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Psst. Guess where I am?
Huzzah! I am at school 
and this is not my phone.
It’s cooler than it sounds. We hide in the corner under the watchful eye of “Il Padrino” and Charlie Chaplin. And Ingrid Bergman, looking over Humphrey Bogart’s shoulder. Can I please steal some of these movie posters? Ugh. On the far wall is “Gone With the Wind”.
Dr. Frank strikes again! Go away, fatteh. Good god, why are you everywhere?
Miya thinks she’s beautiful, but it’s okay because she’s looking through a funhouse mirror. Teehee. “I am beautiful!” Whatever. Christina Aguilera thought the same thing, and so did millions of fattehs sitting in the corner listening to her single, maybe even singing along.
I have nothing to talk about. Hence the moment of cruelty, but only because Miya is sitting next to me looking up Cherry Blossom Festival 09 for AP Human and she continues to insist she’s easy on the eyes.
“So. You admit. You have deceived me. Weapons!” I’m really bored. Sayonara, Japanese goodbye. Unfortunately “Sayonara” is not one of the movies on the wall in this media lab. Not that I’d want to have it up.
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After posting my last post, I waited for some caring person to reach out and pull me away from the toxic bubbling goo of obsession. Then my internet died, because I had entered into Sequoia National Park. And I was in the middle of a particularly well-written fanfiction too. I know, well-written and fanfiction in the same sentence? Please excuse me, I was stuck in a car in the middle of orange-growing land. I was, and am, also sad because the space key on my Blackberry no longer makes that cool clicky noise anymore. My city-dweller instincts kicked in and I clung to the last source of civilization I had. Until it too died on me. So I proceeded to play brickbreaker.
But no, I took a few good photos that did not include my family standing dorkily against the backdrop of a “Welcome to Sequoia National Park” sign, and I did a good Mr. Bean impression that unfortunately will forever be captured on tape.
Now we’re on our way to Yosemite, so I apogize for this half-assed post. I’m just trying to get you guys something to read before I’m once again thrown into the wilderness. Soon I will have only my ipod and brickbreaker to keep me company.
Sayonara, Japanese goodbye…
Which reminds me: I spent last night watching old movies on amc (Mad Men!) like “The Untouchables” (sadly, I missed Sean Connery but I saw a photo of him), and “In the Line of Fire”. Also, the end of “13 Going On 30″, which if I keep randomly running into, could become a guilty pleasure of mine. Next to “The Pink Panther”. I also spent the night hastily changing channels when eharmony and Viagra-type commercials came up. Viagra commercials are stealthy. They start out all happy and normal, and then BAM. But I also had to make sure I saw a few ads for “Mad Men”. Speaking of, I’ll be missing “Numb3rs” tonight and cramming on homework tomorrow. Dangnabbit.
One last thing: if you ever get a hold of these home videos, the wailing of the PotC soundtrack and “Love Today” in the background is me and my little sister.
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.
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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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If there’s one thing that’s mysterious, it’s what goes on inside people’s heads. Miya always says that she wants to know what goes on inside my brain, and I would like to know what goes on in Mika’s brain. But aside from all that, I started wondering yesterday about reading.
How do you read? More importantly, what voice reads to you when you read? For me, all good blogs have the same voice, including my own (not to say my blog is good). And it’s not my own either. I don’t really know what I sound like.
I can tell this post is going to be full of questions. Do you know what your voice sounds like? Sometimes I’ll be getting hyper with my friends and then randomly go quiet because my voice is starting to grate on my nerves.
For Miya, Ernest sounds like Joe Tung with a lisp. That was so weird to me because it’s completely different in my head. I can’t really describe it, for me, Ernest’s voice is more of an essence. Not of the Herbal sort.
When I write, my words are recited either by a snarky old British man or the quiet narrator of a drama (sometimes a sarcastic drama) depending on how I’m writing. When I read Aspects, the school newspaper, I want to puke because a self-righteous “Whitney kid” (“Whitney Kid” being a generalization for people who make jokes about our size/racial makeup/Asians and grades) reads it to me.
The other day I tried to write a serious song. One that could actually be on the radio as opposed to “Sushi Gets Around”. It started out okay, then it descended into fail. I couldn’t help but put humor and start describing what happened instead of feelings, thus creating a country song.
Oh well. At least it’s taught me more about the type of writer I am. I’d rather describe the situation and let people interpret feelings themselves than tell the emotions themselves. Subltety, I guess, is the word. More like STEALTHY. Huzzah.
I’ve just epiphanized that I feel happiest at church. Huzzah!
