Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: blog, decision, grapes, Jack Sparrow, Johnny Depp, Katherine, Kevin McNally, letter, Mr. Gibbs, Pirates of the Caribbean, proposition
Hey guys – there is a dilemna.
I really like the letter format from the previous post. Plus, I’ve never like the name of this blog. I started this only less than a year ago, but you know how it is when you can’t think of a screenname. On top of that, I’ve changed a lot in this less-than-a-year. Some aspects of the personality of this blog no longer apply. So, I have a proposition.
“The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition made by the man who did the waking, savvy?” That’s much shorter when not spewed from the mouth of Jack Sparrow. In any case, repeat after me: Aye, that’ll about do it. Hmm. I suspect Mr. Gibbs to secretly be a Canadian, from the way he says “about”.
I propose that I move this to a new blog. I’m still deciding whether to move everything or to start anew and leave this one. The one thing I’m worried about is losing the number of views I’ve already collected.
The new blog would be called Letters From Katherine and would continue with the letter format.
There. I’ve said it. I feel better for it. Reference. There’s my name blatantly for the world to see. I’m worried that this will be a decision I’ll regret, but then again isn’t that a part of every decision-making process?
Let’s be honest though. Letters From Grapes just doesn’t have that charm.
Thoughts? I’m still thinking it through. For now I’ll keep trying the letter thing, and we’ll see how it works out.
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: 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: car, family, fields, grapes, Johnny Depp, middle-of-nowhere, nature, Northern California, obsession, Pirates of the Caribbean, relapse, Sequoia National Park, soundtrack, Sweeney Todd, trees
The annual spring break attempt at a road trip has begun. We’re off to Nor Cal, whose abbreviation makes me giggle. I think our goal is to go to the Sequoia National Park. Trees, oh joy. And I mean that.
I fell asleep for an hour because Mother Nature finally decided to pay a visit at the same time I went to pay her a visit. Too much information? Too cheesy? Too, dare I say, corny?
I awoke to flat fields, and what possessed me to think that they were beautiful? But they are, and the ones with randomly scattered bales of hay are a bonus. Oh look, now we’re amongst the grape farms. Hello, family.
Locked in a car in the middle of nowhere – okay, Bakersfield – with only my Sweeney Todd soundtrack, I fear I have once again become dangerously close to a Johnny Depp/PotC relapse.
Someone talk me off the edge of the vat of bubbling goo?
A text, email, anything. The lack of outside communication worries me.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: A Happy Ending, angry, Arthur, Asian, Bonzom, buffalo, Buster, chinese, Christian Bale, comments, dance number, dentist, dull, forums, grapes, Johnny Depp, life, lollipop, Mika, Miley Cyrus, mole, Obama, rainbows, unicorns
Did I mention that life is currently dull?
If only a herd of unicorns would stampede by and perform a dance number, topped by seven rainbows jiggling in the sky. That would be a day worth living for. Do I sound suicidal? I’m not.
Apparently, though, I look like Buster from Arthur. Remember this guy?

Is it because of the buffalo dream? Because that was not a conscious decision, to become queen of the buffali. Did I mention that it was a nightmare?
Holy guacamole. This slightly cheered up my day. I found a video predicting the end of the world in 2012 – and when it was finished it was so awesome I had to find another, so I looked and beside it -
Could it be? No. Never!
It was.
From the animators of “Lollipop”…holy moly. Yesh. Hey! What’s the big idea?This is the big idea: http://www.passion-paris.com/flash.html#page=d69
Check out the first video. And then of course, watch “Lollipop” because it’s freaking Obama! Excuse me, Mika. What phenomenon is this? I think, however, that Dr. Frank was destined to be my dentist, because we are both lookalikes of EVERYONE. He more so than I, but still.
Obama has it, Christian Bale has it. What does it feel like to have a protruding mole between your nose and your eye? Is it always in your line of sight? In that case, Christian Bale should have been also yelling at his mole, and not just the cinematographer. But really, if you got annoyed at someone, could you just tilt your head to the side and put the mole in front of their face? Or when you’re censoring a movie, could you just cover stuff with your mole?
Person 1: George, what are you doing?
Person 2: I’m…head banging.
