Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I will draw this later...

"Hello, Ali Baba Grill."
"Hello, is this the Ali Baba Grill?"
"Yes."
"Do you do buffet?"
"Yes, our buffet is from 11-3."
"And what time is your buffet?"
"From 11-3 Sunday through Friday."
"Okay so your buffet is 11-3?"
"Yes."
"Do you have buffet Sunday?"
"Yes."
"From 11-3?"
"Yes."
"Okay, thank you, bye-bye."
"Bye."

*facepalm*

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Death

Death is a scary thing.
However, it's not necessarily the "dying" part that scares me.
It's the finality of it.
The fact that, after that last breath, nothing will come after it.
Nothing is in your control anymore, and people will move on.
Without You.

I don't think people are afraid of death. Not really, anyway.
People are afraid of losing control.
Losing the ability to foresee and follow through.
Once you've died, that's it.
There's no more.
The world you've created is literally out of your hands.
And that is a scary thought.



Thanks, Death of a Salesman.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Sometimes

I feel invisible. Which is a horrible feeling, you know?
The kind where people sit on you because they "didn't see you there," or look directly at you, but are actually staring at that poster behind your head, and they didn't realize they were looking in your direction?
And I've had these boughts of invisibility here and there, generally on days where I feel useless or tired. But when I'm wide awake, talking, able and willing... that's when it's weird. That's when it sticks out.
Ask anyone I know, they'll tell you I don't shut up. Seriously. I'm the world's biggest blabbermouth. I will talk people into a stupor if they let me (but they generally won't let me). So when I'm talking, I don't expect you to pay attention to the crap pouring out of my mouth (that's what most of it is, anyway), but I do expect you to acknowledge my existence. Please?

Another self-absorbed issue I will now share with you, my loving anon: I've a crush and I've no clue what to do with it.
It's been a very long time since I've liked a guy and he didn't immediately proclaim he likes me back and promptly asks me to go out with him (to which I say yes). Albeit, I've never had such a problem with guys I seriously do -not- like (in that way) liking me, and continually (awkwardly) hitting on me. But, alas... I like a guy. I've actually had a dream about this guy (whoa, what?) and I'm pretty positive he doesn't like me back.
As a girl who's never had this issue, what the heck am I supposed to do?
Pine silently? Embarrass myself and ask him out (knowing he'll say no)? Or... wait?
BLUGH.


Also, mom says "pickle pickle!"


In a bit of an art-block. I want to draw, I really do; but after seeing my "artwork" in the form of real-life paints (acrylic) I'm utterly dissatisfied with my inability to do anything artistic outside of a computer. I want to practice on paper... I want to... I want...
Jesus, I'm self-centered.
No wonder I piss off people after knowing them so long...
Huh.
I guess that's what a blog is for though, right?
Talking about one's self to an anonymous audience that may or may not care (read: not) about what the heck it is I'm babbling about now.
Okay.
I need food.
I need someone to tell me I'm not pointless who isn't a concerned friend (read: a boyfriend).


ALSO.
If you're writing an essay and your teacher says "put your voice into it," don't put in cute phrases like "Read: [blankety blank-blank]". You'll get points knocked off for that. And a lovely red-inked note saying "Don't demand your reader to do anything. That's off-putting."
If I could, I would have added in a lovely green-inked response "Screw you."











