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I've never been so nervous about a movie before...But Narnia has me on my fucking toes.
The thing is, The Chronicles had a profound effect on me as a child and I was utterly taken back by the movie. I used to have faith that Narnia actually existed and that one day I could find it and then I could live there forever with Aslan. I'm totally not exaggerating either. I was a very strange little girl who believed that anything was possible--I thought faeries were real, other worlds (like Narnia) were real, etc etc...
So the story means a lot to me and so does the movie. I can't even describe the feeling I get when I hear the music for The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. It's just amazing and it's because of what I went through as a child.
So for me, having the animal characters not look real enough and having the wrong actors for the children could really screw things up. Already, I'm scared to death that these digial creatures are going to look more fake than they do real and I already know that I'm disappointed in the actors. I mean, you get one picture in your head of what a character looks like and you identify that face with that character...and then they go and put a completely different looking person in the role. Susan is the complete opposite of herself--they may as well have cast Scarlett Johansson. I KNOW ... isn't going to look right AT ALL. They're certainly not casting the same type of skinny, evil looking, freckled boy with the light hair and eyebrows. Peter's not the same--he looks more raggedy than the other (with that messed up, bushy hair instead of looking proper and well put together)...And Lucy. Oh dear Lucy--she's supposed to be this rosy-red chubby cheeked little thing! So not the case...
So I'm already disappointed :-P
How sad is THAT. It's just a fucking movie...
Okay so I just made the fluffiest potatoes you would ever see. They're borderline instant. I wasn't paying attention as I was adding the milk and let a bit too much get in :-P Hopefully once they've been in the fridge a while, they'll harden up.
Today was productive. I was up by 8:30, ate a super fast breakfast, took a super fast shower, and then cleaned the general vicinity of the apartment while making fruit/vegetable juice for the day. So I vaccuumed, washed the counters, sink and stove, and did all my crazy dishes from the night before as well as that morning. Actually, I lie...I didn't do the official cleaning until I was making my lunch before work...before that I was taking out the trash and wiping down the counters and such. This weekend I just have to dust and I'll be done! Until I start on my room, that is ;)
So I figured it out thanks to watching Addicted to Love. Mr. Purcell, my math prof, sounds EXACTLY like Matthew Broderick and has his void-of-a-pupil eyes. I couldn't believe how much he sounded like him. If I had closed my eyes, I'd have thought I was in the movie! hahaha
So my Art History professor officially annoys the shit out of me. I prefer professors who attempt to make the subject matter interesting AS IS, not ones who change the stories around to better relate to the students. Today, she was talking about the gods and how they were going to kill all mankind because they weren't doing their work, they were just partying and being loud with their boomboxes and such. Come the fuck on. And when she was telling us about how Sumerian people would purchase a statue and present it as a gift to the gods in celebration of something (such as a birth), she put it into this really lame story like, "George and his wife have a baby. He's so happy he's got a baby! So to celebrate, he goes over to the local artist and says 'I just had a baby! I want the biggest statue you have.' So he brings out the biggest one and says it's 500 dollars. George is like 'ehhhh, that's a little steep. Got anything cheaper?' So the artist brings out a much smaller one and says it's 50. George is like, 'You got a deal!'" We're not fucking retards. But that story's fucking retarded.
DUDE. Ron Smart just called me! Okay, not so much of a surprise since I gave him my number last night, but STILL. I wasn't expecting it. I got a call from a number that looked incredibly familiar but that I couldn't recall, so I ignored it. Since he didn't leave a message, I texted asking who it was and he called RIGHT back. So I answered and he's like "hellooo," and I'm like "helloooo?" and I'm giggling cuz I have no idea who it is and finally he's like "it's just ron." I almost died laughing--I'm so dumb sometimes. Anyway, I declined tonight's bonfire in favor of relaxation (because I really don't feel like driving all the way to Troy right now--so tired) and getting a bit of work done, which may not actually happen until tomorrow morning hehe. However, Saturday I may be hanging out with mister Ron ;)
I'm cold and hungry for more than these fullmonstre potats. Time for LES CEREALES!!!!