Person 1: My, that’s a dirty movie your watching.
Tee hee.
Good golly, I’m bored. There must be an epidemic of boredom traveling around because my friends are all bored too. Or maybe it’s just us.
So. There’s this photo of Miley Cyrus making slanty eyes with her buddies, one of whom is this Asian guy, so this Asian group thingy decides to get very very angry. They do. I wasn’t going to say anything, because even though at first I was like, “What a poop”, I remembered that it was Miley Cyrus, who is generally a poop, and why should I care about her life? Except that they’re making Valentine’s grams with her face on it because apparently it will sell…no it won’t.
Then I read this comment, “Well, if an Asian celebrity had been making round eyes with Caucasians”…Should I just end there at the stupidity of that statement? I have yet to see someone do that, and I’m not the lone Asian kid in the middle of Kansas. There are swarms of us here, kind of. No, I don’t live in Chinatown. And, the commenter wouldn’t have said that unless she did agree that Asians have slanty eyes. Which then obviously proves that she doesn’t know much about Asians because a lot of us have rather hugemongous eyes that really freak me out. Because they look like bugs.
Wow people are vicious in their comments. Shouldn’t be surprised though, I used to sometimes lurk in Johnny Depp forums and read comments of everything related to such. People are vicious there too…and I was strangely more offended then than I am now by this.
Except I do hate when they say stuff like, “Fine, go back to China, where you would get killed for having an opinion.” That makes me say, shut up. You don’t know a thing about being Chinese. Even if it is true that they are freakishly strict over there, people exaggerate for effect. When you’re in that raging commenting mode, you forget common sense.
It’s probably not good for my health to keep reading.
Ah. Angryish post over.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Belgium, Dakota Fanning, Frozen River, grapes, happy-go-lucky, In Bruges, Little Bobby, mature, Milk, movies, original screenplay, Oscars, Poppy and Rye, season, stealthy, The Littles, Twilight, WALL-E
It’s Oscar season, similar to Open season, harvest season, and holiday season. It’s the season where my mom pokes me as we watch awards shows and whispers, “Next time I’ll hear, ‘And the winner is…Grapes!’” She doesn’t say “Grapes” but for Internet safety, you understand. And it all gets very awkward but you know that secretly, under my Little Bobby exterior, I am secretly thrilled to be mentioned in such circumstances.
You can say you don’t want to act or direct for fame, but no one can deny fame has its benefits, along with all the paparazzi and fan mobs and massive amounts of fanmail and extreme scrutiny.
Since this year’s award shows promise to be quite the slight bore because of all the unknowns and the lack of a Johnny Depp movie to root for, (they could save it with some very good jokes and many appearances of Johnny Depp and/or Geoffrey Rush and/or some other PotC dude – not Keira Knightley/Orlando Bloom) I cannot post reviews about each aspect and say who I want to or stealthily know will win.
Also: Dakota Fanning is going to maybe be in the “Twilight” sequel!?!?!?!??! I don’t know whether to not care or slightly cry. Why would you be excited about that? She is. What slightly bothers me more is Yahoo’s use of “Dakota’s New Grownup Role” as the title. Yes, because “Twilight” is so mature.
I’ve got half a mind to tell you an informed post about each of these movies, but I’m feeling lazy and you can get that elsewhere. Starting with Original Screenplay. I haven’t seen any of these movies except WALL-E, so I’m just going to write about whatever comes to mind.
The nominees are: Frozen River, Happy-Go-Lucky, In Bruges, Milk, and WALL-E.
Let’s begin with “Frozen River”. Here’s the synopsis on oscar.com:
“Abandoned by her husband, Ray is left to raise their two sons in a broken-down trailer. When her efforts to buy a new home for her boys lead her to the brink of financial ruin, she allows herself to be drawn into a dangerous smuggling ring operating across the U.S.-Canadian border.”
For some reason, the combination of “Frozen River” and “Milk” in the same list reminds me of a frozen river of milk. Smacking myself now for such a stupid observation. I’ve never heard of this movie and have no idea what it’s about. If I made a movie called “Frozen River”, it would be either a horrific drama about a little girl frozen in the river of a small town, or about someone who is emotionally frozen. See how unoriginal I am. By golly, is that an Asian woman in that picture? Huzzah.
