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You’re Holding Me Back Without Even Trying To

July 29, 2009

Hey buddies,

The weather is cooler than usual today – perfect. For those of you who don’t live in Southern California, that means that it’s sunny not sweltering, and that I haven’t turned on the fan all day.

My Internet is also cooperating somewhat. My day has turned around just as I promised. Which means that I can share a few things that cheered me up today.

You remember when I fell in love with the show “Mad Men” a while back? Dyna Moe has been drawing the most prominent fanart of “Mad Men” and AMC asked her to create a game to promote Mad Men Season 3. You make a character, basically. Just like dressupgames.com. Oops. Did I just reveal one of my old pastimes? dressupgames.com is a good waste of time too, but many of the good games have died. It’s great because it’s 1960’s fashion, hair, etc.

www.madmenyourself.com

I also discovered a really good artist today, Christian Northeast. I’ll let the work describe itself. I’ve been looking at his website all day and it’s not because my computer is slow. At first, yes. But that soon changed.

www.christiannortheast.com

I’ll definitely be looking out for his work in magazines from now on.

This one I’ve been holding on to for a while, but check out Will Arnett’s reading of Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret on the Jimmy Kimmel Show. I don’t have a link so you’ll have to do a bit of treasure-hunting, but trust me it is rewarding, even if only for 41 seconds.

Let me make it clear that Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret is one of the most hilariously ridiculous books I have ever read. And no disrespect to Judy Blume, because I grew up reading her books, but Margaret is the personification of why I hated girliness.

She must increase her busts? Writing down cute boys’ names in a book? Ridiculous. Why doesn’t Margaret think about other things? Does she have interests besides breast exercises and males? I don’t recall. Most of all, desperate for her period? The book ended before Margaret experienced her first cramps, before worrying about whether she was leaking or not, before all her friends went swimming and SHE COULDN’T GO. Every little girl who read that had been led to believe that your period is a happy experience. LIEEEESSSSS.

There you have it, awesomeness to last you through tomorrow, granted you have a slow Internet connection and fragile computer. As for me, I’m off to procrastinate on psych homework by watching “Almost Strangers” starring many awesome British actors like Timothy Spall, Matthew MacFadyen, and Michael Gambon. Awesome here meaning they are closely six degreed to Johnny Depp. Huzzah.

Sayonara,
Grapes

P.S. Jamie Campbell Bower, Antony from “Sweeney Todd”, will be in “New Moon”. I don’t know what to say, because I’m disappointed but people have to do what they have to to continue their careers, right? I really doubt he’s in “New Moon” because he’s a “Twilight” fangirl. Boy.

What’s even more confusing is what Michael Sheen’s doing in “New Moon”. He’s an excellent actor, and this seems out-of-character. Not that I know what his character is, but again, somewhat disappointed.

P.P.S. I’m excited for Landon Pigg for being in “Whip It”. He plays a musician, not a far stretch but you’ve got to start somewhere. I was a fan when no one had heard of him and all he had was his EP “Can’t Let Go” (I was addicted to that song for a while) and it’s really cool when you can watch someone move forward in their career like this. It was exciting seeing MIKA get famous, even if it means that 30 years from now when Miya and I go to see his show during the Great California Earthquake it will be expensive.



I’ll Take You Far Away

Yesterday was as close to being pregnant as I will be for around a decade. There are days you hate being female, and they come once a month. Also when you’re in the woods and you really have to pee. I know everyone gripes about this, and no one wants to hear about bodily fluids, but yesterday sucked. Until I woke up from a nap with my cramps gone and ate a cookie with milk. Cookies solve everything. I only have three good ones left, so it’s time for conservation. Otherwise I’ll have to eat the oatmeal raisin ones, and these are unnaturally hard.

My dad called yesterday too, and that was good. I got to talk to my sisters, who reminded me that Taiwan is so much more active in promoting movies. I’m sorry, America, but you’ve got nothing on a sky-scraper tall poster of Captain Jack Sparrow in the middle of the hippest part of Taipei. Also, all the buses running around with John Dillinger on their sides, the subway posters, and the different flavored popcorn. Although they lose with assigned seating in the theaters. I’ll sit where I want, thank you, not shuffled to the side so I can watch Jack Sparrow’s death from an angle.

