"Newsvendor: I see the world didn't end yesterday.
Rorschach: Are you sure?"
"We have labored long to build a heaven, only to find it populated with horrors." - Watchmen
(yes. This is my mood today. Let me hover, don't bring me further down or try to cheer me up. I'm OK [You're Ok])
And on a lighter note:
"I Love Shrimp! Who Else Loves Shrimp?"
- Richard Gilmore, Gilmore Girls
Wow. Long time no blog!
Lots has changed on the Art Nouveau front, but nothings' really different.
it's finally March Break (mini wave and stream of cartwheels). But sadly it's now almost over, and the threat of school on Monday looms on the horizon, with only a weekend left. It's weird to think that it's been a year since last March Break when I went on the school trip to Italy and Greece, in comparison I really haven't done much this year, except stay up all night and sleep all day, 'cause I'm cliche like that.
Highlights include:
- Going shopping with my sister in Toronto, and getting caught in the Sri Lanka genocide protest along Yonge street, while we tried to get between Forever 21 and the World's Biggest Bookstore (where we would be told that they have to keep copies of Fight Club in the back of the store, so they don't get stolen).
- Getting home the same day, and looking at all the stuff I bought, all the stuff I wanted so much, spent hundreds of dollars on, and suddenly feeling so distant from it. Suddenly not caring about it anymore, like iI sdhould just give it all away. I've been getting this feeling a lot lately, but then a few minutes later I see something I want, and buy it. I think it's getting out of hand, now. And I wonder...when will I be satisfied? When will I ever have enouh stuff? Am I filling the hole in my heart, the hollow at my side on pair of shoes at a time?
-Watching Cold Mountain with my parents, while my Dad spent the entire movie waiting for Renee, my Mom lusting over Jude Law
-Creating my own team of superheroes, and taping drawings to my closet door
My Team: Red Riding Hood (flying prostitute), The IT Girl (girly girl with superstrength), Invisi-Boy (invisible albino), The Golden Boy (super jock with control over the elements who winds up Oracle-ing it), and The Reader (child prodigy, who can read minds thanks to government experiments.
More on them later....I got loads.
-Trying to clean my room and getting somewhat sucessful, for once, thanks to blasting music on my Ipod dock. I'd forgotten my carpet was white. Actually sort of grey now.
- Watching Jawbreaker with my sister, and thinking about how Rose Mcgowan's character shows more of her dominant character in the Big Stick scene than she does in the entire movie
-Hanging out with friends of the family and binging out on peanut M and Ms
-Spending inordinate amounts of time on Polyvore.com putting outfits together (as QueenOfKitsh)
- And having a real eupthoria moment, on the treadmill, listening to music and half dancing, half running while pausing every few minutes to try my hand at mimicing more lines from Harley and Ivy. (I'm actually getting my Harley voice!)
I think I actually screamed, I am Alive!
Yay for finally getting warmer! I was getting used to the sound of my teeth chattering.
And my latest thing (with this washing machine), hanging out at my grandmother's for a few days. So this blog is coming to you live on location from my grandmother's computer, which feels really weird to type because all her settings are for extra large print type.
So I'm in Scarbourgh, and I just blew fifteen dollars, I'll never see again on dessert shaped erasers, a strawberry headband, another chocolate bar mirror, orange-mango gum, and a Little Miss Sunshine/Mr.Happy red plastic coin purse, (seriously I'm like five years old),wearing lots of winged eyeliner, having
and slept 'til 3 this afternoon, after watching Big Wolf On Campus via Youtube until 2 in the morning.
Yesturday, my dad came to drop me off, he sent me downstairs with the dog, and this weird guy in a car whistles over at me in my hot pink fishnets, and yells "Hey Sweetness!"
Me? really? Why preposition me? The dog's prettier than I am.
Serious baby, I'm no prize. Why do you think nobody's snapped me up yet?
And on Pirate Facebook, I'm Marooned, but that's beside the fact.
This encounter is made weirder by the idea that my grandmother's building is restricted to older people living there. ne again I'm going to ask why the only guys who like me are old ones?Do I have an age limit? You must be this old to ride this ride?
Anyway.......
I've been kind of lazing around the past few days reading Watchmen, mostly in the sun in my backyard. After finally caving in and buying a copy, after so many people told me to read it. I really don't know why I was so reluctant...It was just about the best thing I've ever read.
Sadly the movie didn't deliever the same punch, didn't make you hold your breath, didn't leave you thinking, wondering if the world was ending and if we would destroy ourselves.