MOSQUITO.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Ahhh

First time in (what was it?) thirty-something years to snow six inches in Texas.
SIX INCHES!
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Ninja was played far too frequently today, but that game is addicting so no one really cares. ;)
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Stupid crushes are stupid, but for some reason I can't let this one go.
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Humans' teeth are built to grind/tear through meat for a reason, so stop hounding me about enjoying my fear-filled meal (those who've seen August Osage County ought to get this one).
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Only Mia knows the extent, but everyone'll find out anyway...but will [insert name here] figure it out? (Answer: Probably. I'm not good at being inconspicuous)
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Had a dream about the school. Dancing in the costume shop was involved, as well as all the mimes. Other things were involved, of course, but I'm too lazy to type it out.
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I'm downloading a song titled "Don't Download This Song." I am giggling to myself at the irony.
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Rarely do I feel like I'm invisible (I talk far too much for that to be very possible), but when it happens... it sucks.
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Joseph Conrad: I enjoy your books, but why do you have to be so long-winded? To prove you know how to write? Silly man, we all know you can!
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Louisa May Alcott: Why was I so anti-"reading Little Women"?
Perhaps it was the bible that did the trick... You know, the one that hit me upside the head when I tried to check out that book? Yeah. That bible.
Anyway, it's been seven years since my last attempt, and I'm enjoying your book now :D
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Ira Levin: Your book has motivated so much. An entire mime was written based off of your book (This Perfect Day), and it is what really, truly inspired my light design for said mime. Hearts!
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Mia Antoinette Crowe: You understand me so well, it's actually scary. But I don't care. I'd rather accidentally get lost driving around with you than driving home alone any day. :)
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Elizabeth Berkman: Mia and I were talking about how we envy you. You're brilliant, gorgeous and super talented. We don't know how you do it, but I love you :D
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Amy Zapien: If you cut off all your hair, we must go man-hunting... and eat cake! And then we all will have a HUGE slumberparty or something! Yes!
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Booker T: I've never not wanted to miss a day of school so much until today. Seriously. Snow day? People who live two hours north of us handle snow better! Blughbughbugh
HOWEVER, I guess I can't complain too much--sleeping in is something I have yet to experience this week, and I'd like to get a head start on it tomorrow! BUT WHY DID YOU CANCEL UTOPIA?!
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I will seriously punch the next person who says "totes" to me. Or "jels," "lohl," "Burrb," "b-f-f," or any other stupidly abbreviated words to me. Seriously. Speak. English.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

In light of recent events

My school district is undergoing some serious budget cuts and is about to make one of the worst mistakes they could possibly make.

I typed this in response to a comment on an article about the magnet schools being gutted (and reduced--that's a bit harsh of a word--to being a regular public school). The article suggested that we were to cut down faculty to an ungodly low number (absolutely impossible to achieve) and many of the responses were, to say the least, a bit brutal. Many attacked the new principal (who, in all my years as a student, has been the most involved, caring, and dedicated principal I've ever met), attacked the new cluster head (which was a bunch of baloney) for Theatre, and even the students. Many generalized to the point of excessive simplicity, stating we were all "pampered," "middle class" and "straight out of Plano and Highland Park" suggesting we all have money to burn, and thus are being treated much too well compared to other schools. Though I could get into a tangent about how these statements are so far from true it hurts, I thought I'd share my comment posted on the blog.
(This opening is a response to a commenter who felt that out-of-district kids were 'taking DISD's money' and that their attending on a tuition-free basis was unfair to in-district students)

"As an out-of-district student, I do not feel it is unfair to in-district students for us to attend a school where we can have access to the highest education available. On average, the out-of-district student is rejected in favor of an in-district student. (example: I was placed on the waiting list for BTW the summer before my freshman year to make way for in-district kids.)
Please do not assume that schools like BTW deny out-of-district kids to get more money...in fact the state money for the student is sent to their home school no matter how you view it, so how is BTW gaining anything from either 'type' of student?

I also regret that so many people are misinformed of BTW's faculty quality (which surpasses supreme) and the absolute blessing the new principal has been. It's a shame that many do not view arts as a career-oriented school but as an ego-blower (which, I daresay it is not). The environment of the school does nothing but motivate students to do their best and achieve their dreams. I, for one, will be (willingly) balancing 6AP courses with my cluster classes (which are both intillectually stimulating and character building, as well as educational) my SENIOR year! How often do you find a motivated senior at ANY high school (be it Magnet or Otherwise) thanks to the nurturing environment provided at their school?

Perhaps it takes 4 years of "not fitting in" and 5 years of teasing and being pelted by pizza to fully appreciate the community BTW and the growing Arts district have built. I, for one, have never felt so motivated, encouraged and accepted as I have in my 3 years of attending BTW."

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

One of those "I miss my old self, even though I hated it" posts

Because, honestly, I do.

My old self was:
Confident
Pretty
Quirky
Had leadership qualities
Knew what she wanted and got it no matter how
Rutheless
Merciful
Was constantly mistaken for a Japanese girl
Wasn't double questioned about things she liked

However, my old self was horrible, selfish and lost me a lot of friends. I got too assertive, too fast. I lost respect from old aquantances and was constantly in trouble with my dad.
But for some reason....I want it back.
Not the ruthelessness, not the over assertion and definitely not the school-wide loathing, but the quirkiness and a bit of that assertion wouldn't be too bad right?