Many of you know that I grimaced my way through the second half of the movie because I had already anticipated his death by reading the novelization before seeing the movie. Just as I ruined the end of “Sweeney Todd” by accidentally reading too far ahead in the script.

I also ruined “Public Enemies” (although how you keep a historic fact hidden I have no idea) by seeing the soundtrack’s track listing. Track 15: Dillinger dies.

Oops.

I promised I’d keep up with the “Alice in Wonderland” news, and I’m kind of late on this one, but not too late.

Become a fan of either the White Queen, the Red Queen, or the Mad Hatter by joining either the Loyal Subjects of the White Queen, the Loyal Subjects of the Red Queen, or the Disloyal Subjects of the Mad Hatter on facebook. The group with the most fans by 4 PM this Thursday (tomorrow) Pacific Time, will get to see the teaser trailer of the movie first.

Obviously, the Mad Hatter is ahead. Because he’s Johnny Depp and he has fangirls. I stole that off an icon where Gene Wilder and Johnny Depp were fighting over who was the better Wonka. I have yet to find it again, but I used to think it was hilarious.

Aside from the fact that I’m constantly bleeding, scheduling for the stopmotion has once again hit a big fat stupid brick wall. Everyone could make it this coming Sunday, except the Princess. Gahhh. So we tried Saturday, and now we’re waiting for the dragon’s reply. Although, the wizard already can’t make it that day.

Goodness gracious.

Oh yeah. The plot.

A princess, a dragon, and a wizard appear out of a book in a boy’s house. The wizard tells the boy that he must go rescue the princess from the dragon, who is chasing her around the park.

The end. Simple, yes. But it’s a stopmotion so I think that makes up for it.

I skipped the happiness post this week because it was the same as last week and I didn’t think you guys wanted to read about the joys of filmmaking again.

Speaking of, enough about me. What are your passions? Things you get happy thinking about, things you dont mind suffering for, things you can’t stop talking about. Case in point: me and movies. Guh, isn’t anyone sick of me talking about movies.

And can anyone bend their big toe in the middle? Like, without using your hands, bend it just at the middle joint. If you can please please tell me because I’ve got an idea. I’ve yet to find a person who can do that, or maybe I have and I’ve forgotten.

Psst. I can.

I guess another newfound love of mine is other people’s stories. Ever since job shadowing, I’ve found other people’s lives fascinating. Not in a stalking manner, or in knowing that Johnny Depp’s daughter played Juliet in “Romeo and Juliet”, but where you sit your old neighbor down and ask him about his life. I wish I could have done this with my grandma, but she’s not around anymore. Sucks, because we used to be really close until I grew up and got awkward.

She literally raised me until I was two and half. Which doesn’t sound like much but until I was seven we could talk without feeling awkward. With us living on opposite sides of the world, or right next to each other, depending which way you fly. There was also that whole fattest baby contest between my aunt and my cousin and my grandma and me.

I won.

Anyway, I’d like to ask complete strangers their stories, and I think there’s a movie in there somewhere, but I’m still trying to figure it out. Because you don’t just go up to people and ask them to tell you about their lives unless you have a good excuse, like a school report or a documentary.

I reread a book I have called The Penderwicks yesterday. Lovely setting, lovely characters, but the plot reads a bit like a Disney family movie. Again, I felt like a pregnant woman when I read it, but after the cookie the book  got much better.

That’s enough for now, I think. Remember to join the legion of fans for the Mad Hatter – I mean, whichever one you choose. And remember to answer my questions, or else I’ll feel like a complete idiot.



She’s Nice to See and Soft to Touch

Good morning for most of you. Enjoy your breakfast, or enjoy it as it digests. This week’s happiness was a lot calmer, and I really had to dig to find some of them because they were so subtle. But here they are.

1. One-man musical reenactments. You can’t help but feel ridiculous, but that’s where the excitement comes from. It’s more fun with an audience. I recommend “Drink With Me” from “Les Miserables”. There’s a great moment between Enjolras and Grantaire in the Concert version – watch that on Youtube first – and another great moment where the women echo the men. “Sweeney Todd” is also great because of the rage. “High Flying Adored” from “Evita” always makes me giggle, mostly because I’ve only seen Colm Wilkinson’s rendition of it and it is creepy.

