Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Arizona Dream, Before Night Falls, Bon Bon, costume, creativity, directing, dragon, dragon lady, Ernest, Johnny Depp, Julian Schnabel, La Poo Poo, Lieutenant Victor, Mika, mom, movies, Pirates of the Caribbean, psychology, references, SAT, screenplay, summer, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Trader Joe's, We Are Golden
Oh what fun it is to scan SAT practice tests onto my computer and try to write a screenplay, hey! Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg. That has always irritated me. Whatever, it’s what I’m doing right now – scanning SAT practice tests and working on my first feature-length screenplay. I read it today and realized how much I relied on dialogue. No! Not good! Stop! Not good! You’re burning all the food, the shade, the rum!
To expand on my praise for “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” yesterday, I would just like to say this. Julian Schnabel, I must watch more of your movies. For many reasons not limited to because Johnny Depp dresses like a woman in “Before Night Falls” and also plays Lieutenant Victor. What a nasty man is Lieutenant Victor.
If I get any of this wrong, please don’t tar and feather me. It’s been a while since I maintained my library of Johnny Depp trivia and my computer is in no state for me to check it quickly. I can imagine the neurons devoted to Johnny Depp trivia in my brain (if there is such a thing – which would be kind of sad) dying one by one from lack of use. Ah psych 101. The things you teach me. Like endorphins, which made me do the Drew Barrymore Syndrome in class. I hope no one saw that.
“Gives one the feeling of being in love.” “You don’t say…”
It’s the little things in life that make us smile. Like Johnny Depp references. And eating a whole bag of kettle corn before you realize that you’ve eaten a whole bag and emptied the equivalent of a gallon of sugar into your system.
While in the bathroom, I thought back to the moment I realized that I wanted to be a director. 11-years-old, creating a tour of Mesopotamia video for school. We didn’t have the money or the means to create an actual ziggurat, so we printed a picture out and moved our camera toward it. To simulate a long journey, we filmed back and forth on the same seven-foot stretch of hedge, with my friend’s little brother panting behind the camera for sound effects. It was impulsive thinking, it was creative, because we didn’t have anything.
Watching the extra features on “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly”, they did the same thing – but more sophisticated. A good use of camera angles and colors excited me more than a good story. It felt like finally, this was art. As I’ve mentioned, “Arizona Dream” felt similar to this, as did “Across the Universe”.
The summer has taken a turn for the better. Tomorrow Miya and Nobu are coming over for an 80’s movie marathon, and by the looks of it Club Retrospect has been approved. Huzzah!
Sorry for the lack of Ernest & La Poo Poo updates. It’s been difficult for me to even find time for my own blog, I’ll really try to find time for theirs but I can’t promise anything.
My mom and I have been hanging out because really, there’s no other option. But it’s fun when there are only two of you because you’re more free to make your own plans. I could never have my friends over if my dad was home, and especially if the house had not stayed somewhat clean. Which it wouldn’t have if my sisters were home.
I can’t wait for tomorrow, and I can’t wait to go to Trader Joe’s today and find more awesome possible birthday foods. Mostly, I can’t wait to fail my first psych test and realize that maybe I should study.
I just realized that “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” has unseated PotC as my second-favorite movie. To be honest, PotC wasn’t my second-favorite, it was only there as an obligation to acknowledge how prevalent it’s been in my life. I could never bring myself to put something before it on a list besides “Arizona Dream”, though. Congrats. I think I’ll watch PotC now…while no one’s home.
I’m busy working on the dragon costume anyway. Oh yeah, I went to Halloween Club and asked for a dragon costume. They showed me a dragon lady costume. I know it’s nothing, they were just trying to help me out and showing me their only options, but it’s sort of funny. In a racial way…and yet…whatever. It’s just…funny. I can’t explain it.
Costume-making isn’t so bad. It’s nice to have something you’re working toward. A goal, I guess, but not necessarily. This stop-motion keeps me optimistic that this summer will not go to waste.