My family left me alone at home so I started to sing. Like, really sing. Like, singing with an effort. What you hear at school is for comedic purposes. Heck…I don’t know. Maybe what I hear at home is fail too. But anyways, I got a tune for my next complete song, “How to Be a Girl”. I tried to make it serious but failed in that aspect. I’m working on the next song, “Purple Girl”, which makes no sense at all except that purple is huzzah. Well, maybe not for Purple Girl.
Filed under: sweet dreams are made of this | Tags: buffalo, cesar chavez, confidence, cookies, dream, family life, floral armchair, italian, king, little italian boy, menstruation, Mika, Miya, period, queen, sex, sex ed, squid, stealthy
My sister’s in sixth grade, the year when they go in depth into “Family Life”.
Why do they call it that? What does “family life” even mean?!?!?! What they teach you in that class is about your period, and…dun dun DUUUUUUUUNNNNN. Sex.
Gosh I’m immature. But I think they should rename it, because your period has nothing to do with family life. I’m still trying to come up with a definition for “family life”. I don’t know what it means! All I keep seeing is a nuclear family sitting around a fireplace, the dad smoking a pipe. Menstruation has nothing to do with that.
And who came up with the idea to put “Have a happy period!” on pads? It’s like it’s mocking you. They should die.
Moving on. Yesterday night (not last night) I dreamed I became a buffalo. I know I’ve gone on and on about this at school but it’s a freaking weird dream! First I was a girl, then I met a buffalo and his herd – he was like, king of the herd of buffali. (I know it’s buffalo – silence!) And he asked me to be his buffalo queen. At this point I sort of want to die. But my subconscious apparently would rather do anything than die. Such as become buffalo queen. So he asked one of the buffalo to take off their buffalo jacket (don’t ask – I’m not so sure either) and I put it on. The buffalo then turned into a girl and I turned into a buffalo. Huzzah?
So then the buffalo king was like, “Hey, why don’t you take a walk through my people?” Excuse me, buffalo. Except he was slightly strangely pompous so he probably said “My queen, why don’t you take a promenade through my subjects?”
Side note: The placement of adverbs is oh so important. For example, if I had written “strangely slightly pompous” it would mean something different from “slightly strangely pompous”. Which is why I changed it.
Grammar lesson over. So I took a walk through the buffalo subjects, who were huzzah-ing over a visit from their new queen (I guess I get my self-esteem boosts from my dreams) I walked up to them and (well first I galloped around for fun – you can’t believe how much fun it is to gallop as a buffalo.) they parted like the Red Sea for Moses. And as I walked through them, they were like, “Oh, you are so great” or whatever. Like I said, confidence boost. And then I got really sick of being a buffalo but I knew I couldn’t change back.
Whatever. That was the night before. Last night I dreamed this horror story/tragedy about a little Italian boy. Bad stuff kept happening to him, and his dad looked like Cesar Chavez and kept spouting bits of wisdom like, “It is more worthwhile to repair boats.” They ate cookies though, but the cookies always got ruined before they could eat them. Like I said, bad stuff kept happening.
I’ve realized that I want one of those hideous floral armchairs. The ones they take material off of to make fob pants. Not really but sometimes it seems like it.
And. Mika’s blog has been updated since I last went there so huzzah!!! We had a good time flashing people with Miya’s MIKA shirt today. I admit, she only flashed me. But still. Blah on the outside, JFKLsdjweicjawklc on the inside is tres huzzah.
PS. stealthy.
made by Hine Mizushi
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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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School hath begun again. Huzzah? Ehh…
I think if there was a recently run-over frog somewhere on a dusty road (probably by Toad from Wind in the Willows) it would make the same sound (Ehhh…) as the air left it’s windpipes. Huzzah for that, then.
Sushi would shun me, but she’s still in India. Huzzah for animal cruelty while Sushi’s away. Okay, so that I don’t get tarred and feathered by animal rights activists, I don’t condone animal cruelty.
Today was…interesting. Actually, no. It was extremely dull, but we did have that odd-in-a-bad-way sub in PE. She’s usually a first-grade student teacher, but she came to teach fat, lazy energetic, enthusiastic high school girls about the wonder of step aerobics, ballet, and jazz dance to the tune of “Bleeding Love”. Yes, I just discovered the strike-through button.
Ms. W, as she thoughtfully shortened her originally two-syllable name which I will not mention on this blog for privacy purposes. Who knows, someone out there may have a first-grade teacher fetish. Gross. Although, “w” is three syllables. I think it would be much more fun for first-graders to just call her by her full name. After all there are fun sounds in it, like “wop!” and half of “neener” in “neenerneenerneener”. (See how I have stealthily I have maintained vaguality, and it doesn’t matter if that’s a word.) “Neenerneenerneener” is the sound you make when you’re a kid and you try to be a real kid (I’m a real boy!) by imitating the imposter kids on TV who are really 17 years old. It’s just an endless cycle of imposterism, really.