*sigh*
At least I -looked- cool then.
Maybe I'll change my make-up style again
and I'll dress in loud colors again
andgetmistakenforascenequeen? No.
Shoot.
Maybe I won't then :/


Old me:



















Edit:
Nevermind.
I don't want to be the old me.
Old me was a b**** :D
I may dress normal and wear less makeup, but at least I'm nice.

Friday, January 16, 2009

I'm not sure what to write about anymore

Nor am I sure what to draw. Or photograph. Or what monologue to memorize, or what song to practice singing....
Pooh.

I hate artist blocks, don't you?
They're painfully unproductive,
and you end up hating yourself until it's over with.
And then you hate that you hate yourself
but can't do anything about it
until you get that bit of art
(crappy as it will probably be)
squeezed out of your cinderblock brain
and put onto paper or...somewhere

:)

Emma/Yun spam

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Mama Mia (spoilers)

Have you ever heard of the television show, Who's Your Daddy ?
It was a Fox Reality program that ended after a pathetic six episodes in 2005. I wiki'd the show to find out more about the program. "For the show's premise, an adult who had been put up for adoption as an infant was placed in a room with 25 men, one of whom was their biological father. If the contestant could correctly pick out who was their father, the contestant would win $100,000. If they chose incorrectly, the person that they incorrectly selected would get the $100,000, although the contestant would still be reunited with his or her father."

Why did I open with such an off-topic subject?
Because Who's Your Daddy is quite possibly the best related television show to the Award-Winning flop, Mama Mia.

At first glance, the film seems like a family-friendly, all around sap-fest filled with upbeat songs that should go down in history as one of the most loved films of our generation, right?
Wrong.
Not only does Mama Mia have a not-so-family-friendly plot-line, the music used for the Broadway hit are all the horribly stupid works of ABBA, a Swedish Pop band that was big in the 80's.

