Filed under: Happiness is a Warm Gun | Tags: Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack Sparrow, fanfiction, books, park, dad, men, chick flicks, parties, high-speed Internet, Pirate English facebook, toilets, The Motorcycle Diaries, feeding ducks, little boys, Rob Kidd, Pride and Prejudice, Mr. Darcy, Julie and Julia, 500 Days of Summer
Happy happy birthday, la la la la laaaaaa. How exciting. The next party is someone’s wedding, and I can’t wait for that, as long as I can avoid the dance floor and I get a new dress. 
I know, it’s Monday and happiness is supposed to come to you on Sundays. I won’t tell if you don’t.
1. Parties. Now that I’ve tasted heaven I’m never going back. It wasn’t the food or the games or the decorations, although those helped. As cheesy as it sounds, my buddies made it the best birthday ever. The fact that they actually participated in my silly activities was enough to put a grin on my face. I was so worried we’d act like teenagers but we were children for one afternoon.
2. High-speed Internet. How I’ve missed you.
3. Pirate English facebook. Every time I sign in I’m greeted with the worst, cheesiest pirate slang ever. And I smile every time. Ye Olde Facebook brings a smile to my face. The best is when I forget about it and am completely surprised.
4. The Motorcycle Diaries. What a pleasant surprise. I remember when they won an Oscar for Best Original Song, and I was like…when is this performance over. Movie’s great though.
5. Toilets. I just had a moment of appreciation this week when I realized what life would be like if we had to scoop our own poop. Blarrrggghhh.
6. This morning as my mom and I were driving to check out some apartments we saw a dad and his two sons crossing the street to Regional Park. It was so cute because the older son who was like six or younger was holding a bag of bread to feed the ducks. Because Regional Park is a duck harem, we all know that. Old people like to go there to feed them, and Mexican families. Asian families are not fond of feeding ducks. I wish we were. Whell the father and sons were white, but the dad was carrying his little son, like where the kid sits on your arm…? And the little boy had blonde hair and his older brother had auburnish so my mom was like, talking about genetics…and I was just going, “awwwwwwwwwwwwww.” Okay I’ll admit to talking about genetics too. I said, “He must have a recessive gene.”
7. Talks with my mom where we complain about men. I never thought this day would come. We also watch chick flicks now. I keep suppressing the urge to ask her if she wants to see “Julie and Julia” or “500 Days of Summer” with the two tickets I got for my birthday. But I must save them. And I actually don’t really want to see “Julie and Julia”. Last night we watched “Pride and Prejudice”. And I finally understood the symbolism behind Mr. Darcy walking to Elizabeth’s house at the end. I’m too slow.
This was one happy week, but the explosion of the party made all the other little things fly out of my mind. I’m struggling to gather them back, so there’s only seven this week.
On a horrifying note, there is fanfiction for the Jack Sparrow book series by Rob Kidd. Blarklrewkrjwe. At least its not polluting the movie fanfiction section. Although sometimes it seeps in and I shun. No one needs to know Jack Sparrow’s past, and I don’t consider the series canon.
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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: Happiness is a Warm Gun, Uncategorized | Tags: Annenburg Space for Photography, art, books, city, civilization, Desiderata, fun, greatness, happiness, Jack Sparrow, LA Film Festival, Max Ehrmann, monopoly, nature, office, people, photographs, poetry, pointless, quotes, Westwood
I missed my happiness post this week, and maybe last week too? I can’t remember, but no matter!
1. Reading poetry out loud. Maybe it’s the elitist in me, but I love that I know the “correct” way to read poetry – which is nothing really, just following the punctuation rather than line division. It really helps when you’re trying to figure out the meaning of the poem. Whatever, it’s really beautiful either way. Try it, with this poem that is tattooed on one of the Jack Sparrow’s back in Davy Jones’ Locker.
It’s long, so savor the happiness.
Desiderata, by Max Ehrmann in the 1920’s.
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
2. People. Sometimes I’m holed up by myself, wallowing in misery, and the idea of being around other people is as attractive as eating a slug wrapped in the skin of a raccoon. The thing is, people always do something that makes me lift my head up again. I’d like to add something that I told Miya today, when she was feeling down. First she said “I feel like nothing I do will ever amount to anything.” I said, “I think that even if someone doesn’t do anything great they’ve been a part of so who is great’s life and thus they have contributed to greatness.” There are quotes about going out and doing things, quotes about keeping your head high and not caring about what others think, quotes about being yourself. But where are the quotes for when you feel like life is useless, a feeling that I know a lot of people get. That summarized eighth grade for me. Oh, wow. I had forgotten about eighth grade until this moment.
3. Books. I have more time to enjoy them now. Books hold so much. Everything they say is true, you could experience the world through a book – but it’s always better to live it for yourself. Still, they have the power to inspire you to go out and live what you see.
