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Friday, March 30, 2007
3/30/2007 07:49:00 PM Sweet. So guess which movie was greenlit this week, in Hollywood. The film adaptation of the Richard Yates novel Revolutionary Road. Why should anyone care, you ask? This film will be pretty special. Not only will it have fantastically depressing moments, and great (if anything but heroic) characters, but the wonderful Sam Mendes (of 'American Beauty' fame) will be directing this picture. Which would make it all fairly exciting and good, and one can only envision it doing well, and probably toting some Academy Winning performances waiting to be had from it. And just who will be playing the leading roles of the main characters, April and Frank Wheeler? None other than the re-united pairing of Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio. This will be interesting. And Huge. Mark my words. Best part? The two have only improved as actors since the last time they worked together, and as a married couple (with kids) struggling with their deeply troubling relationship, they couldn't be further from their relationship in Titanic.
That Girlie questionnaire thingy
3/30/2007 02:01:00 PM What color is your bra? White. I wish I were more exciting. Hair, up or down? Down. I feel better with it up, but its really thin and generall looks shite that way. Do you straighten your hair? Ha! No. That's the sad part. Do you worry about the size of your boobs? Not really at all. I could do with smaller though. Even less to think about then. Whats your favorite girly magazine? Heehee...I would say, Good Housekeeping. I try to avoid magazines altogether these days. What is your Favorite mascara? Am I supposed to have a signature brand, or more than one to choose from? I suppose that's answer enough. Color-wise, black obvioulsy. Small or large purse? No purse, so small wallet, unless I have to have one, then its generally for a specific purpose where it needs to be larger, and more often then resembles a bag of some sort. In your purse, what are your must haves? Money, ID's, Keys, Little Notebook, at least one pen, at least one flash drive, cellphone, maybe a pick and a bottle of water. Jeans or skirts? Jeans. Do you wear clothes/shoes/jewelry that's uncomfortable? Um, sometimes. Shoes especially, I always need more height, poor feet. Clothes, not as much, and jewelry not as much--sometimes earings that pain me. Did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy? Not all day or night, but a good chunk of hours, sure. What your favorite color? Blue or Green. Depending on where its being used. Do you consider yourself girly? Sentimentally, yes. Outwardly/Behaviorally, no. Heels or Flats? Heels. Do you ever cry during a romantic movie? Oh yeah. Would you leave the house without makeup on? All the time. Walmart or Target? Target. Do you consider making out "unladylike"? No, I don't think women should hold themselves to standards of expectations of 'ladyness' for others perceptions. Now if the question was in regards to the act being innappropriate or animalistic of both sexes, I'd be more likely to have a yes or no answer. On the scale of 1-10 how fun is shopping? 6. For leisure, its enjoyable, but not so much afterward when you get home and check the reciept as you toss it in the trash. Are you spoiled? I think I've become slightly defensive in this simple stupid questionaire. I first took that question as 'no', and then suddenly, 'of course you are, you asshole, you live in the First World, and are incredibly priveledged'. I think the entire purpose of this quiz for fun, is being compromised by my frustrated state of mind at the present moment. I'll try to work on that for the rest. Do you think lipgloss is the best? I prefer it to lipstick, yes. Do you freak out if you miss your favorite show? Not these days. Between watching shows online, and torrents, no need for the extra stress. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? Generally 30 to 60 minutes. Accessories make the outfit: true or false: I wouldn't know. My outfits are as bad as my lack of accessories. Do you like sk8ter boys? Very Much. Ran into an extremely polite one yesterday on campus. He apologized in advance, for nearly running into Sam. I thought that was quite nice. Do you often wish there was something about you, you could change? Of course. Who doesn't? Gold or silver? Silver. Do you dress up too much for holidays? Not too much, but more than on average. I generally dress up more in the winter months period. In the summer I'm much more casual. Do you like to wear dresses? Sometimes. When I want to feel feminine. Do you write a lot of mushy love poems? Not at all. Though I fear I have a terribly mushy screenplay on my hands at the moment. On a scale of 1-10 how much do guys confuse you? Not much. I'd say 3 or 4. I often find women more complex. And children. (That sounds like a bad slam to men, but I'm not saying their stupider than most kids--I love men. I just think they're reasoning and thought processes are much more clear and concise, therefore easier to understand. Unless you're George Bush. Then you do lack the intelligence of a child, and you're brain follows no comprehensible reason.) In the past 24 hours have you hung out with a guy? Dinner with Ivan, and talk with the Norweigian Chris in the lounge for a while.
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Sunday, March 25, 2007
Well, Here We Are (yes, here we are, aren't we...)