In other news, MIKA’s new single is called “We Are Golden”. Huzzah.
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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.
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?
So. I guess I’m no better than Sushi, because I didn’t learn this until now.
I was wondering why I had so little comments, when I found a few in the spam folder. But akismet or whatever it’s called had already helpfully deleted a couple hundred more.
So if you commented and it never showed up,
PLEASE COMMENT AGAIN!
It really boosts my morale and could keep La Poo Poo from being deleted. My life is pretty pathetic.
Aw, heck. If you’ve never commented, comment! If your comment was never deleted, comment!
Before I used to see the number of spam comments akismet had saved me from and be so grateful. “Akismet is great!” I would think. Grrrrr. It’s an evil monster who robbed me of confidence boosts! I suppose saving a few good comments from a pile of spam is better than deleting a bajillion spam comments from a pile of good ones.
And thank you, before I forget my manners in my comment greed.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: career, chorus, cliff, dramatic, English, Ernest, Holocaust, La Poo Poo, Lord of the Rings, movie, MUN, Pink Panther, project, the Pink Panther 2, video, Ziploc
In case you were stubborn and did not go to La Poo Poo’s blog to find out what happened to Ernest, here’s the summary.
Ernest is floating in a air-filled Ziploc bag in the middle of the Caribbean.
Scandalous!
Wow. Today was a tres stressed out day. Although, I don’t stress out as much now as I did in say, 8th grade. Fun. “Say, 8 o’ clock? Say, my room?” Bet you can’t figure that one out. One of the cheesiest jokes in one of the cheesy-in-a-good-way-except-for-that-joke movies: “The Pink Panther”. I can’t believe I’m looking forward to the sequel. Except that they managed to cast another bad actress in the leading role.
During lunch I went to a slightly pointless (for me) MUN meeting when I would have rather gone to see the career speaker. Gah. And then I went to sit with Miya, where we attempted to take good pictures. Tee hee.
There has been naught going on. Sushi’s fail slips out of my mind at the moment but huzzah when it returns? Yesh, I’m just sitting around half the day editing the English project. Trailer 2 is finished! Huzzah. Well it might end up as the only trailer because I really don’t like the other one. The other trailer I only made because I wanted to use music that’s been very popular in trailers lately, the chorus going , “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha HAAAAAAAAAAAH” And no, they’re not laughing. It’s very dramatic. And then it ends with this fizzy whoosh. Like driving up a mountain only to find it is a cliff.
So trailer 1 ended up being like the lovechild of a Holocaust movie and Lord of the Rings. Exciting.
Okeeday, another pointless post. I’m gonna go work on the project now. Huzzah.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: blog, edit, English, Ernest, fail, India, jazz, La Poo Poo, movie, project, routine, Sushi
If anyone reads Ernest’s blog and is wondering about the sudden lack of posts, I advise you to check out La Poo Poo’s latest post. I know he’s pretentious but it’s very necessary.
The reason for my lack of updates – English project. Is it dorky that I can’t wait to work on it every day? Like writing, I’ve realized that I could do this every day.
What is there to write about…Sushi came back from India. What was fail was that she was the only one in our group who did the jazz routine correctly – and she was half asleep.
I’m going to go edit my project now. Truth be told, I was already doing that.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: La Poo Poo, Johnny Depp, Sushi, James bond, music, stealthy, lyrics, Simple Plan, migrant worker song, song, Santa Baby, One Republic, Dreaming Out Loud, apathy, justify, Someone to Save You, Tyrant, Lethal Shot, Eartha Kitt, conviction, When I'm Gone, acoustic guitar, happy-go-lucky, wheat field, Americana, jeans, commercial, Blow, hair
This song, of the same title, makes me think of happy-go-lucky people rocking side to side in a wheat field to the sound of an acoustic guitar.
Much in the same way as the Migrant Worker Song.