4. Photographs. I went to the Annenburg Space for Photography Saturday and I realized that in some ways photography is more beautiful than film. In other ways film is more beautiful than poetry – of course, and film may be more of my medium than photography is. The same goes with prose and poetry, photography and painting. But the silence of photography, and the stillness of it – it’s somewhat breathtaking. Portraits are my favorite – someone’s face, whether you know who they are or not, staring back at you for eternity. And you wonder what was happening in that moment, and what was going through their minds. What made them cry, or smile, or react in that way? Portraits make people vulnerable.
5. Days “out on the town” with your friends. Saturday was jam-packed with things to do, and it was just exciting to hang out with friends in the city. It’s not exciting in Cerritos, but Westwood during the LA Film Fest was a lot of fun. Even not during the Film Fest.
6. Shorts. I live in them now.
7. Nature. I never appreciated nature before, it was always something manmade that held my attention. But nature is so much more beautiful than anything we could create, perhaps with the exception of the office buildings where the Annenburg Space for Photography and my internship coordinator’s office is. That place was breathtaking – a grassy picnic area surrounded by three glass towers hundreds of feet tall. I’d love to work there, perhaps. Anyway, nature is just really complex and recently I’ve been imagining what our world looked like before we came and did whatever we did to it. Whenever I see a glimpse of nature surrounded by civilization, like that puddle (literally) of wetland I found at Huntington Beach yesterday, I clone it all over in my head and see what it used to be.
That’s all for this week. I’ve got to go play Monopoly with my sisters now.
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Hola, it is summer! Hola hola hola. Tomorrow I’m going to the LA Film Festival avec mine journalism internship. Excited? Actually, not that much, despite the fact that I asked for us to go. To be honest, I asked because “Public Enemies” is premiering there – but the $100 ticket price soon dampened my dreams.
I’d like to direct you all to Ernest and La Poo Poo’s blogs, where updates have been posted for you.
Every morning, I wake up and feel like something’s off. Something is off – I should be at school. It’s going to take me a bit of time to get used to this freedom. Usually I’m take no time in adjusting, and it’s at the middle of summer that I start missing school. Oh vell.
Next week I plan to go stake out the “Public Enemies” premiere with some friends. For now I’ll be content with finally doing some reading I never had time for during the school year. I went to Costco and bought three books, two of which are going to be returned tomorrow. The one remaining book is Public Enemies“, I’m almost ashamed to admit. Okay, Johnny Depp did inevitably factor into my reasoning, but I really am interested in reading about gangsters in the 30’s.
I should have known Sundays at Tiffany’s was going to be one big cheesy romance. The title indicates something that runs throughout the book – good writing exchanged for a quick and clever joke that is really just a cliche with a twist. Basically, every character says something clever every time they speak. The book, I’m sorry to say, reads like a mediocre fanfiction. At times I thought I was reading Twilight. The tenses kept switching back and forth. I could forgive the writer if the girl had actually died, but no. It turns out it was her mother, and so the girl’s mysterious vomiting is laid aside. Did I forget to mention there’s an epilogue? A bad sign. Harry Potter 7 had an epilogue, and that book may have been the worst out of the series. Well yes, in this book they have children too.
I’m willing to like a cheesy book if it’s somewhat well-written, even if it’s escapist and romantic. But this book was just a huge disappointment. The premise lures you in. Don’t be lured in.
Okay, book review’s over.
I’m doing my summer cleaning right now. Gah, it is a big fat hassle. I spent today cleaning to the tune of all my old CD’s. Embarassing Disney/nonDisney stuff, to say the least. Whatever, it’s a part of me I guess.
On the last day of school, we walked over to Towne Center and had lunch. Now I know what it feels like to be a hobo, because I only had three bucks on me so I had two things from the dollar menu at McDonald’s. Anyway, we saw a lot of old elementary school buddies, and not so buddies. I’ll just say that I’m grateful for being at my high school rather than the normal one. No matter how weird some of us get, we’re all guaranteed to be somewhat intelligent and sensible.
Then we walked to Sushi’s house and sat with her. Oh, wow. She’s in India right now. She was leaving midnight that day, but we just…walked into her house. And borrowed her wizard costume, huzzah! I hope Jonathan fits into it. Then Angela decided to go home because it was way too hot, so she left and we followed.
Oh yesh, Sushi’s keyboard makes the perfect noises for our soundtrack.
At Angela’s house, we ate her food, as usual. And played Taboo. I’ve decided – we will play at my birthday. Huzzah. Except that everyone kept using me as an example.