It cut out the philosophical aspect, cut down the entire idea of the past, present and future existing at the same time and Kovacs literally becoming Roschach, instead of just a guy in a hero costume, becoming the hero.
And gave us just another superhero movie. Just another action sequence, just another unconventional love story, just another midlife crisis.
and 99 Red Balloons, I mean c'mon!
What the fuck was that for?
What's cool is that I have the same birthday as Dr. Manhattan, who emerged fully formed on November 22nd, which is the best day ever! Especially when its' coupled with the best day in the week, Friday (as it was in '91), when the weekend, two glorious days of untouched freedom stretch out in front of you.
Apparently as Friday's Child, I'm honest and giving?
I've always loved my birthday. It's just cold enough for a refreshing breeze but not freezing, there presents of course,
and usually, somebody out there who likes me, obligies me with a bright moon or some light snowfall. Oh and I finally get to be as old as eveyone else in my class. Take it from me, late birthdays suck! Everyone else is turning 18, and I'm still 17! It'll be harder next year in Ottawa, when I'm still 17 and everyone elses' legal in Quebec. But whatever, it's an awesome day
Plus there's the added bonus that in 2033, it will be 11/22/33. But that's if I live that long, and I kinda doubt that.
But it is a great day, shared by the likes of Karen O., Mark Ruffalo, Scarlett Johanson, and that figure skater guy who's gold was given late at the Salt Lake Olympics. Also, it's Lebannese Independance Day, who knew?
Not so great for Aldous Huxley, C.S. Lewis, JFK, Blackbeard, or the 100 people murdered at the 2002 Miss World Competition in Nigeria
But overall, a pretty great day.
I'm a weird one.
Rorschach: Are you sure?"
"We have labored long to build a heaven, only to find it populated with horrors." - Watchmen
(yes. This is my mood today. Let me hover, don't bring me further down or try to cheer me up. I'm OK [You're Ok])
And on a lighter note:
"I Love Shrimp! Who Else Loves Shrimp?"
- Richard Gilmore, Gilmore Girls
Wow. Long time no blog!
Lots has changed on the Art Nouveau front, but nothings' really different.
it's finally March Break (mini wave and stream of cartwheels). But sadly it's now almost over, and the threat of school on Monday looms on the horizon, with only a weekend left. It's weird to think that it's been a year since last March Break when I went on the school trip to Italy and Greece, in comparison I really haven't done much this year, except stay up all night and sleep all day, 'cause I'm cliche like that.
Highlights include:
- Going shopping with my sister in Toronto, and getting caught in the Sri Lanka genocide protest along Yonge street, while we tried to get between Forever 21 and the World's Biggest Bookstore (where we would be told that they have to keep copies of Fight Club in the back of the store, so they don't get stolen).
- Getting home the same day, and looking at all the stuff I bought, all the stuff I wanted so much, spent hundreds of dollars on, and suddenly feeling so distant from it. Suddenly not caring about it anymore, like iI sdhould just give it all away. I've been getting this feeling a lot lately, but then a few minutes later I see something I want, and buy it. I think it's getting out of hand, now. And I wonder...when will I be satisfied? When will I ever have enouh stuff? Am I filling the hole in my heart, the hollow at my side on pair of shoes at a time?
-Watching Cold Mountain with my parents, while my Dad spent the entire movie waiting for Renee, my Mom lusting over Jude Law
-Creating my own team of superheroes, and taping drawings to my closet door
My Team: Red Riding Hood (flying prostitute), The IT Girl (girly girl with superstrength), Invisi-Boy (invisible albino), The Golden Boy (super jock with control over the elements who winds up Oracle-ing it), and The Reader (child prodigy, who can read minds thanks to government experiments.
More on them later....I got loads.
-Trying to clean my room and getting somewhat sucessful, for once, thanks to blasting music on my Ipod dock. I'd forgotten my carpet was white. Actually sort of grey now.
- Watching Jawbreaker with my sister, and thinking about how Rose Mcgowan's character shows more of her dominant character in the Big Stick scene than she does in the entire movie
-Hanging out with friends of the family and binging out on peanut M and Ms
-Spending inordinate amounts of time on Polyvore.com putting outfits together (as QueenOfKitsh)
- And having a real eupthoria moment, on the treadmill, listening to music and half dancing, half running while pausing every few minutes to try my hand at mimicing more lines from Harley and Ivy. (I'm actually getting my Harley voice!)
I think I actually screamed, I am Alive!
Yay for finally getting warmer! I was getting used to the sound of my teeth chattering.
And my latest thing (with this washing machine), hanging out at my grandmother's for a few days. So this blog is coming to you live on location from my grandmother's computer, which feels really weird to type because all her settings are for extra large print type.
