Ok, my computer is being really weird, so if you see any links in this entry for words like "music" or "credit", don't click them. You'll know if it's a real link you should click, don't worry.
I can't believe I haven't updated here in a month. I guess I just haven't had anything important to say that everyone else isn't saying, you know?
School is so damn time consuming. I feel like all I'm doing all the time is sitting at a desk in that hellpit, writing essays for the hellbreathers, or sleeping so I can get up and do it again. Lovely.
Ashlee Simpson has some serious sk1llz. I hated her for the longest time, but her songs are just so damn catchy, I couldn't resist. It takes a lot to covert me from hating an artist to liking them, so I have to give her some points. I don't think she's a better technical singer than Jessica, but her music definitely has a little more appeal.
I watched Heathers last night. Sometimes I forget how much I'm addicted to that movie if I don't watch it for a while. If you've never seen it, you have to. It is one of the best dark comedies I've ever seen. Who else could pull off a homicidal socialite like Winona Ryder?
The Grim Grotto. I have mixed feelings about this book, I'm not gonna lie. I liked the story, because I love the Baudelaires like my own family, but there were several writing quirks that bothered me.
Firstly, I felt like Snicket alluded to the water cycle too damn much. I like how he starts off the book with little things like dictionary references (ala Ersatz Elevator), or even the water cycle, but I felt like he was wasting entire pages on it. I found myself skipping them, which I hate having to do in a book.
Secondly, I hate how Sunny is actually talking. I know that babies grow and all, I just think it's a lot less interesting then earlier books where they would take complete nonsense words and translate them into specific phrases. It was a turnoff.
Overall, I thought the book was good. Fiona irked me, but I loved Capt. Widdershins and Phil, so I guess it's a tradeoff. And Carmelita and Esme, did, as usual, put me into a homicidal/suicidal rage.