2. Long hair, how I’ve missed thee. Actually not so much. I’ve been enjoying my short hair, but I’d like to have long hair again by September. And not average shoulder-length hair either. I want it halfway down my back, although I doubt it will happen because I always get split ends.

3. Silly disguise glasses. The kind that comes with a stinky plastic nose.

4. Audrey Hepburn. She says the cutest, yet most profound things. Her words are always inspiring and yet they make you feel like such a girl. At the same time, I am just now appreciating her style – but I think I will remain just an appreciator.

5. Flowers. My dad was lecturing this week and it was longwinded as always. I looked out the car window so I could roll my eyes and not incur another lecture, but instead I saw row upon row of little white flowers swaying in the wind. And everything brightened up again.

6. God. Yes, I did go to a Christian convention this week (which also made me happy), and I don’t want to sound too preachy on here, but more than ever I know that he loves me more than I could ever imagine. Like when you say “I love you this much” but times a bajimizillion. And the thing is, it doesn’t matter what you’ve done or whether or not you conform to what most Christians say is right. He loves unconditionally.

7. “Bear in the Big Blue House”. I’ll never forget that episode where Scooter? the blue mouse had to go pee really badly but he wouldn’t because he thought Bear would cheat in the chess game. Reminded me of how earlier this week my sister had to go badly, held it for several hours, and in the end didn’t make it out of the car.

8. LEGO soap operas. I don’t play with LEGOs like a normal person – building impressive structures and figures. I make a blueprint-style house and I play in it, in the same way little girls play with Barbies. I still do this. Currently, there is a cast of six men. They share one thing in common: their obsession with LaQuisha Jones, the Women’s Wrestling League Champion. Of course this is all fiction. My sisters have told me it is akin to “The Big Bang Theory”, except that instead of nerds they are a mix of disabilities and love for food. For some reason, wittier lines come out during LEGO soap opera time than when I’m sitting at my computer trying to write a screenplay.

9. Public Enemies by Bryan Burroughs. The book is very readable. I’ve enjoyed it a lot, and while sometimes it’s difficult to keep track of everything it’s really changed my perspective on the world. Whenever I see something on the news about a robbery or a murder – I don’t know what it is, but something is different. I put down On the Road for this. Not that that’s the entire reason, but still, I did weigh between the two and found that I’d rather read Public Enemies, and not because of six degrees of Johnny Depp at all.

10. Being up at midnight with the family. I hadn’t noticed that it was already 12:30. But here we are eating dinner, and it’s so warm and festive inside while so dark and cold outside. I love this. I wish right now would go on forever. But at the same time not, because there’s so much to explore elsewhere.

11. Conventions. As I mentioned before, I was at a Christian convention this week. The combination of a shared passion, passionate & charismatic speakers, and intense immersion in something made me really happy. I feel like my life’s been reboosted, haha.

12.  A well-wrapped gift. I finally was able to give Sibyl a thank-you gift for helping me out with job shadowing. It was hell while I was figuring out the right combination of colors and the right gift, but I was so proud to hand the finished product to her.

13. Creative people. You guys make me feel not alone in my pack-ratting. Because today as I was cleaning I realized that I keep a lot of papers, and most of them only have a few lines scribbled down. Yet I treasure them. So when I see all those pictures of designers’ and writers’ homes, I know it’s a shared trait.

Won’t keep you much longer – you’ve got work and other things to do, and I’ve got sleep to catch up on. In just a few hours it will be the day my dad and sisters leave for Taiwan – won’t see them for two months!, and my buddies come over for fun time. Just realized I haven’t finalized filming dates. Oh well. Good night, good morning, whatever it is for you. Have a great day!

Oh yes, one more that I’ve just realized. Scratchy pens. The sound makes me feel like Benjamin Franklin, even if I’m only writing “sunday june 19 – scene 1, last scene?” or “bread, milk, chocolate ice cream.” Personally I prefer vanilla – so many possibilities from a blank slate. But I am learning to love cookies and cream too. :) Really now, get on with your life. I’ll be back later.



Who Am I to Disagree?

When they take that murderous kiss out of context it seems romantic. Almost had me for a second there. PotC? Why, yes.