When I first heard of “Happy-Go-Lucky”, I really really wanted to see it. That was the beginning last year, and I sensed that it wouldn’t be released where I could see it. But then the Golden Globes came around and the leading actress kind of drunkenly thanked people, and I lost much interest. Still…it’s interesting.
“Poppy, a London schoolteacher, lives her life with a cheerful optimism that never wavers in the face of problems or setbacks. When her bicycle is stolen, she begins driving lessons with the angry, fiercely repressed Scott, while her concerns for the welfare of a young boy in her class lead to her meeting with a likeable social worker who is drawn to her open-hearted approach to the world.”
By the way, Poppy is the name of that mouse in the book “Poppy and Rye”, which I used to love because I liked that kind of thing. “The Littles”, stories about ants, pretending to be small and living in little crevices of human dwellings fascinated me.
“In Bruges” is another one that I was interested in, around the same time.
“Two Irish hitmen find themselves with time on their hands in the Belgian city of Bruges. Ken and Ray have been ordered to the medieval town to await a phone call from their boss, Harry, following a botched hit, and while the inexperienced Ray chafes at the inactivity, Ken takes advantage of the situation to play tourist.”
It seemed like it would be a really good insight into Bruges, like one of those movies that are more fangirl displays to cities than storytelling. Which I don’t mind. If I made a movie about Belgium, it would include as many shots of the peeing boy fountain as possible. Amanda can testify to my fascination with him. Our sixth grade Belgium project was covered with him. I stealthily snuck him into every aspect, our postcards, travel brochures, tickets. Probably the beginning of stealthily sneaking references into English essays.
“Milk”.
“As the emerging Gay Pride movement gathers force in the 1970s, it finds a champion and a public face in San Francisco camera store owner Harvey Milk. Leaving his closeted life in New York behind, Milk moves to California with his lover and soon turns his efforts to politics, campaigning for a spot on the San Francisco Board of Supervisors–a quest that will make him the country’s first openly gay man to be elected to public office.”
This movie, I strongly suspect, is one of those movies where the director wants to raise awareness for a cause, most likely through telling a historical inspirational story. It’s not that interesting in terms of being different, but I guess I could give it a try. Sean Penn looks awesomely unlike himself, bordering on what the Joker might look like w/out makeup and with a narrower jaw.
I saw WALL-E with Amanda’s family sans Amanda this summer. Afterwards we went to Coldstones and ate ice cream that was too big. I failed at ordering there too, taking almost half an hour to decide. It was cute, but it was way too long ago for me to gush. Thinking back, it was one cute movie building up to a greatly propagandish ending.
“Several centuries in the future, when human beings have abandoned the earth for a series of orbiting spaceships, the lone remaining being on the planet is a solar-powered robot named WALL-E. As he continues to carry out his trash compacting duties, he gathers up unexpected treasures…including a tiny green plant that has somehow reappeared on the earth’s heavily polluted landscape.”
Taking WALL-E’s lead,
SAVE THE POLAR BEARS.
No, seriously.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: accent, Astroboy, fat, Freddie Highmore, grapes, hobo, Johanna, Johnny Depp, obsession, pajamas, Pirates of the Caribbean, Public Enemies, Six Degrees, smoking, Sweeney Todd, zoo
In other news, Freddie Highmore is Astroboy.
Yeah, okay. It’s old news, but I just found out yesterday. Wait – deja vu. Nope, I’ve seen it before but tossed it out in hopes of salvaging my sanity. It’s another attempt at an American accent, this time with a freaky after-puberty voice. GAHHH.
Oh yesh. We went to the zoo yesterday and now my thighs are burning with sudden exercise after hibernation. To be honest, I’ve looked like a mourning widow for the entirety of winter break. If I can, I don’t change out of my pj’s. Laziness galore. Huzzah? Hoboish, definitely. In the nasty hoboish way, not in the okay hoboish.
That made no sense.
No, school is beginning soon….but in happier news, new “Public Enemies” pictures have appeared, even if the trailer hasn’t. There’s one where JD (Dillinger or Depp – depending on you) is sitting on a bed w/a bandage around his left arm.