The film opens with a sickening pop-ballad sung by Sophie Sheridan (Amanda Seyfried), the main character of the film which can make even the most avid musical-defender squirm with discomfort. (Believe me, I'm one of those.) I'll give it to Amanda, though. She sang the horrid ABBA the best it could be sung, and the lyrics did not do the poor girl justice.
We then lead into Sophie joining her friends, Ali and Lisa, with whom she sings "Honey, Honey" when Sophie reveals she has found her mom's (Donna Sheridan; Meryl Streep) diary. The trio sings of her mother's risque past, specifically three enteries written around the time Sophie was concieved. Not only does Sophie reveal her mom was a whorish girl, she also finds out that she could be the spawn of one of THREE men. Which man, however, is still unknown to Sophie. (Apparently her entire life has comprised of a giant hole that only a daddy can fill? She later tells us that she's had an empty childhood thanks to her father not being around. What a way to thank your single mom for raising you so well.) So, as any good daughter would do, she sends letters to all three men requesting their presence at her wedding the next day. She signs as her mother. :/
Now, Sophie and her mom own a sort of hotel in Greece. (?) Of course, the hotel is falling apart and her mother is fretting about having no money. The three dads show up, (woo?) and find out that SOPHIE sent the letter. (Oh no!) Sophie promptly shoves them into the "goat-house" without any sort of explination as to why they were sent the letter in the first place except "Don't tell mum." Gee, thanks Soph.
While the men are arriving, so are Donna's two whorish friends who refuse to let the past go, Rosie and Tanya (Julie Walters and Christine Baranski). And what do you do when your friends arrive and you've just discovered you have no money? You sing a song, of course! Thus enters, "Money, Money, Money." I have to hand it to Meryl, though. Only she can make an overlong "OHHHHHH" sound good. And, lo and behold! The only-greek-speaking patrons running around know the words too! AH THE WORLD MAKES SENSE.
As the plot drags along (yes, even with up-beat pop songs, this horrible movie lasted a bit too long), we meet Sophie's fiance, Sky, and learn interesting (not) things about her could-be fathers. With her naive notion that whichever father is most like her is -her- father, Sophie confuses herself into oblivion. Donna discovers the Men and sings "Mama Mia!" to express weather or not she has the guts to go talk to these men. With the help of her friends, she finds that she is a coward and wants to rid of these past-lovers immediatley, and kicks them out.
Visibly shaken, she confides in Tanya and Rosie ("Chiquitita") a secret she has kept from everyone - she is uncertain which of the three men is actually Sophie's father. No matter, as Tanya and Rosie rally her spirits by getting Donna to join in with the female staff and islanders accompanying a musical number intended to make her forget her woes. Donna and The Dynamos reclaim their glory days and champion the women of the island in a call to liberation ("Dancing Queen"). More only-greek-speaking women knowing the words to ABBA music! Ahoy!
Next we find Sophie on Bill's (the sea-loving, Greek-nut father-could-be) boat in a wierd almost-flirtatious scene where she learns bits and pieces about each of the men's past through another song- "Our Last Summer". Needless to say, Mum and I were expecting Sophie to jump each of the men's bones. It was creepy. Luckily, Sky (remember? The fiance we've only seen once?) calls for Sophie and she clumbsily jumps into the ocean and swims back to shore. Sky suspects she is up to something, and Sophie explains what she has been up to. Naturally, Sky is pissed. He "Doesn't know who she is anymore" seeing as she's trying to reach out to her father. :/ But, they get over it and sing "Lay All Your Love on Me" in passionate harmony. Ew. To the audience's relief, Sky is whisked away to his Bachelor party. Wait, what just happened?
We skip forward to the evening, where Sophie is celebrating her last night as a single female, where her mother and friends (mother's friends, not Sophie's. We haven't seen either of those girls since their trio at the beginning of the movie.) sing "Super Trouper" while wearing gaudy 70's jumpsuits. Woo-wee. The fathers stumble upon the party and are thus run over by hundreds of girls who, apparently, are man-deprived. They tie the men up (spare Sam, he escaped to speak with Sophie) and sing the hormone-dripping "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (Man after midnight)" while, basically, stripping the over-50 men. Sam and Sophie speak of Sam's love for Donna. FINALLY he puts two-and-two together and realizes he COULD BE HER FATHER. And he offers to walk her down the aisle the next day. She agrees and then runs away to find Harry (the almost-gay father) and ask him if he ever watned children. He claims "If I had a daughter, I would spoil her rotten." Through a painfully over-acted "OH!" moment, Harry realizes he, too, could have been her father. Again, the father-could-be offers himself to walk her down the aisle. Again, she says "Sure!" This time, she gets pulled away by the mob of women and is forced to table-dance with Bill, the only father she has yet to speak to. Finally, Bill reveals that the old woman who gave Donna the money to invest in her Villa was his Great Aunt Sofia, and Sophie guesses she must be her namesake. That's it! Bill must be her father! Bill clambors off the table in disarray and Sophie is just happy to have possibly found her father.
But her happiness is short-lived as Sam and Harry each tell her they must be her dad and will give her away ("Voulez-Vouz"). A shocked Sophie can't tell them the truth and, overwhelmed by the consequences of her action, faints on the dance floor.