Today after church service I had a talk with one of the people who is also interested in directing. Of course, she’s way ahead of me in experience, but it was nice because she asked me about the “Angry Asian Man” script, and if I have time this summer she expressed, basically, that she’d help out with filming.

Oh my gosh huzzah.

AP Human is this Friday. Am I nervous? I should be more nervous than I am, if I’m here blogging instead of studying like mad.

Today I was taken by my mom to cut our hair, and I got a manhaircutter. His name was Charlie, already a hint as to disappointment, as it conjured up images of mini-cow-face-who-can’t-do-an-American-accent, “Candy Mountain Charlie,” and “Charlie bit me!”.

After he was done washing my hair, instead of notifying me that I should sit up now, he pulled on the towel around my neck. I felt like a cow on a yoke – the best feeling in the world.

And then he proceded to not speak to me, only yanking my head around. I have to admit though, when he pulled the switchblade razor out (even though it was more for layering hair) I felt a bit of a kklfjkl;wjwklueklthwkltj SHREENEY TODD moment. Otherwise, I averted my eyes and kept my head down.

And I can finally say I know what it feels like when someone else caresses your face. Creepy, even if he was just trying to reach across to cut the other side of my hair.

So now on the back of my neck there is a patch of what happens to your eyelide when you don’t pluck your eyebrows for a week.

Also, today I had the best ice cream ever. It was like eating cloud.



I Need Somebody to Love

The annual spring break attempt at a road trip has begun. We’re off to Nor Cal, whose abbreviation makes me giggle. I think our goal is to go to the Sequoia National Park. Trees, oh joy. And I mean that.

I fell asleep for an hour because Mother Nature finally decided to pay a visit at the same time I went to pay her a visit. Too much information? Too cheesy? Too, dare I say, corny?

I awoke to flat fields, and what possessed me to think that they were beautiful? But they are, and the ones with randomly scattered bales of hay are a bonus. Oh look, now we’re amongst the grape farms. Hello, family.

Locked in a car in the middle of nowhere – okay, Bakersfield – with only my Sweeney Todd soundtrack, I fear I have once again become dangerously close to a Johnny Depp/PotC relapse.

Someone talk me off the edge of the vat of bubbling goo?

A text, email, anything. The lack of outside communication worries me.



Au Nuit…

That’s all that’s in my head. Ever since we watched Les Choristes in French, Jean-Baptiste Maunier singing La Nuit has been stuck. And since I’ve been too lazy to look up the words, he just says “Au nuuuuuiiiiit” over and over.

Life? It’s still dull, but getting slightly better. Today was the first episode of “Buster in the Career Development Class” and it cheered me up while depressing me extremely by the thought that maybe directing isn’t for me. But if it isn’t, what is? Will I be stuck in a cubicle forever!? I have nothing against cubicles, in fact, I would like one just to decorate, but cubicle definitely loses in cubicle vs. directing wars.

People expect that I’m blinded by the glamour of such a career. I know it’s not glamorous, and I’ve already arranged for Sushi to bring me sandwiches daily when she stops at Union Station to get to her psychology clinic. Knowing her, I’ll probably starve. Hopefully, her superhero child will save me, and we’ll eat chicken not of the sea by the sea. “…Mr. Todd, that’s the life I covet, by the sea Mr. Todd, oh, I know you’ll love it.”

I know directors work very very hard, and I know that you have to be knowledgeable in every aspect of filmmaking. I’m not an ignorant kid who just wants fame; if I wanted that I would be aspiring to be an actor. Or the nanny of Johnny Depp’s children and get in the news by stalking and attacking Oprah at random intervals. Of course I wouldn’t hurt Johnny Depp’s children, his son sings the “Pop-eye” theme song so well. Almost as well as Jean-Baptiste Maunier sings “Au nuuuuuiiiiiiiiit…”

After the class Angela brought up a fantastico idea. Tee hee, I can’t wait – although the self-appointed leaders of our class might destroy it and it would die of being so ugly and horrific. In such a case, I would present it to Oprah and try getting a car out of pity. I say “self-appointed” because even though we had elections, they are sort of one entity, aren’t they? And then, on the side, are the dorks and geeks and nerds. I’m on the side. Hence my many failures at winning school elections. Although, that’s good stuff to use when they ask me how I learned from failure.