Now that it’s 2009, I took off my PotC calendar. It is the end of PotC wall things. Sad in the way that it’s sad that the dinosaurs went extinct. It wouldn’t be good if they were still around but death is never funny. Except during “Johanna: Reprise” of “Sweeney Todd”.
I feel like someone who just quit smoking. Except that I’ve gone past the point of no return so there’s no chance of a reobsession w/PotC. From now on, all the comments I make is just for the sake of six degrees. Tee hee.
I just told my sister I play my fat. Her expression died.
To stop the brain aneurysm that has just occurred because of that statement, look it up in “grape terminology”. Maybe it’ll just kill you instead of helping. Sorry.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: acne, blog, cockroach, dance class, edward, extracurriculurs, Faculty Follies, fail, film festival, food, funny, grapes, hero, high school, humanitarian, internship, Macbeth, martyr, math, murder, post, sleepy, smart, students, stupid, Sushi, Taiwanese Film Festival, taxi, Twilight, Whitney
“I haven’t posted in a while.” I hate when people say that in their returning post. I’ve just said it, so flog me now…
Actually, don’t. ‘Twould be painful.
Today there was a cockroach in dance class and Marivel freaking just picked it up. It was huge. And Sushi just ran around going, “Don’t kill it!” Now Marivel’s her hero. But Sushi wouldn’t pick up the cockroach either. What kind of martyr would she be?!
Why is Sushi so funny? She just is, she doesn’t do anything to be funny. Actually when she tries it’s kind of fail. Which in turn makes it funny.
I’m going to the Taiwanese Film Festival tomorrow. Huzzah for my first film fest ever. I hope it’ll be fun. At least my internship is paying for my food.
Sometimes I worry I don’t have enough extracurriculurs. Then I worry that I am stupid because who am I going to compare myself to? All the other smart people at Whitney? I wish I knew what most other high school students did to see if I’m just fail at Whitney or fail everywhere.
Our school keeps getting worse and worse, it seems. We’re still really good, but it seems each year the students get less smart and I doubt we are as good as we were before. Oxford is catching up, and they’re the imposters. How can the imposters beat the original? Anyway, someone told me it was because the district started picking the students for us. They have to be fair, so the smartest from each school gets in. That means some of the smart people don’t get in.
Yes, it’s more fair but do you know the consequences of this? Every year our grades go down, and some smart kids who don’t make it in start thinking their dumb. The good students from an okay school aren’t necessarily better than the bad kids at a better school. What I mean is that the top three from one school could be worse than the top ten at another school. And if we are supposed to take in the kids with potential, shouldn’t we take in the smartest of the total?
Why do I get so sleepy in math? It’s like the moment I walk in I’m sleepy. But I never fall asleep, my conscience doesn’t let me. Like Macbeth. Not that I killed anyone…
And it sucks because I want to pay attention but I just don’t get it. And Ms. Breik’s voice droning on makes me want to sleep.
Today was also Faculty Follies. Twas not so great as the ones in the past but there were still funny moments. When they were playing taxi and they said “OMG I haven’t seen Twilight yet” I said, “I’m right here.” And when they were looking for a crisis for the improv Miya said, “Grapes.” And we all laughed and disturbed the acne-happy people next to us. Huzzah!
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Arizona Dream, Edward Cullen, grapes, Johnny Depp, Robert Pattinson, Twilight, vampire, Vincent Gallo
OMFG.
“There’s this stupid thing from Arizona Dream, with Vincent Gallo and Johnny Depp, where Vincent Gallo does this thing, [in Gallo's American accent] “Two shots, two beers.” So every time I buy drinks, I go “Two shots, two beers!” I love that film so much. ” – Robert Pattinson
Am I not Edward Cullen?
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: grapes, Sweeney Todd, what's eating gilbert grape, Twilight, Edward Cullen, Gilbert Grape, shiny, shimmer, glitter, sparkle, Epiphany, livejournal
Read this and tell me Gilbert is not Edward. Oh my god, it’s all fitting together now. What’s eating Gilbert Grape? I am so pale that I too, would shimmer in the field.
EPIPHANY!
I found this on livejournal, it was made by tigerlily_icons