Cut to the morning, and we see Donna freaking out about the men. She thought she got rid of them! But no worry! Her friends will rid of them for her, so she can spend her time with her daughter. Donna confronts Sophie in the courtyard, mistakenly believing Sophie wants the wedding stopped. Sophie angrily says that all she wants is to avoid her mother's mistakes and storms off. An upset Donna is accosted by Sam, full of fatherly concern (bleh) at Sophie getting married so young. Donna dresses him down, and both realize they still have feelings for each other and sing another passionate duo, "SOS" full of sickening harmonies. If they had to choose a singing dad, why didn't they get a guy who could SING? One confusing cut later, we find Rosie on Bill's boat, trying to woo the men into leaving. Bill and Harry confide in each-other that they could be Sophie's father, but are interrupted by the already mentioned Rosie. To add to the discomfort, Bill is naked and has two eyes tattooed to his butt-cheeks. :d We then cut to Tanya in a paddle boat with one of the men (can't remember which) who dives out of the boat to escape. Pepper, the funky black kid who we've met once at a bar scene earlier in the movie, suddenly gets all hot n' bothered for Tanya. He's an awkward looking fellow, so the next dance-and-song number, "Does Your Momma Know," is really quite funny. He tries to be 'sexy' but pulls off the entire number as 'IwishIwereyouragesoIcouldwooyoubutI'makidsoIlooksilly.' Sky comes up and confronts Sophie about the Dad thing and admits he put his "life on hold for [her]." That he wanted to travel the world but found himself so in love with Sophie that he couldn't leave her behind. Mushymushywoowoo.
Another abrupt cut later, we find ourselves in Sophie's room, where Donna is helping her Daughter get ready for the wedding that should be happening later that night. Donna sings a sweet song about losing her daughter to the hands of time ("Slipping Through My Fingers"). Had it not been for the random "Let's turn to the camera and sing for a few seconds!" moment at the end, I think the number would have been moving. But, alas, once again, cheesy choreography ruined the bit. Now, utterly moved by her mom, Sophie decides that her MOM should be the one who walks her down the aisle, and tells Donna such. (But wait, didn't she already ask Sam, Harry and Bill? Hmm :/)
As the staff and bridesmaids accompany Donna and Sophie to the chapel (On a Donkey, no less XD), Sam lies in nervous wait. Donna waves the wedding party on, and he begs Donna to talk. She cuts him short, however, revealing the deep pain she felt over losing him by singing a confusing bit- "The Winner Takes it All." (Let's just say, Mum and I found ourselves going "Wait, what?" When Meryl suddenly turns the song's focal point on her, and not her daughter. There was no real change in emotion, nor a change in...well, anything, when Meryl suddenly started singing about herself, and not Sophie.) The number is a bit long, and very unfocused. Tra-lala. A few moments later, she rushes up the steps to the chapel.
Now, you have to remember that neither of the women thinks the other knows why the three could-be fathers are on the island, much less attending the wedding. Donna, all choked up from her Daughter's wedding, suddenly blurts out that Harry, Sam OR Bill could be Sophie's father. (A comical response can be found with the Priest) To no surprise, Sophie is moved by the sudden truthfullness and admits SHE invited them. (Woahnoes!)
To no one's surprise, Sophie calls the wedding off. In the chapel. With the priest. And...well. Everyone. Donna actually almost gets mad. Sophie explains that she doesn't feel ready yet, and wants to travel with Sky instead. She says the wedding can wait until they come back. Sky is estatic and kisses her. It appears that preparations have been in vain until Sam steps in with the final curveball: he proposes to Donna. Of course, Donna accepts ("I do, I do, I do, I do"). The movie would be able to end with everyone being happy and their ears still in tact. BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!
AWKWARDCUT! We're now at Donna's wedding reception (the entire set for this piece is overly surreal. I feel like someone plastered a tile-pattern of a single photo of lights in the background), where Sam reveals he has loved Donna for 21 years (even though he's been married, had two kids, hasn't seen Donna for 20 of those years, etc) through a song that is found only in the movie version. "When All Is Said and Done." Again, why couldn't we have gotten a guy who could SING? Rosie, tossing all her earlier lesbian-vibes aside, attempts to make a coy play for Bill ("Take a Chance On Me"). It's overly awkward and probably could have been cut from the film without any repercussions. All the couples (Including Harry and some guy. So, he is gay?) present proclaim their love and, magically, water from Aphrodite's fountain of love bursts through the crack in the courtyard at Villa Donna. ("Mama Mia!" reprise)
The story concludes as Sophie and Sky bid farewell to Skopelos island and sail away to a new life together ("I Have a Dream reprise"), one full of hope and promise and horrible soprano breathiness.
During the credits, the older trio (Donna, Tanya and Rosie) don their 70's attire and sing Dancing Queen with the cast. The men join in in THEIR 70's jumpsuits and sing "Waterloo," thus burning both our ears AND eyes. Finally (and yes, I mean FINALLY) Amanda closes the horrid show with "Thank You For The Music."
I believe the first thing Grandpa said when we finished the movie was, "I don't quite understand why everyone thought that was so amazing," followed by Mom's, "It was horrible," and my own, "That was not Meryl Streep's best work," concluded with a family laugh.
Poor guys at Eagles Trace, though. They have to watch it again on Saturday *snork*

