Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: 80's, acting, Arizona Dream, army, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Corpse Bride, costars, cougar, directing, dress, Ed Wood, fanfiction, fangirl, Francis Ford Coppola, Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp, Lori-Anne Allison, Numb3rs, Pirates of the Caribbean, Private Resort, Rob Morrow, scandalous, shopping, shun, sushmita, Tetro, The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus, The Jolly Roger, ticket sales, Tu, Vajoliroja, Vincent Gallo, weight, yacht
I went shopping with my mom today and bought a dress. Ah, mundane details. Although, this is the second dress I’ve bought since I was six that was not for a violin recital.
Dresses are so freeing, and there is so much irony in that statement.
I’m working on Sushmita chapter nine. There’s a sentence that hasn’t been heard in a while. Is it sad that I actually have to consult the PotC 1 script to write this thing now, whereas only five months ago I could have written the script off the top of my head? Yes, but I have to get past PotC!!!
It doesn’t look good, for one thing, when you tell someone you want to be director, and you say, “Yes, my favorite movie is Pirates of the Caribbean,” because they immediately take you for a fangirl.
For one, I am not a fangirl…I just happen to know that Johnny Depp weighs 150 lbs and currently lives aboard his yacht, the Vajoliroja, which is a play off of “The Jolly Roger” and is composed of the first two letters of his family member’s names. Not impressed? He was also married to Lori-Anne Allison in the 80’s for three years, and she was older than him. I smell a cougar. Hopefully she was nothing like Joyce.
“…Hiiii Miiiiyaaaaa….”
I’ll stop now because I feel like I’m exploiting him, and if he ever read this he’d bite my nose off. Or ignore me for the rest of my life, something that, while it will probably happen, I hope it will never occur. I apologize, Johnny Depp; you were wonderful in “Ed Wood”. That’s one of the few movies where I’ve had to remind myself that I was watching Johnny Depp.
What now, what now. “Numb3rs” was on last night 
but every time I see uglycooldude I remember the beach montage from “Private Resort”. Oh, Rob Morrow. You will never live down the one movie you did with Johnny Depp when you were both unknown, and also the fact that you named your daughter Tu. Say it. Out loud. “You’re impossibly fast.” No, it’s more like “If you seek Amy.”
Speaking of old Johnny Depp costars who somewhat disappeared, “Tetro” is Francis Ford Coppola’s newest film, and his most personal. And guess who it stars? “Breast, Axel. Big beautiful breasts”. Yes, Vincent Gallo, how did you guess? “Arizona Dream”, why dost thou inspire me so? Johnny Depp himself wasn’t that great in it. Scandalous statement, I know, but there were a lot of Johnny Depp habits in it. Like how when his character gets angry he does a lot of swooping hand gestures and head tilting.
Sorry if I ruined every film he’s ever done for you except “Ed Wood”, CatCF, and PotC. And “Corpse Bride”, but that wasn’t physically him.
Although, he once said that if there isn’t a part of you in a role then you’re lying, not acting. So maybe I’ll forgive him, because it’s not like many people are better.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to “Tetro”, because oh goodness it’s Vincent Gallo, and it’s also the first Francis Ford Coppola movie I will see. Scandalous, coming from a wannabe director. Please don’t shun me.
Also, when they analyze the bound-to-be hugemongous ticket sales for TIoDP, they’d better not think that we’re all there to see Heath Ledger, and forget Johnny Depp’s loyal slightly massive army of fangirls.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: elementary, gift guide, juvenile, Miya, open house, school, shun, teacher
Tonight was my elementary school’s open house, and all went well-ish. Teachers recognized me and Amanda got shunned a lot. But the most awkward was my fourth grade teacher.
Amanda forced me to go into his room because she was avoiding Joshua…blah blah blah. And then we were being kind of weird so my teacher started looking at me… so I had to say hi. Then he walked towards us but then it was really shunful and awkward so he moved away again. Shuuuunnnn.
I apologize for this extremely juvenile post – not that my other posts are not juvenile – but I must record this for when I am sixty and can relive this horrible moment. Hi, old Grapes. How are you? Is your hair black still?
Stay tuned tomorrow for Miya’s gift guide. Twill be exciting!
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: La Poo Poo, Ernest, Douglas Adams, Sushi, music, Miya, Public Enemies, Mika, beaver, shopping, big girl, teenagers, Twilight, scandalous, imposter, shun, Billy Brown, Macbeth, Santa Baby, Wonder Pets, notcot.org, busy beaver, Winnie the Pooh, The Tao of Pooh, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, Wonder Pets Save the Beetles, love affairs, presents, Benjamin Button, old soul, fails, I Am, Frisky the Squirrel, perverse, Wisconsin, Forever 21, American Eagle, The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus, release date, Lollipop Girl, film
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.
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I came home today from the first trek to Costco I’ve made in forever and at my sister’s request opened up Youtube. It feels like I’m back to 3 AM the night the Sweeney Todd trailer came out, but much less exciting, and I doubt my insane happiness will last three months this time because it’s only a picture and not the first time I’ve heard Johnny Depp sing. But I still made weird noises for a minute.