The thing is, The Chronicles had a profound effect on me as a child and I was utterly taken back by the movie. I used to have faith that Narnia actually existed and that one day I could find it and then I could live there forever with Aslan. I'm totally not exaggerating either. I was a very strange little girl who believed that anything was possible--I thought faeries were real, other worlds (like Narnia) were real, etc etc...
So the story means a lot to me and so does the movie. I can't even describe the feeling I get when I hear the music for The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. It's just amazing and it's because of what I went through as a child.
So for me, having the animal characters not look real enough and having the wrong actors for the children could really screw things up. Already, I'm scared to death that these digial creatures are going to look more fake than they do real and I already know that I'm disappointed in the actors. I mean, you get one picture in your head of what a character looks like and you identify that face with that character...and then they go and put a completely different looking person in the role. Susan is the complete opposite of herself--they may as well have cast Scarlett Johansson. I KNOW ... isn't going to look right AT ALL. They're certainly not casting the same type of skinny, evil looking, freckled boy with the light hair and eyebrows. Peter's not the same--he looks more raggedy than the other (with that messed up, bushy hair instead of looking proper and well put together)...And Lucy. Oh dear Lucy--she's supposed to be this rosy-red chubby cheeked little thing! So not the case...
So I'm already disappointed :-P
How sad is THAT. It's just a fucking movie...
Okay so I just made the fluffiest potatoes you would ever see. They're borderline instant. I wasn't paying attention as I was adding the milk and let a bit too much get in :-P Hopefully once they've been in the fridge a while, they'll harden up.
Today was productive. I was up by 8:30, ate a super fast breakfast, took a super fast shower, and then cleaned the general vicinity of the apartment while making fruit/vegetable juice for the day. So I vaccuumed, washed the counters, sink and stove, and did all my crazy dishes from the night before as well as that morning. Actually, I lie...I didn't do the official cleaning until I was making my lunch before work...before that I was taking out the trash and wiping down the counters and such. This weekend I just have to dust and I'll be done! Until I start on my room, that is ;)
So I figured it out thanks to watching Addicted to Love. Mr. Purcell, my math prof, sounds EXACTLY like Matthew Broderick and has his void-of-a-pupil eyes. I couldn't believe how much he sounded like him. If I had closed my eyes, I'd have thought I was in the movie! hahaha
So my Art History professor officially annoys the shit out of me. I prefer professors who attempt to make the subject matter interesting AS IS, not ones who change the stories around to better relate to the students. Today, she was talking about the gods and how they were going to kill all mankind because they weren't doing their work, they were just partying and being loud with their boomboxes and such. Come the fuck on. And when she was telling us about how Sumerian people would purchase a statue and present it as a gift to the gods in celebration of something (such as a birth), she put it into this really lame story like, "George and his wife have a baby. He's so happy he's got a baby! So to celebrate, he goes over to the local artist and says 'I just had a baby! I want the biggest statue you have.' So he brings out the biggest one and says it's 500 dollars. George is like 'ehhhh, that's a little steep. Got anything cheaper?' So the artist brings out a much smaller one and says it's 50. George is like, 'You got a deal!'" We're not fucking retards. But that story's fucking retarded.
DUDE. Ron Smart just called me! Okay, not so much of a surprise since I gave him my number last night, but STILL. I wasn't expecting it. I got a call from a number that looked incredibly familiar but that I couldn't recall, so I ignored it. Since he didn't leave a message, I texted asking who it was and he called RIGHT back. So I answered and he's like "hellooo," and I'm like "helloooo?" and I'm giggling cuz I have no idea who it is and finally he's like "it's just ron." I almost died laughing--I'm so dumb sometimes. Anyway, I declined tonight's bonfire in favor of relaxation (because I really don't feel like driving all the way to Troy right now--so tired) and getting a bit of work done, which may not actually happen until tomorrow morning hehe. However, Saturday I may be hanging out with mister Ron ;)
I'm cold and hungry for more than these fullmonstre potats. Time for LES CEREALES!!!!