The film, in short, was awkwardly cut and horribly choreographed. Not to mention the ear-bleeding ABBA music (Seriously. How can you string together so many shallow pop songs from the 80's and attempt to make a good film/musical/show out of it? I mean, the only reason why Across the Universe worked was because The Beatles are a talented band and over half of their music is trippy enough to relate to ANYTHING drug-like and make sense. That, and they wrote about what was going on at the time, and that was what the film was about--that time.). The plot was lacking moral wholesomness (My mom was a whore and doesn't know who my dad is, so I'm gonna play Who's Your Daddy Home Edition) to be considered a "Fun Family Film," and the acting was lackluster. Who knew a musical could be so badly done? I sincerely hope Meryl jumps back onto something a bit more dignified, so she can get her name back where it belongs, poor bugger.


Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Is it not depressing to realize

That many, if not all of the people surrounding you are not religious in any way?
In fact, they refuse anything even remotely spiritual?
And if they -are- spiritual or religious, they're bigoted bible-thumpers who are ready to pounce on any "filthy" subject with a washcloth and a can of bible-bleach?

It's not uncommon to see children as young as 10 lose all faith in religion. From Catholic school kids to bastardized children in the ghetto, God (or any spiritual being, supreme or otherwise) is a fleetingly idiotic idea, so it seems.

Some claim the depleting faith lies with scientific discoveries. I could argue that some of the discoveries actually strengthen certain aspects of the bible.
Others leave the blame to the bible-thumping evangelists. You know, the ones who believe everything written is absolutely 100% true and good? The ones who lovingly overlook slavery, adulterism, animal sacrifices and anything else that may make their Good Book seem not so good? The ones who overlook the fact that, when translated from Arabic, "Days" really means "Eras"?

Hmm....
Just a thought....
Just a slightly saddening thought...
Leave me your theories.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

A blog to the boozers

August 12, 2008

You just need a splash of ice-water and a slap in the face.
How slow can you get, darling?
You party too much for your own good, drink underage, and apparently get yourself into a lot of trouble when you're drunk.
In other words, I've seen way too many posts about how people should "Disregard Photos From Last Night" and how you have a killer hangover.
Hours later you'll post about how you're upset at how your life is falling apart, why you woke up next to that guy, how no one takes you seriously anymore.
Do you think it could have a connection to the partying?
Because as far as I'm aware, that seems to be your only problem.
You're pretty, and when you're not out being Miss Party, you're a pretty cool person.
Maybe you should stop and think for a bit, and chill on the booze and parties.
Maybe you'll be sober enough to fix whatever's going on that's making your life so miserable, and you won't have any more incriminating photos following you around.
If you can't last a night without parties and booze, you are officially a teenage-alcoholic. And that disgusts me.
And if you're going to continue with this habit, I don't think I can be your friend, though we never were in the first place, were we?
Whatever.
Chill out, and think it through.
Maybe a week without boozing would do you good,
otherwise, get help from a professional, not your myspace friends, since I'm sure they're the ones who took those nasty photos of you in the first place.

Monday, August 11, 2008

another Rant? Porque?

August 11, 2008

When it comes to this over-used chain letter.
I'm not a guy, so I won't write in how they 'feel' when certain actions are made, but I will tell you about my perspective on most of these "What A Girl Means" thing...D:

When a girl is mean to you after a break-up
she wants you back but she is too
scared she'll get hurt and knows
you're gone forever!

Last I checked, when a girl is mean after a break-up, it usually is a result of the breakup itself.
If they broke up to you, and are suddenly mean, it's most likely anger at whatever it was you did to make them break up to you.
If you broke up with them~Put two and two together. You hurt her. Of course she'll be mean. I would anyways. At least for a while

when you catch a girl glancing at you,
she wants you to look back
and smile

Can't really disagree with this one. But just a "glance" isn't always something to act on. You need to "glance back" a few times to find out if she's people-watching or you-watching.
Plus, it's just polite to smile.
Now, if you want her to think you like her back, go talk to her. D:

When a girl bumps into your arm,
while walking with you
she wants
you to hold her hand

Or she simply bumped your arm.
Guys, if you're not going out, don't attempt unless known to be gutsy.
You may get a shot in the groin.
If she's inching her hand closer to yours and brushing her fingers on your palm, however: yeah, she wants you to hold her hand.
And if she persists to the point of obvious 'bumpage' yes, she wants you to. Otherwise, it was an accident.

When she wants a hug
she will just stand there

In today's world, we won't just stand there.
We usually do one of two things: "I want a hug" or go hug you.
It's pretty much as simple as that.
However, nothing is stopping you from initiating the hug.
I, for one, enjoy them, kthanks. And we don't have to be romantic for me to want one.

