propaganda-like, like “I will ask this in Taiwanese because I feel it’s important to express my thoughts in my mother tongue”. I was like, okay, fine, but you don’t have to say it like that. And then he talked about language-genocide. Gah. I don’t mean it didn’t exist but just…you’re kind of extreme.
Personally, I acknowledge that Taiwan is much different from China. Duh, they’ve been separated for so long. But we are all still Chinese, genetically. Do we not share the same holidays? Can you just abandon 4000 years of shared history? I think not. And be realistic. Is the world going to communicate with you in Taiwanese? I love Taiwanese, I’ve listened to it forever, but what you need to speak is Chinese if you want to get anywhere these days. So when I learned that for a while they stopped teaching Chinese in Taiwan I was like…oh. my. god.
Please don’t fire me.
I saw all the posters in the film department of UCLA. PotC’s 1, 2, and 3. Huzzah! I mean…I don’t care…:)
A trip to another UCLA bathroom, however, dashed any 2nd thoughts I had about going there. Well, maybe. It wasn’t that bad, and it is a sacrifice I’m willing to make if their film program is tres tres good. Which it is. The toilet sprayed so much water when it flushed. It was gross, like a cold geyser.
Oh and I watched August Rush. Freddie Highmore, improve your American accent. The movie had good ideas, it just came off as too dreamy and strange sometimes. I know, this coming from someone who loves Arizona Dream? Yesh. There’s good dreamy and bad dreamy. And how did his dad know that he was his son? No one told him. I expect he’ll find out later and he was only staring at Freddie Highmore that way because he was wowed by his genius. This was nice role for Robin Williams. Different, and refreshing from his usual talk fast is not that funny anymore schtick. Not that he tries to be not funny.