Let me talk about Sushi’s future wonder-child. And then perhaps I will rant passive aggressively about a certain man in our class – okay, several. Sushi’s wonder-child will have all the traits of her ex-boyfriends. What can I say, she gets around – and in my life as Edward, I know to expect crazy spawn. Heck, my own child tried to claw its way out of Bella’s belly. Say that ten times fast. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Who’s to say Sushi’s kid hasn’t been waiting to be fertilized by EVERY one of her mother’s…encounters…imagine it. Intense eyeballs and facial muscles like Chiranjeevi, charismatically lethal like James B0nd, a toupee and hand twitch like Donald Trump, the night janitor’s love of Blondie, Mr. Gibb’s glorious sideburns, and Uday’s magnificent nose. When Sushi finally settles down, her husband will ask, “What? Those aren’t my intense eyeballs!” and their marriage will be destroyed in ruins. But Sushi will rise up like a phoenix and soar to become the most independent woman the world has ever known.

The Men’s Wearhouse. I guarrantee it.

This episode of “Buster in Tokyo” has been brought to you by: viewers like you. Thank you.



I Gotta Step Outside These Walls

The title of the post today is an homage to a song whose music video features the cremation of a piano. Oh joy. I could just tell you the name of the song but I like to make life difficult. For more information, call sushi. No I’m not going to give you her phone number. Neenerneenerneener.

Other things that make life difficult: articles on msn or yahoo that tell you how to be happy. In another tribute (I’m feeling tributary today – not in the way that there are various tributaries of the Mississippi River – YES I spelled it right.) I have decided to write my own “6 Barriers to Happiness and How to Overcome them”. Huzzah. Strap in your seatbelts, I don’t want anyone suing me because they punched their screens in anger. Of course this is all subjective so you may just stare and ask God why he created something like me.

6 Barriers to Happiness: 
1. fangirls who don’t know a thing about their fandom. Case in point: “Oh, Johnny Depp has children?! No! Now I can never marry him even though he is my father’s age!” And don’t tell me you would lovingly care for them as though they were your own, I won’t buy it.
2. evil people on forums. The horror of this situation is that you don’t know who they really are so punching them in the face is not an option. You can only sit, feeling the anger wind up in your belly, the radiation from the computer give you cancer, and the evil rays of the screen make you blind. In some cases people pound the table.
3. beaurocracy. This one comes from the cynical old Angry Asian man in me. He prefers my colon but sometimes, okay, often, has to migrate to my kidneys. This gives me back cramps which in turn stealthily deceives – no, let’s use some 9th grade vocab from The Crucible, beguiles - me into thinking that I’m growing taller. (I acknowledge now that I have Napoleon syndrome. Gahhh….) Anyways. Beaurocracy is what prevents me from dropping out of high school. Maybe I’ll realize when I’m old that it was for the better. After all, no one wants a hobo named Grapes. Beaurocracy is what makes my dad start embarassing arguments in fast-food restaurants. It’s why I dislike elementary. Elementary school is a pothole full of beaurocracy.
4. Boobah. I’ve never watched this show, for the sake of my sanity (whoops, too late to save that). I condone watching children’s TV, heck, I love children’s TV. But this is one show I have always shunned. They are like the flatulating marshmallows that the creators of Teletubbies always really wanted to create. Teletubbies, at least the old episodes, were good. They only farted when they sat down, which was not a lot. Surprising considered their size. “Big girl, you are beautiful!” But Boobahs fart whenever they move, and they move a lot. They dance gracefully and look like big girls gone wrong. Big girls that put on their corset outfit thing upside down and had too much burrito the night before.
5. Disney Channel. Once in a while something good comes out of the Disney factory. PotC, for example, was a good move. Choosing to play CatCF on ABC once in a while even though it’s a WB movie. Also, WALL-E, but that was more of a Pixar thing. You could also say Ariel, but I must argue that The Little Mermaid spawned Arieldepp and I’m still iffy on that one. When I started #5, I paused to think of something good that came out of Disney Channel so that I could be clever, but there was nothing. Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers give old people reason to hate me just because I’m 15. I never even get a chance to say, “But I don’t like them.” “Lovebug” is the fluke in my hate, but the guitar solo and singing at the end of the song makes me hate them again so it’s okay. Also, “Twilight”. Just because I’m young doesn’t mean I’m in love with Edward. Or Jacob. He used to be Sharkboy, for heaven’s sake.
6. canker sores. The last and final one! I could have picked something more universal like traffic but I actually like traffic. Maybe that’s because I’m not the one driving, but traffic gives me more time to force my music on my family on the way to church. Over the summer the health teacher told us that no one gets sores in their mouth unless they have herpes or they bit it. This freaks me out because I always learned that we got sores because of unbalance in our bodies. Yeah…it’s a Chinese thing. Just the words “balance”, “within”, and “body” tells you that it’s Chinese. I would have thrown in “chi” but that would have been too much. And now it’s apparently herpes passed down through generations. GAHHHHH. I don’t know though…I prefer the Chinese version. They have been correct many-a-time before. Canker sores make eating spaghetti difficult and painful. If you bite your mouth, you will most certainly bite it again. After biting it there is immense pain, and this weird cold shock runs down your back. Then there is dread. And for the more experienced, it is dread not only for the canker sore but also for the next time you will inevitably bite the same wound before it has healed.