3/25/2007 03:57:00 PM I just had to add that 2nd line. It's like Maggie and Jonny's duet forever haunts me, whenever I think of the phrase "Here we are" now. Anyways. Here we are, a week after my last post, and would you know it, I'm still procrastinating the same exact damn homework. Lmao. And here I am blogging to further procrastinate it again. Oh, I'm so damn predictable. Earlier today I had my radio show so that was excuse enough to not be thinking about my special effects project. It's just that its gonna take so damn long (as those things do--hello, how many years did it take to do the post on Titanic?). Well, I suppose theirs was a much greater task, but still, mine's damn hard too. We don't even have real elements like a boat or water to re-create, because we're making our own completely new effect, and all we have to begin with is the letter X. So earlier today in my procrastinating fun time, which ususally consists of me doing something very productive though not at all related to what I need to be wasting time on -- I realized that there were no bloopers on the Holiday dvd that I bought over break, and that made me sad. So do you know what I did? Well, me being the scavenging pirate I am, I found a couple short blooper clips, and made my own damn blooper real. How's that for getting some production work done today! Suck it, Sony!! Seriously. I should be in charge of the dvd making, if they re-release it, or do a special edition. My dvd would kick their dvds ass. Is that too conceited? Possibly. If you'd like to see it, here it is. Nothing special (course, there wasnt much available to me, like the giant studio who has access to crap tons of footage, etc.) but its cute. And its bloopers. Which I hadn't seen, and wanted to. And now you can. I even turned the volume down in bits to make Winslet's swearing less obvious, should children be watching somewhere. No one wants to ruin Rita the Sewer Rat for them (even if she does curse like one...wait, do sewer rats curse?) Also cute on the topic of that Winslet. Perfect achievement award speech, which I also came across in my digging, and brought to the surface of YouTube. Props to her for wanting to be Julie Andrews. Didn't we all? Okay, maybe not you lot, but for other strange little girls out there like me, I either wanted to be her, or be babysat by her. Isn't the layout of this page evidence enough? Sunday, March 18, 2007
3/18/2007 09:39:00 PM Do you think there's a relationship among the length of my posts, when I'm supposed to be doing something else? Hahaha.
Ah, Spring Break
3/18/2007 08:57:00 PM Well, it looks like my initial plans of doing absolutely nothing over break, came to fruition, with or without my permission. Even with my full schedule all laid out, the day midterms were over, my body decided it was in need of a break, and was going to take one, whether I was planning accordingly or not. So the first quarter of my break was filled with abdominal pain, and misery, not to mention utter exhaustion, which led to the accomplishing of not a whole lot before I left St. Louis. Which was fine, I told myself, because I had plenty of time to get things done at home, once I got back from Illinois. However, when that happened I was still feeling ill on Sunday/Monday (though I'd told myself that it would all go away the Friday prior) and I arrive home to find out that my poor (and unexplicably stubborn) kitty had thrown herself another tantrum, while my mom was gone, and starved herself for four days, while she sat in the basement, unmoving from her single position throughout the duration. So besides going to the clinic and worrying about myself and the cat, my mother was trying to focus on her sick sister Tina, and convincing her to go to the clinic, as well as turning in her letter of resignation on Tuesday. I spent the first half of the week doting on my kitty (partially to ignore my meds) and nursing her back to health. Which came fairly quickly and only pissed me off more, since it seemed certain then, that she had done this to herself, and there was no incidental illness about it, whatsoever. By Wednesday she was walking; though still a bag of bones. On Thursday, Maggie and I took our newly purchased friend Gustavo, to his new owner Mrs. Bond, in a display of thanks and appreciation for all she's contributed to our intellect and our lives. There was a plethera of metaphors we attached to the symbolism of gifting a potted plant in a pot to our past educator, too many of which I either fail to recall now, or feel no use in typing up. Regardless, they were there, and implied. And I'm sure, if anybody could read the symbolism in anything, it would be Mrs. Bond. If you don't believe me, why don't you discuss Lord of the Flies with her. Better yet, I'll save you the headache, and advise against it. Also Thursday, the momma slash future member of the RV-ing community, had some visitors of her own. Aaron and Rianna stopped by and chatted with her for like two hours, and Holly came over to collect some old elementary materials that my mom herself had used as a student teacher in college. She was having a blast as she put it, and when I got back from wasting an endless amount of time at the Whoa! (like any good Loup City resident) I found her weezing for breath and barely able to speak. She did manage to whiningly complain about how minutes ago she was "having so much fun", and how "totally unfair" this was. How very repressed teenager of her. It was cute. Minus the croaking of her words as they escaped her growingly growly throat. Friday was then a day to take care of the moms, and chill out and watch movies all day. Which is what we did. Then Saturday, it was off once more to return to the land of never-ending work (which I suppose is appropriate for the life of a student). After stopping in Lincoln to catch up with Charley over a burrito (or two) I got back around 2:30 a.m. and hauled all my shiz up to the room and crashed finally near 4:00 a.m. Up and at 'em at 8:00 a.m. and thus began my