So I'm in Scarbourgh, and I just blew fifteen dollars, I'll never see again on dessert shaped erasers, a strawberry headband, another chocolate bar mirror, orange-mango gum, and a Little Miss Sunshine/Mr.Happy red plastic coin purse, (seriously I'm like five years old),wearing lots of winged eyeliner, having
and slept 'til 3 this afternoon, after watching Big Wolf On Campus via Youtube until 2 in the morning.
Yesturday, my dad came to drop me off, he sent me downstairs with the dog, and this weird guy in a car whistles over at me in my hot pink fishnets, and yells "Hey Sweetness!"
Me? really? Why preposition me? The dog's prettier than I am.
Serious baby, I'm no prize. Why do you think nobody's snapped me up yet?
And on Pirate Facebook, I'm Marooned, but that's beside the fact.
This encounter is made weirder by the idea that my grandmother's building is restricted to older people living there. ne again I'm going to ask why the only guys who like me are old ones?Do I have an age limit? You must be this old to ride this ride?
Anyway.......
I've been kind of lazing around the past few days reading Watchmen, mostly in the sun in my backyard. After finally caving in and buying a copy, after so many people told me to read it. I really don't know why I was so reluctant...It was just about the best thing I've ever read.
Sadly the movie didn't deliever the same punch, didn't make you hold your breath, didn't leave you thinking, wondering if the world was ending and if we would destroy ourselves.
It cut out the philosophical aspect, cut down the entire idea of the past, present and future existing at the same time and Kovacs literally becoming Roschach, instead of just a guy in a hero costume, becoming the hero.
And gave us just another superhero movie. Just another action sequence, just another unconventional love story, just another midlife crisis.
and 99 Red Balloons, I mean c'mon!
What the fuck was that for?
What's cool is that I have the same birthday as Dr. Manhattan, who emerged fully formed on November 22nd, which is the best day ever! Especially when its' coupled with the best day in the week, Friday (as it was in '91), when the weekend, two glorious days of untouched freedom stretch out in front of you.
Apparently as Friday's Child, I'm honest and giving?
I've always loved my birthday. It's just cold enough for a refreshing breeze but not freezing, there presents of course,
and usually, somebody out there who likes me, obligies me with a bright moon or some light snowfall. Oh and I finally get to be as old as eveyone else in my class. Take it from me, late birthdays suck! Everyone else is turning 18, and I'm still 17! It'll be harder next year in Ottawa, when I'm still 17 and everyone elses' legal in Quebec. But whatever, it's an awesome day
Plus there's the added bonus that in 2033, it will be 11/22/33. But that's if I live that long, and I kinda doubt that.
But it is a great day, shared by the likes of Karen O., Mark Ruffalo, Scarlett Johanson, and that figure skater guy who's gold was given late at the Salt Lake Olympics. Also, it's Lebannese Independance Day, who knew?
Not so great for Aldous Huxley, C.S. Lewis, JFK, Blackbeard, or the 100 people murdered at the 2002 Miss World Competition in Nigeria
But overall, a pretty great day.
But then again, my age is usually pretty coincidental to whatever's going on for instance:
-I'm 12, and I read Lolita- Lolita is 12
- I'm 14 and I read the Virgin Suicides- Lux Lisbon is 14
- I'm 16 when Sweeney Todd comes out- Johanna is 16
- And I'm 17 when Repo: The Genetic Opera comes out, with an entire (pretty lame, compared to the rest of the thing) song about the power of being 17.
Well, It's better than 40!
(there's tons more, but I can't remember them now.)
On the topic of Lolita, which I read after a creepy guy (*adding more to my age limit theory) on the subway called me a nymphet, and I wanted to know what it meant.
What's amusing about that, besides the obivious ridiculousness of the name Humbert Humbert, is the part in the book where the narrorator tries to imagine the reader of the book (which is supposed to be a Death Row confession), as an intellectual. He figures the reader would be an older man with wire glasses and grey hair, with a leather elbowed blazer, smoking a pipe in his office.
As then, picture me, the little thirteen year old blonde girl, with the jump rope, and the baby face.I'm a weird one.
Well, Bah-Bye...
Personally, I Just Don't Care.
-*Catcher * (voted Most Dramatic in elementary school, so can't be taken seriously) *Davis*
Food For Thought: Did Dr.Manhattan create our universe, he was considering creating people?What if Watchmen took place in the alternate version of 1985, from back to the future? And anyone else think faceless Rorsarch looks like Alfred E. Newman?
This post breaks my old record of most November 22nd birthdays in the same post.