Ways to Overcome Them: Again, subjective.
1. Listen to Mika. His music is happy but his lyrics probably match your angry/sad feelings.
2. Watch a Johnny Depp movie. Either be happy because it’s freaking Johnny Depp and it’s an awesome happy movie, or feel better for yourself because Axel Blackmar/Edward Scissorhands (“I can’t.”)/Sweeney Todd/Gilbert Grape’s life sucks.
3. Read fanfiction. It’s horrible escapism but that’s exactly why you should read it.  You will be taken on a magical journey in which you find an enchanted relic, meet (insert celebrity crush here), hate each other, go on an adventure, fall in love, and live happily ever after until episode 2, where an evil villain from the fandom (if he/she has already been defeated canonically a relative will do) tries to destroy your love. You will probably be kidnapped then saved by (insert celebrity crush here). If you don’t have Internet access a copy of Twilight will do.
4. Get in the shower, turn on the water, and imagine yourself several years from now. Now act out how you will become famous and great as revenge to the evil people who tortured you in high school. Only dorks do this.
5. Watch “Wonder Pets” or “What’s Cookin’ With Theo and Cleo”. You’ll see.
5. Play violin with your wrists and a knife.

I was going to add “teenagers” and “people who are ‘random’ and like to announce that they are so” to the end of the list but I figured you could see my rants in other posts (I was probably PMSing) to read my thoughts on that. For the record, humor is best done when you don’t mention that it is being done.

Okeeday. This list was rather sucky but I was a bit traumatized by my attempt at girliness today. Die.

PS. If anyone can find a recording of Sean Connery saying “sit”, I’d like to hear it. Or see it, even better.



Bananas in Pajamas

In other news, Freddie Highmore is Astroboy.

Yeah, okay. It’s old news, but I just found out yesterday. Wait – deja vu. Nope, I’ve seen it before but tossed it out in hopes of salvaging my sanity. It’s another attempt at an American accent, this time with a freaky after-puberty voice. GAHHH.

Oh yesh. We went to the zoo yesterday and now my thighs are burning with sudden exercise after hibernation. To be honest, I’ve looked like a mourning widow for the entirety of winter break. If I can, I don’t change out of my pj’s. Laziness galore. Huzzah? Hoboish, definitely. In the nasty hoboish way, not in the okay hoboish.

That made no sense.

No, school is beginning soon….but in happier news, new “Public Enemies” pictures have appeared, even if the trailer hasn’t. There’s one where JD (Dillinger or Depp – depending on you) is sitting on a bed w/a bandage around his left arm.

Now that it’s 2009, I took off my PotC calendar. It is the end of PotC wall things. Sad in the way that it’s sad that the dinosaurs went extinct. It wouldn’t be good if they were still around but death is never funny. Except during “Johanna: Reprise” of “Sweeney Todd”.

I feel like someone who just quit smoking. Except that I’ve gone past the point of no return so there’s no chance of a reobsession w/PotC. From now on, all the comments I make is just for the sake of six degrees. Tee hee.