When u break a girls heart
she still feels it when
you run into each other 3 years later

We may not feel the hearbreak, as this suggests (We aren't all that pathetic),
we may get that weird memory-surge that happens after not seeing someone for a while.
Sorry guys, we don't obsess over you all the time.
It's just how life works.

When a girl is quiet,
millions of things are running through her
mind..

Or she is zoning out. Or is shy. Or is mute.
Don't jump to conclusions.
When I get quiet, I'm doing one of three things:
1. People-watching or studying random habits of people I don't know
2. Being shy and waiting for someone to strike up a conversation so I won't have to
3. Zoning out. Simple as that.

When a girl is not arguing,
she is thinking deeply,,

Because a girl who isn't arguing has deep thoughts 24x7.
Maybe we're just happy we're not arguing
Or maybe we're just content with whatever and are not provoked
Or maybe there's a good TV show on
Or maybe there's no need to argue, because we don't thrive on it.
D:

When a girl looks at you with
eyes full of
questions,
she is wondering how long you will be
around

Or why the sky is blue, or why the grass is green
Or why your shirt doesn't match your pants
Or why her hair is sticking up like alphapha today
Or how long this date will last
Or if you are worth the trouble
Or if her homework really was done
Or if An Cafe is coming to Texas any time soon
Or if she should go through that sex change she was thinking about 2 years ago.
Chill boy.

When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after a
few seconds,
she is not fine at all

For the most part, that's true.
:3 If I seriously have to think about weather or not I'm fine, I'm probably not.
But DO NOT PESTER ME ABOUT IT FOR TEN MINUTES IF I DON'T TELL YOU
It's probably about our period anyways. :3

When a girl stares at you,
she is wondering why you are playing games

Or when you were eating that spinach. XD
XD Maybe we just think you're nice to look at
Or, like I said earlier, we could just be zoning out.

When a girl lays her head on your chest,
she is wishing for you to be hers forever

Because I wish Maddie were mine forever :3
I usually do that because I'm tired or I fell.
If she's with the guy she likes (In my case, my beu)~It's much more intimate and comfortable that way :3

When a girl says she can't live
without you,
she has made up her mind that you are
her future

That's a bit extreme. But yeah, I guess that'd be a fairly reasonable deduction from that line.

When a girl says, "I miss you,"
no one in this world can miss you more
than that

It says the same thing about the guys.
So who misses the other more?
Neither. If they're in a good relationship, they probably miss each other just as much as the other.
:3

As a side note: When I say "I miss you," to guys who aren't my beau or girls, I just miss having their company. I like hanging out with friends, too, ya' know!

I will not say this goes for all girls, since every girl is different.
But as far as I'm aware, the red is an accurate reason behind MY actions :3

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Just a little rant

July 31, 2008

Many people claimed to dislike Brokeback Mountain for multiple reasons.
I find the most aggravating reason to be Jack and Ennis's "Too-Quick relationship."
Many find the...ahem Love-Tent scene to be completely random, and see it as a rather odd jump from just two guys ranching to their aggressive...you know.

BUT If you actually paid attention throughout the opening (Yes, it's long. Get over it), You'd see hints leading up to the point.

1. Jack seemed to be looking Ennis up and down when they first met. He had the whole "I wanna but...I need to meet him...but I'm nervous...let's impress him" air about him. Maybe it was just me, but that's what I read off of his body-language in the VERY FIRST SCENE.

2. A bit more obvious now, Jack tries to get to know Ennis in his own quirky ways. Telling stories about growing up and almost making their life-stories a competition in the bar. That's ...what the second scene"?

3. It isn't uncommon for men to get lonely during the 3 or 4 months away from home.

4. In the Tent scene, after Ennis comes in from the freezing cold, Jack eventually pulls Ennis' hand over his body. At first it seems innocent, until they both bolt up. Then you see Jack (and his ever-building sexual tension) basically attach Ennis.
After some aggressive fidgeting, Jack gets straight to business, pulling Ennis along with him.

5. In a much later scene, when the two boys are meeting up, it is implied by Ennis that Jack was gay (or at the very least interested in men in some way or another) before Ennis even met him. Though, I admit, Jack claimed to have been Straight near the beginning, it is obvious his feelings are a bit different towards this cowboy.


Hmm.
That was a lame argument for my side.
But I saw Jack as gay before I even knew he was.
Or at least, I saw he was interested in Ennis for more than just a buddy-pal relationship.
O.O;

Sunday, November 18, 2007

?