Amanda: Katherine is weird, right? So you would tell her to see a…
The answer is shrink, and yes, I got that one. Afterwards we went upstairs and Sunyoung had to go home. Amanda fell asleep for half an hour, Angela watched 90210 on her computer and played facebook games. I read H&M magazine. Did you know you can hire your own paparazzi for a day? Um…it’s the worst part of being a celebrity. But okay, if it floats your boat.
Finally Angela had to return her DVD’s to Ralph’s moviecube box, so off we went to borrow some more. Stupid box wouldn’t work. That’s the second time it hasn’t worked for me. We asked the cashier but she said, “We’re not associated with the box, but if you have any question you can call this number.” Beaurocratic much. I gave her much subtle attitude. Hahaha passive aggressive. No matter, we drove to Wal-Mart, with the much better Redbox, and rented “Tropic Thunder”. Of course we were sad that Redbox did not have “Pineapple Express”, which MovieCube did.
“Tropic Thunder”, as you may have heard, is one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen. Ben Stiller, you have redeemed your entire career with one movie.
Thinking of holding a meeting next week with everyone involved in the stopmotion. “Thinking…of putting in French doors actually.” Oh Jack Sparrow, why is your voice so strange in that deleted scene/blooper?
That is all. Goodnight and goodluck, everyone.
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I had been looking forward to the “Sherlock Holmes” movie coming out this summer, so I leapt at seeing the trailer. Not the whooping funny-sounds-are-coming-out-of-my-mouth leap but a decent-sized one. After watching the trailer, my enthusiasm had dwindled to even lower proportions. Remember when I said that Sherlock Holmes seemed to be riding off of Jack Sparrow’s formula for success? Heroic scoundrel, unconventional, all that jazz. I thought maybe it was just my tendency to be biased regarding Jack Sparrow, but apparently I’m not the only one.
New York Magazine’s Vulture says, “It was no small letdown to watch this brand-new trailer for the movie, in which we learn that it’s simply your basic Jason Bourne-style actioner in which the titular hero battles ghosts and is played as a near relative of Captain Jack Sparrow who borrows clothes from Watson. Yawn!”
Moving on, there was a massive movie marathon at my house these past two days. I didn’t end up seeing “Star Trek” for monetary reasons – although I expect it’s awesomeness will dwindle on the small screen – but I did see several decent movies. Like “Bottle Shock”. I may have a bias toward indie movies as well, but I loved it immediately. It didn’t wow me like “Arizona Dream”, however, only gave me that heartwarming something’s-been-added-to-my-life feeling. Alan Rickman, you are so weird and your French sounds just as stilted as mine. I still don’t know whether I like you because you are an excellent actor or because you are in more than one Johnny Depp movie.
Speaking of six degrees, “City of Ember” gets kudos for casting Grandma Georgina, Smee, and Ragetti/Shujoy/Snoop Dogg. Grandma Georgina, it’s as if they plopped the same character in different movies with varying degrees of hair messiness. Other than that, “City of Ember” had good points (mainly Bill Murray) but was unfulfilling. Made me not want to read the book anymore. “Yes Man” similarly had good points, more so than “City of Ember”, but sometimes Jim Carrey would get a little overenthusiastic with the comedy. And I’m a little embarassed to admit that I’d have been a fan of Munchausen by Proxy.
Late reviews, I know. Then there was “What Just Happened”, the artsiest movie out of the four I saw today. Believe it or not, it was somewhat inspiring. I would have appreciated it more watching by myself, thanks to the lack of captions and scandalous notions, but I did like it. It’s one of those movies where you don’t see how good it is until it’s ended and you see the whole picture. I also hate how we spent ten minutes arguing about whether it was the real Bruce Willis.
I guess this is just a movie update then. Huzzah?
Filed under: sweet dreams are made of this | Tags: acting, child abuse, dentist, dilemna, directing, dream, entertainment, giants, Jack Sparrow, movies, orchestra, shots, theater, tuberculosis
Next year is still befuddling me.
Vince, who was in Bottom Locker with me in 8th grade, came around asking us to sign his petition so that he could run for Commissioner of Spirit. Then, offhandedly, he looks at me and says, “Why aren’t you acting anymore?”
Destruction immediately ensued, and now I am in internal turmoil. How can I be in school plays if orchestra is on Mondays? And how do I fit theatre lab into my schedule? I know I’ve decided to pursue directing but that doesn’t mean I have to give up acting.
His comment also confused me. Why would someone take notice of the fact that I had been acting? Was I actually any good? Because I always felt that I sucked. Maybe it was my dad always telling me that I didn’t know how to let myself go. In fact, when I told him that I wanted to act again, he said, “but didn’t you not make it into the third Bottom Locker?” Thanks.
He’s so protective. That’s not a bad thing, but when it comes to the entertainment business you have to start. You can’t wait for things to come to you. And I want to get a head start, but he won’t let me until I’m done with college and all of that. I might get raped at an audition, and shady people are everywhere in my internships.