As it played meaninglessly in the background while I did my homework, a line in particular stood out to me. “Steal my bones from a thousand miles apart.” One Republic is very good at strange confusing lines that don’t seem to mean a thing or relate to the rest of the song except in sounding deep. There I go again, almost typing “depp”. Silence, subconscious! I am not returning to my former ways. I can say that with almost as much conviction as Sushi when she denies relations with James Bond now.
Isn’t it strange that Eartha Kitt died exactly a week after we torment Sushi about “Santa Baby” and her private affairs with her boyfriend? Who is, one of the world’s most lethal killers besides La Poo Poo and Lethal Shot?
Some of One Republic’s favorite words are “apathy” and “justify”. Listen to their album “Dreaming Out Loud” and you’ll hear those two words several times in different songs. Oftentimes in other unrelated-sounding lines.
And what about this, from “Tyrant”?
“Watching myself when I’m taking strides but here comes the moon and it feels and it feels like an informer quick run away hide before they see you, you know it is all, all a glow.”
Sounds stealthy to me. No, it is really just “stealthy” worded in a very pretty and deep-sounding way. Because repeating “stealthy” makes one seem extremely dumb.
Plus, a double offender from “Someone to Save You”:
“Apathy in disguise
Crept on you like a spy
Hurt you in ways you can’t describe”
This is both stealthy and contains “apathy” in it. Huzzah.
I don’t know the point of this post either. I think it was to share the image of the people in the wheat field. It’s got an Americana-filled jean commercial starring guys with Johnny Depp hair from “Blow” (the early days sequences). Goodnight and goodluck.
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I saw this on notcot and laughed.
It’s a beaver trying to be as awesome as La Poo Poo. I’m sure that wasn’t the intention of the artists but that’s the way I see it.
Actually, the whole ski thing is Miya’s version of La Poo Poo. For me, he just is. Kind of like the way they describe Winnie the Pooh on the back cover of The Tao of Pooh. Which my dad thinks is imposterful because it is Western trying to be Chinese philosophical. Shun shun shun, apparently. I read a bit of it on the Amazon sample thingy and twas interesting.
I borrowed The Restaurant at the End of the Universe today. I know it’s online, but I wanted to read a version without typos so that my OCD could rest a bit. You can’t skim through Douglas Adams stuff. Whenever I start skimming, the mass of words contains so much sciency/fake vocab that I just give up skimming and read it word for word. And if you skim you miss jokes so huzzah.
Yes, I borrowed “Wonder Pets Save the Beetles” today. After ten minutes of staring at the cover and telling my sister that no, we shouldn’t borrow the new Tinkerbell movie, I realized that the Wonder Pets were dressed up as Beatles imposters. I was wondering if I should also borrow the CD but I decided it was too much at one time to be considered sane by the librarian who checks out the books.
Also today, I got my shopping revenge. Huzzah. Now I’m just too scared to wear it to school. Countless years of t-shirt and jeans is hard to “eraaaaaaaaase”. I realized sitting at my desk doing nothing that 2nd period is like a great parade of what you’re wearing, if you’re late, and if you slept the night before. No one’s late to class except to the first one in the morning. Coincidentally, I have almost no friends in that class. I have nice friends in English. The ones you talk to but by no means joke about “Santa Baby” with. Or Sushi’s love affairs.
Buying presents for teenagers is so freaking hard. Haha, you’re laughing with your finger pointed in that annoying way. Either you can bend only your pinky finger down or you realize that I’m a teenager too. Silence, that is beyond the point. My mom says I was born a grandma and I think I’m living Benjamin Button style. I am confused.
Speaking of which, the PE trailer has disappointed me. Where isss it!?!?!?!
Back on topic, it’s really easy to buy Miya things because I can just go get her Disney princesses or whatever. But some of my other friends want new perfect things with no Engrish on them. Ugh. What’s the fun in nonugly typoless merchandise? Because of people’s birthday’s coming up I had to venture into the Twilight section of Border’s and risk being taken for a Twilight fan!! Gaspethy scandal!