November 18, 2007

Okay, so it has come to my attention that a lot of people think that my obsession with Japan is just a phase.
Hell, the fact that I like Japan has, apparently, given some people actual REASON to hate me.
Could someone please tell me the logic in this?

So, to clear the air on certain viewpoints of mine, I'm going to address a few of the more "pressing" (i.e. obvious) reasons behind why certain people dislike my taste. And please, don't tell me something is wrong. Unless I claim it as fact, this is all opinion. Okay? Alright.

1. Japanese Music
There are a few reasons why I like Japanese music better than American music.
For one thing, there really is no "cover" scene.
A lot of today's artists are too *ahem* artistically drained to come up with their own music or lyrics. So, naturally, they take old one-hit-wonders and remix them to make them sound more modern, and with their voice.
I have yet to run across a cover of an earlier Japanese song.
Spare "Requiem" and "Dear...from XXX" But Miyavi was IN the band that performed them first, so, honestly, I think he's an exception (That law goes for any American singers that had done covers of songs from bands they were in)
Also, I like the feel I get from Japanese music. (Rock, not pop) If I were to ask you to listen to "Akuro no Oka" and then had you tell me what you thought the song was about, I bet you would hit it right on the nail. Most of the music that I listen to conveys whatever feeling and message they have through their voice alone. (You don't have to understand the language to know what the singer is trying to say.
It just helps -_^ )
That is rare among American artists. (And don't you dare argue that one.)

2. Fashion
Okay, this one is a given.
Japanese Street-Fashion is BEYOND creative. It entrances me, and captivates me.
It's amazing what these people come up with. It can range from cute to EXCRUCIATINGLY scary. Seriously.
The basic "style" of Japanese Street-fashion IS to have no "style"
So, when you look at me strangely when I walk down the street with clashing patterns, colors and insane hair....remember that I dare to be different.
American Fashion, however, has become VERY stereotyped.
Go to Hot Topic to find the dwindling Gothic clothing, or the ever-growing "scene" style clothing (Honestly, Scene is like a cheap rip-off of Street Fashion, but too afraid to be weird)
Go to A&F or Hollister for the "preppy" style.
Go to Walmart for the "gangsta" style (I'm not kidding, guys.)
Go to Spencers for the "skater" look. If coupled with Hot Topic, you can become "emo" or a toned-down version of "scene"
Am I getting my point across?
Us, as Americans, are lacking in creativity when it comes to fashion. Of course the stuff on the runway can get pretty insane, but who the heck is going to pay $1,000 for a paper-bag dress?

3. School/Education
Alright.
Here are a couple of stereotypes that we, sadly, fill out in at LEAST a quarter of our classes.
Enter a room full of American students.
What do you see?
That's right. You see kids slouching, paying NO attention to the teacher. Papers EVERYWHERE. Absolutely NO discipline. The teacher has given up on even -trying- to teach, and has retired to his corner to go to check his MYSPACE. The few kids that are attempting to LEARN something are frustrated beyond belief, and are searching relentlessly through their books for answers to questions, whilst the kids around them are screaming and disturbing the few classes that actually CARE.
Enter a room full of Japanese students (This is based on my 2 penpals, gomen if it isn't ALWAYS correct.)
What do you see?
You see kids doing work, studying whilst the teacher is giving a lecture.
You see at LEAST a couple of them taking notes, and a few are zoning out (oh well)
Most of the kids actually LOOK interested in what the teacher says, and are paying attention with at least 3/4 of their brain-function. They are QUIET. They are NOT GOOFING OFF. All of the classes have at least semi-attentive students taking notes or registering what the teacher is saying in a little file-cabinet in the back of their brains.

See how the Japanese actually CARE a little bit?
Hell, you stick an American-taught kid, and a Japanese-taught kid,
give them a difficult-ish question.
I wonder who answers correctly...FIRST.
Ding ding ding. Japanese.

4. I WAS BORN THERE
Of course I'm going to be at least SEMI interested in a place that I was BORN in.
Most of you have lived in Dallas/Irving/Copell/Kaufman/Terrell/[insert your town] for the vast majority of your life. IF NOT ALL OF IT.
If you were born in Dallas, and then moved to England when you were 5, wouldn't you be interested in American culture?
Of course you would!

Geez.

Okay, that was a lame argument.
But whatever.

U.U