What was I talking about? *scrolls up* Okay, I wasn’t planning on really scrolling up but I ended up believing myself and so I did. I was going to sit here for half an hour trying to remember without scrolling up, but that obviously failed. Oh yesh. Ms. W’s name. I think it would be to help the young childrens learn the alphabet. Oh crap it’s almost 9 PM. I should slepp.(this typo is the last dregs of my PotC obsession appearing in the abominable “Johnny Depp pun” that causes Depptionaries. I was going to name fansites but that would be shunful. I don’t want legions of fangirls setting off with torches.)
Back to Ms. W for the 2nd time. She told us to use our inside voices. Haven’t heard that one since 2nd grade. Okay, 6th but elementary school was belittling in general. It was like the dance room was a time machine and Ms. W was taking us back to a time of graham crackers, celery, peanut butter, and apple juice. But without the modern marvel that is ”Wonder Pets”.
At this point the reader sits back and thinks, “Oh god this is another one of those teenage rant blogs. Look at how this “issue” spins her world. Just wait until she has to worry about mortgages and the recession.” Yes, I am aware of the recession, contrary to teenage stereotype. Bah humbug. I don’t know, I just thought that that was appropriately inappropriate. Just like farting loudly would have been in dance class. Or yelling “roxercise” and playing my fat, the latter of which I did. No one had enough turbo power for farting loudly. Ah, if only sushi were here.
Oh yes. The most ridiculous part was not when she accused us of talking too loud when our group had not been talking at all (a common complaint of teenagers about teachers and some parents), it was when she started putting people on time-out.
I know I haven’t heard of time-out since 2nd grade. Maybe third but that was the deceptively happy year of playing “Sink”, a self-invented game, with Shannon and Evelyn. Not my sister Shannon. It would be the beginning of a ridiculous love-hate relationship that be nicely cliche enough for the big screen.
So. Ms. W. She put people on time-out. Also she turned on the lights to get our attention and said, “Ah, see how quiet you guys can be?”
WHAT A STEALTHY EVIL MOVE. Of course we’re quiet when you call for our attention, but you’re the one that let us talk all period. Talking creates noise, caused by soundwaves. But I don’t think they teach that in first grade. No, they teach you what’s going to work. Teamwork. And then later when she had creeped us out with her time-outing of people (and what was the basis for being picked?) and we had become quiet in the way that people in concentration camps are quiet when the next batch to be gassed is being chosen. Pigs are not quiet when the next batch to become ham is being chosen. They squeal and run about, as seen in many a movie, including the most recent adaptation of “Charlotte’s Web” starring Will’s adrogynous son as Wilbur. Also mentioned by my Chinese teacher, who likes to describe animals at their last moments. Apparently sheep bow down and cry, which in turn tears up Sushi when I tell her this.
We were all quiet in that way, and then she goes, “This is a good volume,” except everyone was silent with fear. It would have been a good moment for the gaseous escape of methane from a behind. Ridiculous is the only word I can think up for this situation, as evidenced by the many times it has been ridiculously used in this post.
What else? Oh yes, we watched “Man of La Mancha” in English. Sometimes I can sense that the rest of my class doesn’t get something when we’re watching a movie while I’ve understood it from the start. Like the beginning, when it’s obviously people putting on a play. People in class kept going, “What the-”, which is the standard response for anything out of the ordinary. The ordinary is stuff like “Gossip Girl” and “the OC”. Sad but true. Also, sad dramas of divorce/death/sickness/murder. Sometimes murder is also a puzzle to them.
Then I began to wonder whether filmmakers think about the intelligence of their audience. Do they wonder if the audience will get what the ambiguous opening scene is? Or if they’ll get references? I know no one would get my references unless they had lived with me for at least a day. And then I realized that filmmakers have to know a lot of things. They’re seen as the idiots of the world really, besides the homeless and drop-outs. (This is just the stereotype) I mean, people tell me all the time that if I want to be a director I don’t have to really pay attention in school. Which is true, but I don’t think in the same way as they think. I could learn all the stuff (not the technicalities of filmmaking) needed to make a good movie outside of school. But I think when people tell me that they mean that it’s a job where you don’t need education because you can be stupid. Filmmakers may be stupid in math or whatever, but they have to be smart with words, culture, history, in order to make a good movie. So during “Man of La Mancha” I was thinking about whether that stuff is worth knowing more than medicine and law. Okay, I’ve kind of driven myself into a wall now. I don’t really know where I was before. Ignore this. Haha but I’ve wasted several minutes of your life.