I can’t go on ranting about this to my friends in a whiny, “decide my life for me” voice. But I can’t go to school advisor either until I’ve sorted out my thoughts, because if I don’t they’ll inevitably ask me, “what are you asking me?” My parents would just launch me into another sitting of “I’m not trying to discourage you but the film industry sucks.”
Enough with this “you don’t know what you’re getting into” stuff. I know it’s not glamorous and I’ll probably end up a hobo! Who doesn’t wish they could look into the future and see if they’re making the right choice?
Yesterday I took six shots at the doctor’s office and now my arm hurts like it got pooped on from the inside. My unrelenting doctor made me take another TB test. Of course it’s going to show that I do have tuberculosis, because when I was little I took a TB immunization shot that will forever make me seem like I have TB.
Sometimes I hate having spent my toddler years in Taiwan, because this doctor will not believe that it is just the immunization shot. My other doctor, who is from Taiwan, understands perfectly.
Another problem for Chinese babies is that blue spot we all get on our butts when we’re little. It goes away for most as we grow older, but if some American gets a look at the blue spot, they instantly think: child abuse. And the poor fobby parents never get a chance to prove otherwise. Besides, they’re the suspects and the child is just a little kid whom no one believes. How helpless.
I had an awesome dream last night regarding rebuilding a city, giant people (okay, one of them), the evil sister of Jack Sparrow, and escaping from bullets by running with a giant box held to my back. It was epic, and only getting more epic when Angela called to ask for my dentist’s address.
Dr. Frank, why must you be everywhere?
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I have no ugly pictures because I’ve recently fallen back in love with interior design. Confession: when I was in sixth grade I drew blueprints for fun. And I loved to imagine redecorating my room.
The problem was that we didn’t own our own house so I could never paint my walls. Never mind that, I didn’t know what color to paint my walls. In elementary, I was still just wandering around without a favorite movie (Arizona Dream), singer (Mika), or color (purpluh.). Now I kind of know who I am.
Instead, I have now a large collection of pretty rooms. And no awesome art to display today. Unfortunate.
I’ll now go scavenging for awesome stuff to blog about. Huzzah. It’s nice though, that this will no longer be just my life thrown up into a toilet bowl and served to the world.
PS. My sister changed the wallpaper to tiled pictures of Abraham Lincoln. And she warned me, but I desperately had to use the computer. DIEEEEEE. It was like the Wicked Witch of the West and water.
Fail. My scavenge was a disaster. Anyway, I’m trying to come up with cheap birthday ideas. Remember, I’m aiming for a six degrees of Grapes kind of thing. So that I can huzzah everywhere I turn. Huzzah. Silence, naysayers who bring up that my birthday is 8ish months away. It does take me this long, because if not, it will be a fail. Who knows, it might still be a fail.
Inspiration! listaddicts at blogspot posted about the famous people she would like to invite to a bbq. Huzzah? Yes.
1. Mika – can you imagine how crazy things would get? Also, Miya and I could wail “Erase” with him. Like in my dream.
2. Johnny Depp – because my ex-obsession still obligates me to include him in everything.
3. Orlando Bloom – so we can throw him in a corner, pointing and laughing. Or maybe, someone will mistake him for a steak and cook him, since he looks like a cow. That’s what he gets for freeing Jack from the fire the stupid way in my “At Worlds End” game. Agh, we shouldn’t be so hard on him. He’s not so bad – not like Miley Cyrus. Shun.
4. Nntesh – because he is best singer/rapper there is. And Angela and I could fangirl and get free merchandise.
5. Oprah/Ellen – because. Free stuff.
6. That guy from the bird documentary – Because he’s got the ability to recite documentary spiel while sitting next to two mating seagulls.
7. The cast of the beaver documentary – STEALTHY.
8. Freddie Highmore – so that we can finally get him an American accent. Although he and Johnny Depp might group together and shun the rest of us.
I went slightly overboard, but only having 3 people would be kind of a bummer party. Wow. I’m kind of picky.
But wait! This post isn’t over yet.
I know I’m kind of slow on a lot of things so this might be old to some of you.
Rayban glasses (Johnny Depp sunglasses in my book) now can be colored by yourself! They send you blank ones that you color in and huzzah omg. Regarde.
No more will there be dilemna between red (Mika) purple (because it is huzzah) or animal print (Johnny Depp). Knowing me, I will never get these, and two, if I did, I would screw them up.
Man: Hey Grapes, nice sunglasses.
Grapes: Thanks.
Man: Shame your indigestive cat got to them.
Poop. Next post: kids shows adults can enjoy. And no, it’s not sesame street with its references and “preschool musical”. Shun. Also, the unveiling of my newest favorite kids show, discovered this morning during a bout of severe laziness.
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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.