May I present the Mad Hatter from Tim Burton’s “Alice in Wonderland”. (it’s so AWEsome it gets a frilly introduction and a PotC reference)
I hope you are as freaked out as I am. This would go on my Wall of Fear, if I was ever stupid enough to make one. Maybe between Abe Lincoln and a Doodleworks cast picture. And Johnny Depp’s beard from the Golden Globes two years ago (when he wore the red shirt under the jacket and the red hankerchief and my dad basically shunned his outfit. And I was sad until the end of 9th grade when I realized the beard freaked me out and that something had gone wrong in my mind when Johnny Depp’s facial hair freaked me out. I must have seen too many of those “obese celebrities” pictures because they really like to use the picture from that year’s Golden Globes.)
I don’t think this happiness will last three months, however, because I suspect I’m PMSing right now and the excitement of the picture would die by the time I was done PMSing.
I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have cramps and a bad stomachache (digestion-caused) at the same time. Note to God: This does not mean that I would like to try it out.
I’m about to encounter spoilers for “Public Enemies”. I thought I would resist, but I was too weak. So I clicked the link, read the beginning, and now I’m not sure what to do.
Oh my gosh! Billy Crudup is J. Edgar Hoover. Six degrees to Big Fish – Norther Winslow – dentist – EVERYTHING.
…I read it. I feel like I’ve lost a part of my soul. Haha. Actually I feel kind of numb. I’m not sure whether I killed the movie or not…the impact may hit a few minutes later. It wasn’t like Sweeney Todd, where I read an early script and read too far.
I also skimmed through Oprah’s new “Book of Happiness”, stealthily, of course. There were a lot of old, strong, independent women in it. Tee hee. I did not buy, it of course. If I went on Oprah’s show she would give it to me for free. The silver lining in everything is that the worse it is, the likelier Oprah will invite you on her show and give you free stuff.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Amanda, birthday, blog, clump, comment, computer, crash, davy jones, delusional, deviantart, dinner, disclaimer, dog, Down Syndrome, dressup, eight-year-old, Ernest, eyes, idiot, jazz, La Poo Poo, lollipop, mustache, plagiarism, pop rock, random, rock powder, saliva, scandalous, shun, stealthy, stupid teenager, Sushi, troll
I was eating a pop rock lollipop dip thing when the rock powder started to clump from my saliva.
This made me laugh.
http://bowie-spawan.deviantart.com/art/Playin-in-Davy-s-Locker-46575836
Okay, that was random.
I got a comment on La Poo Poo’s blog from this lady who said that downsyndrome dot com has been stealing my posts without permission or credit. She was like, “what should we do?”
Troll the place! Just kidding. But I just thought it was stupid that they didn’t realize La Poo Poo was a dog or Ernest was an idiot. La Poo Poo even got a comment asking for help about this lady’s eight year old son.
Shun shun shun shun.
Anyways, I have now eaten and my belly is full. So no more shunning. I had to abandon this post briefly because my sister’s computer died.
Gah. Nothing to write. Nevermind, bye.
Oh yesh. Jazz is so weird. And I just realized how stealthily scandalous my title is.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Johnny Depp, Jack Sparrow, fanfiction, ballet, Jonas Brothers, Mika, stealthy, big girl, nostalgia, song, weird, dream, Grace Kelly, German, cheer, happy, piano, trill, blasphemy, comps, voting, elections, gym, politics, Obama, old people, booths, stooping, discretion, dancers, camera, David Letterman, Sweeney Todd London Press Conference, Japanese children interviews, sledgehammer, Nick Jonas, Channel 18, Hollywood, cheese, shun
I was watching “Grace Kelly”, which I haven’t in so long, and I felt like it was back to when I first heard Mika’s music. Weird and nostalgic…so here’s the “Grace Kelly” music video to cheer someone up with a stealthily angry song. I also saw a “Big Girl” video with weird old guys speaking German or something but that’s not important…
I really like the little piano thing in the beginning before the song starts. The trillish thing.
Tomorrow’s the first day of comps and I am freaked out slightly, but not really. It doesn’t feel like comps. I came home and was like, “cool, more time for fanfiction writing”. I wish I could quit school and just do random things. But what kind of blasphemy is that for a Whitney student!?
More political ranting today. People were voting in the gym, and when the dance class passed by people kept screaming “Obama!” and I was just like…yeah…okay. I’ll just leave the nice old people to be freaked out in their little stealthy tables. Why don’t they make those booths higher? Everyone’s always stooping over them. Part of the image of voting is hunching over the booth to fill in a bubble…with discretion.
The ballet test was today. Ms. Flowers pepped us up by telling us that it takes ballet dancers 10 years to get perfect form. Um. Yeah, I felt so energized after that. I think we’re all getting A’s because
1. We’re grading ourselves
2. She filmed it, and her camera work basically cut everyone out of the shot, thus defeating the purpose.
I’m watching a David Letterman Johnny Depp interview for like the seventh time (only 7 because I don’t like it that much – not like the Sweeney Todd London Press Conference or Japanese children interviews) and I just noticed again that David Letterman referred to Jack Sparrow as “it”. Does anyone have a sledgehammer? Just kidding.
Anyways, so since the Jonas Brothers randomly popped up in my dream, I decided I would go try out some Jonas Brother’s fanfiction for a good laugh.
I did find some well-written stuff (okay like one) but just the fact that it was the Jonas Brothers cracked me up.
Most of them went like, “I woke up, went to the bus, and my best friend Nick sat down next to me!”
Or some variation. Whenever a fanfiction starts with “I woke up” or has a beginning where someone wakes up, I run away. They are never good. Just the fact that they woke up as a beginning repels me.
I can hear the Channel 18 music for their Hollywood segments. The music always gets me excited, but then they end up talking about cheese for 30 seconds. Shun you.