In AP Human we learned that humans like to influence others and I immediately thought of Miya’s six-degrees chart. To save space she wrote grapes on the bottom and almost off the paper. Anything related to me would be off the paper, and pretty much everything linked there. Huzzah.
PS. When it comes to college, I hate being the first child of an immigrant family.
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No sign of the “Public Enemies” trailer.
This can only mean one thing: lies.
Yeah, I don’t really know where I’m going with this.
Anyway, I decorated my planner for nothing. I should have put a crapload of Mika stuff in this week instead. It would have personified this particular winter break much more better than Johnny Depp in a Santa hat in “Donnie Brasco”.
poignant pause in which an epiphany occurs.
It’s working. I’m drifting away from PotC…yet still stuck with it because of my fanfiction. I’m determined not to be one of those authors who leave their readers hanging. I’m looking at you Stephanie Meyers (actually, I wasn’t. But I just wanted to make a jab at Twilight. Because I scoured bookstores for Angela’s birthday present and had to wash my eyes out afterwards). What a clever gimmick that was at the end…but I resisted. It’s okay…”Cloverfield” was a gimmick. “Nick of Time” was a gimmick. Yeah okay, obviously it didn’t work for “Nick of Time” because unless you are a Johnny Depp fan or know me very well you have a very confused expression on your face. Or a stone face. I never laugh at things on the computer. I just sit with my angry Asian face. Like right now because it’s cold.
Several bazillion years later, “24″ took the “Nick of Time” gimmick and turned it into a successful TV show. Ah, Hollywood.
I said all this to tell you that I’ve just finished Mikafying my phone and now I feel much more colorful and am very happy. All that’s missing is the laugh ringtone. I can’t wait to show Miya. That’s Miya, not Mika. I did a double take when I went through my post to add tags.
Today I went shopping with my family, mostly my mom. ‘Twas a fiasco. But of course I just made many angry noises and exaggerated my angry Asian face instead of lashing out in typical teenage fashion. I remember that guy who came to talk to us in 7th grade Speech class. Excuse me, old guy. Description is good. He said “You think that passive agression is the right way? WRONG.” Or something like that. I don’t really remember because he kind of annoyed me. He was supposed to be really important but of course no one had ever heard of him except Mr. Raabe.
Whatever. Passive agression is very stealthy. And stealthiness is key. Cue Mrs. Beauregard’s affirmative nod to Violet.
Basically, I think my mom’s subconscious was stealthily preventing me from buying anything. Oh well. My subconscious is getting revenge because we’re going shopping again tomorrow – just for me. As my dad put it, “I guess we’ll have to accompany you tomorrow.” Accompany. Huzzah.
I realized beside the necklaces at Nordstroms that I’m a pretty calm teenager. I don’t mean comatose. I had my teenage angst (“Eraaaaaaaaase”)phase in 5th grade. Which would make it preteen angst…how I wish the Simple Plan days had never happened. So I’m pretty calm except when I yell at my dad. Hah. What a fail thing to say. Hypocrite much.
I watched some “Wonder Pets” today on Youtube. Youtube is not kind to “Wonder Pets”. Yes…I watched it because of Mika. It’s kind of sad that most of my discoveries and likes come from random obsessions. It’s the only way to explain my tolerance of “Mr. Tambourine Man”. It’s not a bad song, but I’m biased.
I feel like an imposter.
Okay, I am. But not like those people who went on Family Feud dressed as celebrities. Here’s looking at you, short balding hunchbacked man who only DRESSED exactly like Johnny Depp but did not sound like him. Shun. Shuuuuuuun. Shuuuuun.
Ooh. Another fail. I just glanced at the title and remembered my sisters’ current obsession with 20 questions. Today Jocelyn discovered the wonder that is the 20 questions machine. You know, the little portable purple (huzzah!) game.
This morning my thing was “love” and the clue was “Everybody’s going to do this today”. No, it wasn’t too hard. My sisters live with me, they know references. But they failed me and answered things like, “wake up”, ”go shopping”, “sleep”, etc. I sighed and hummed it stealthily, and after a bit longer Shannon guessed it. Huzzah.
Oh yesh. Another six degrees I encountered today. I was eating at the Target food court thingy, and as I stood up to leave the lady sitting at the table behind us was staring up at me. And she looked like the lady in CatCF who offers Charlie $500 for his golden ticket.
My sister agreed. Huzzah.