day. Which thus far, has led to me cleaning the room, finding a publication of Emma Thompson's diaries during the shooting of Sense & Sensibility (which are so compelling I read them straight through from 3:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m.) in the library --accompaning the screenplay she wrote for the film, and otherwise fannying around and wasting time doing silly things, like organizing my closet, and re-folding clothes (you know how they get after being all packed up, you practically need to open them up to breathe again, and then neatly tuck them back into your drawers). So here I am to purge it all from my system, and maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to go and sip my cappucino, and be otherwise re-energized and inspired (I keep wanting to type things in British-English ZtoS's today, I just caught myself typing 'energised', and before that 'organising') to move on and fufill at least some of my duties for the night. Overall, I'm pleased with how things went after all. Even though I got little accomplished in relation to work, I got to catch up with Maggie who I only saw briefly once over Christmas break, so those visits were well overdue, and even though I didn't see Reid, I managed to catch him on the phone for a while, and I hadn't spoken to him in literally months. Oh yeah, and travelling 10 hours with my mom in a car was awesome. I love her. Watching the Holiday with her was pure genious as well. Brilliantly enteraining, that one. A week in her spirit and energy was well worth it -- I haven't seen the woman so relaxed and at ease for quite some time. Exciting times ahead. My mom was even talking about how she is planning to start a blog to keep track of all her and Marc's travels. Now that should hold some good stories.
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Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Eeeeek!
3/07/2007 09:10:00 PM One more midterm and I'm freeeeeee!!!! Well, then I'm technically off to Illinois to be trapped in an RV with my folks, but I miss them, and shall be glad to see them, even in close quarters. Then my mommy will take me home with her for a week. So she says. Though I'm her ride back to the LC. I. Am. Still. Not Studying. I thought maybe coming and getting a quick note about Spring Break out into cyberspace would clear it from my mind temporarily enough for me to get started on this damn test...but alas, it has not. And I am here. And I feel like listening to Emma Thompson speak Shakespearean literature to me. Or I want to watch 'Much Ado About Nothing' again. Still, she is one person I could listen talk for ever. She would probably be 2nd right after Julie Andrews, and followed shortly by any soft spoken gentle Irishman. Now what the hell am I talking about? This is clearly going off somewhere in the deep, trying to keep me from work even more. But I have recently fallen in love with the poem/song from that play, that appeared in the movie. I don't know why. I just like saying it over again, and I even recorded the sung part (though I think I may even record the different times and ways its spoken) from the film, and stuck it in my itunes. For the record, I speak of "Sigh No More, Ladies". What the hell, why don't I just paste it here, since I'm obviously continuing to waste time. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more; Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never; Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Converting all your sounds of woe Into. Hey nonny, nonny. Sing no more ditties, sing no more, Of dumps so dull and heavy; The fraud of men was ever so, Since summer first was leavy. Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into. Hey, nonny, nonny. I think the most hilarious thing is multiple dictionaries and sources I consulted compare Shakespeare's phrase "Hey, nonny, nonny" to the "shu-bee-doo" of DooWop as a phrase that essentially means nothing and is a simply a "la la la" or "yeah yeah yeah" added to a song. But I love the DooWop reference. Anyways, I've recently felt kind of masochistic for wanting to watch all these old films like the afore mentioned or "Sense and Sensibility" and "Pride and Prejudice", and anything involving that sort of old romance. Of course that means films that take place during times when women had no rights, and nothing to do but get married, so naturally the main struggle of the protagonists is about love. Which is really I think what makes it so romantic. Nix the fact that chivalry doesn't really exist anymore, but really, no one has to fight for love anymore. There's no anguish in it. Anyone (well almost anyone) can marry whoever they want, and marry whomever they love. There's no obstacle in it anymore really. Isn't that kind of sad? I think that's what has been drawing me to these stories as of late. Over break I hope to accomplish two things. Watch the freaking films I've stockpiled up, and read. And actually take a break for a week. Of course I know this won't happen, because everytime I go home there is some massive task to undertake with my mother, or some project to work on while I'm there. I did buy a rather interesting book recently that I can't wait to start reading. It's called "Becoming Myself: Reflections on growing up female". It's not even for a class or anything. Oh My God! I totally forgot about I class I have that will start 2nd term, after break. I just thought of something. Maybe in anticipation for my Women's Studies class, subconciously I've been preparing my mind for all the jazz. That totally makes sense for spontaneously buying this book online, and the sudden interest in females in history in these films I've been watching. That makes perfect sense. Wow, was my brain actually doing work ahead of time? Before I could consciously procrastinate it? What a trick. Sneaky bastard that one. Actually being a reasonable student. Shit. Now I feel I have to get back to my midterm. Guilt becomes me. |
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