I think one of the greatest fails of my life is my “I Am” poem from 2nd grade. I put “I am a frisky funny girl…blah blah blah blah…etc…”
First of all, I was not perverted. Katherine means pure, okay?! Not that I believe it anymore, thanks to Miya telling me the meaning of “beaver”, among other things. The reason I put frisky was I read this poem in my orange storybook called “Frisky the squirrel”. Interpret that how you want but he basically ran “up and down the treetop”. God, the perversity never ends, does it? It was about nature! No, that’s not right either. I’m just going to shut up and pretend I never leaked this fail to the world.
Both Mika and Johnny Depp are in that middle stage when they’re not promoting anything. Quel boring for me. It’s quite exciting when ten new interviews pop up in a day. Except when they were filming “Public Enemies” and everyone in Wisconsin filmed grainy videos of Johnny Depp walking across the street. Better yet, extras waiting around for their cues. Huzzah. Yes, we really wanted to see that.
Shopping sucks sometimes. Like when you walk into a store like Forever 21 dressed in a monochrome t-shirt, jeans, humongous brown jacket that’s leaking feathers, and your old old old fob sneakers from Taiwan. It’s like you shouldn’t really be shopping there, and everybody knows that it’s not your style. And they shun you.
The other day this Asian lady dressed in a pj-ish white shirt that was a tad crookedly too short for her and some loose leggings (the kind little Asian children like myself wore in 1st grade) shunned me and my mother in her shoe store. She said hello to all the white people but not me. I even looked her in the eye and she still didn’t say anything until my mom picked up a shoe and looked like she was going to buy it.
Why are graphic t’s so expensive?!?! Gah.
I used to feel bad walking into Forever 21 because I wasn’t 21 yet. Fail fail fail.
So much fail in the post. In general on this blog. What is unfail? I don’t know. Seriously, I’m not as sarcastic as I sound. My angry Asian face doesn’t help the matter.
Here we go, some happiness to balance it all out: I love life! Tee hee hee hee! Unicorns and ponies! Love your life!
Isn’t that what they put on tote bags, especially at American Eagle? That and “Live. Laugh. Love.” It’s one of those sayings that sounds really nice and inspirational but you don’t think about it. And if you did there would be nothing there behind it. I need a bit of a longer, more specific quote to be inspired, unfortunately.
Ooh! “The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus” will be released Sep. 24. Huzzah huzzah huzzah.
After listening to many Mika interviews, I have concluded that what I’m doing with Ernest and La Poo Poo is very much like the whole idea behind “Billy Brown”, “Lollipop Girl”, and “Big Girl”. He says their living these soap operas – grounded in reality but completely surreal. Is not Ernest and La Poo Poo’s life well summed up in that statement?
Tomorrow is Sunday. The day I get to force feed my family my music on the drive to church. I’m particularly excited because of the Mika demos I downloaded yesterday.
Sorry if I sounded especially weird in this post, I don’t know what’s wrong with my English. It’s probably a mix of a Mika overdose/reading The Restaurant at the End of the Universe/those Scottish people in the “Macbeth” recording staying in my head.
We film tomorrow! Huzzah huzzah huzzah.
Filed under: sweet dreams are made of this | Tags: La Poo Poo, Pirates of the Caribbean, Sushi, James bond, Miya, Tim Burton, The Dark Knight, Public Enemies, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Mika, scandalous, dream, trailer, sunglasses, Kung Fu Panda, Erase, Santa Baby, India, ice skating, Emir Kusturica
Even Mika has them.
And yet I still don’t have them. Angela came by and delivered my present. She was my last hope because no one else had gotten them for me…but the ones she got me were like ski goggles/sleeping masks. At least now I can match La Poo Poo in stealthiness. I went to Claire’s and they didn’t sell them anymore anyways.