I just told my sister I play my fat. Her expression died.

To stop the brain aneurysm that has just occurred because of that statement, look it up in “grape terminology”. Maybe it’ll just kill you instead of helping. Sorry.



Now I Only Wish That I Knew How to Swim

I’m not going to say anything because it would just be grudge-ful.

But for posterity,  I hated girl power today. I sort of hated my generation in general today too. Now it’s mellowed out to a “whyyyy?”

I can only speak for the girls for obvious – or not so obvious – reasons. I get the feeling that in today’s argument some of things we said were only for the sake of arguing, because they were so generic. It annoys me when girls defend each other. It’s a great thing, but the way we do it is so grating. And we think we’re doing people a favor, no, we just look ridiculous.

Maybe I’m just weird, but I don’t bother with these things anymore. I haven’t been involved in any drama since 8th grade. I’ve realized that it’s pointless and while sometimes fun, it just makes you all stressed out. What does this do for you? Or to progress your life? I’m sort of waiting for most of the other people in our class to grow up. I have been so much happier in general since I stopped bothering with friend problems and guy problems. I think mainly because of who my friends are, though, these problems don’t really exist. And even if one of us is being poopy, it’s not like we’ll exact revenge. Although I’m worried Sushi might one day. We all know it was the reason we were nice to that guy who left for Gahr (not naming names – stealthy)

Seriously, I’m so lucky to have my friends. It’s like a bubble within a bubble, a, excuse my AP Human terminology, permeable border. If that’s the wrong term, I don’t know what you should do to me. Even though we’re in a bubble, thanks to modern technology known as the Internet we know a bunch of crappish stuff that no one else does, mainly about entertainment…weight loss…umm…and Johnny Depp. Because of the amount of knowledge we have, Johnny Depp gets his own category. Not because he’s the first thing that popped into my mind when I was trying to come up with a third category. Anyways, all you have to do is picture our attempt at a normal high school girl talk and FAIL will bombard you until you land in a pile of mush and kumquat seeds.

What’s with all the deep angry rants? You may now name a religion after me based on my beliefs. Blasphemous!
Dear God, I was just kidding.

Some parts of my fanvideo died. It just says “invalid” in big ugly letters in those parts. Like I’m a leper or something. Good thing I remember the clips from watching them so much. This is probably why people don’t use Internet movie editors.

For English homework I bluntly referenced “Sweeney Todd”. I sound like a freak because I wrote “at the ‘Sweeney Todd’ press conference in London last year” and why would I know that?

My ipod started playing “Bleeding Love” and I thought I had entered into a live nightmare.

I still want cake.



I Could Be Brown.
The “Public Enemies” marketing campaign has begun.
Does not he look AWEsome?

Does not he look AWEsome?

Empire Magazine has this feature on “Public Enemies” and I enlarged pictures people had taken of it and read it. Because that’s how I always read magazines features about Johnny Depp.

I want one of those tommy-guns. They’re freaking cool, especially when Dillinger’s gang is hanging onto the outside of a speeding car and they’re all shooting at people.

Fanservice? Oh, alright.
A pretty good picture but you can see fangirls behind. It was actually much better when I couldn’t see the fangirls and the cow-ish expression on his face because it was so small.
That was a pretty lame fanservice, but it’s late and there’s a lot of free food tomorrow if I wake up early enough.
I just realized the theme of my wordpress is “Benevolence”. Scandalous.
Also, my dad brought me a freaking rice cooker for lunch. It wasn’t one, technically or grammatically, but it had all these stealthy contraptions like twisting lids to open new compartments. It was so funny when I opened the huge container and found an egg and a fistful of rice when clearly the lunchbox was huge.
I’ve named my chocolate turkey Renaldo. He’s slightly deformed and has two bullet wounds…just like Jack Sparrow.
PS. I’m reading a book and one of the characters is named Samuel Winslow. Just like last year when I ordered a random book for extra credit and one of the characters was named Sweeney. That was when I didn’t know anything about Sweeney Todd.
PPS. I just watched “Ivanhoe” and Ivanhoe looked like my dentist. I need to get me a tommy-gun. For protection from my omnipresent dentist.
I’m really going now.