I had a dream about Mika last night. It was really odd, but when have my dreams not been odd? Mika came to our school and randomly performed onthe blacktop. And Miya and I were freaking out because DUH. (And we wanted to wail “Erase” – the ultimate angst song) Miya was like, “I’m going to request a song!” People don’t request songs at performances, but I was debating, “Big Girl” vs. “Erase”. So she went and asked him and he was like (internally – but I can read thoughts in dreams apparently, and when I’m Edward), ew your friend is ugly. Anyways, he sang “Erase” but it sucked because he didn’t wail the “erase” parts. And it was really fail, so our fan-ness just died. And then everyone went home because it was cold, except for me, because I didn’t have a car. So Mika was like…”I’ll give you a ride so you don’t die” and we drove in the tour bus through ice. And not so frozen ice - sludge – and we almost died. That was fun. What was weird was that later, people from my internship took over the ASB room and started making noodles and forcing me to eat it. And I had an iphone but I couldn’t text, but I know where that subconscious stuff came from.
Today we rented “The Dark Knight” and “Kung Fu Panda”. “Kung Fu Panda” was hilarious the first time around, but then Shannon came home and we had to watch it again. Unfortunately, like most animated movies, it was not so awesome the second time. Although I laugh every time at the awesome deflecting part. I stick up my feet. My sister says touching them is like holding ice in one’s hand. “The Dark Knight”…eh…it feels kind of hyped now. The kind of stuff Sushi loves because everyone has agreed to love it and because it is environmentally friendly/saves orphans. By the way, my dad didn’t know it was about Batman.
Sushi’s in her element right now, I think. India, saving people, medicine. Huzzah. And her love, James Bond. …Santa Baby…
Moving on. I’m going ice skating with my church tomorrow, so huzzah!
I finally cleaned my room. The plastic “treasure chest” is now in my closet. Which my sister won’t let me open because she’s scared of the Chinese opera mask inside.
I’m on the lookout for a new calendar. It’s really sad that I have to throw away the PotC one. It’s the last PotC wall decoration I have…which reminds me that I was once obsessed enough to buy a teen celebrity magazine (Tiger Beat or something like that) because of the PotC poster in the back. Gah. Today at Costco I saw one with vintage posters on it that was pretty cool but then I realized all of the posters were wine ads and there wasn’t much variety.
I watched CatCF (it was on TV) and realized how genius Tim Burton is. Before, shamefully I shall admit, I just liked his stuff because it was six degreed to Johnny Depp. No other director, I think, that I’ve seen besides Emir Kusturica, puts humor in so subtlely.
This post is so materialistic. Die. Oh yes, I’ve worn jewelry three times now. Scandalous.
Deeper things…um…”Public Enemies” trailer comes out the day after tomorroow!!!! And not even a website up yet…shun.
Yes, that attempt at deepness clearly failed.
PS. Miya, you drew me out of hibernation with your hilarious comment. I started grinning insanely.
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Sorry for not posting, I was busy working on my first fanvideo ever. It’s quite ironic that after I begin resistance I start doing stuff that PotC fans do. Speaking of resistance, weird PotC omens have been occurring to me. Yesterday I got that PotC extra credit question and something else happened…I can’t remember. Anyways, today Shalu had this huge PotC blanket kind of like the one Michelle gave me (except mine only has a freaking skull on it and she had Jack Sparrow – although what would happen if you wet your bed and your butt was on his face? Was that a scandalous double entendre? Oh no, shun.) and she kept waving it around behind me. I was afraid to turn around. And then Channel One did this story on pirates and for the first time ever, my homeroom decided to watch Channel One.
Anyways, I posted for this. See Jerry be stealthy behind Johnny Depp, and at the end, right NEXT TO YOU. He’s even got stealthy sunglasses like La Poo Poo.
That’s my motivation for posting today, my fanvideo is taking forever.
Also, apparently Pushing Daisies got canceled. NOOO. I love that show, even though I never watch it…oh…I guess that’s why it’s canceled.
