it's hot in my apartment, man
So my sister was here this weekend, and that was fun. I don't know, it's hard to tell with her, cause she's fifteen and miserable, but I think she had fun. It was good to get to hang out with her a bit anyway.
We went to see The Grudge last night, and it totally reinforced my whole dislike of "scary" movies. Giant plot holes aside, movies like The Grudge and The Ring rely on jumpy moments and scary music to keep you interested. It's forced suspense and it pisses me off. And The Grudge was so much like The Ring, too. With the creepy kids and the whole thing with the security camera. But it's like, slap some CGI creepy things crawling around unnaturally together with some eerie music that rises and falls at the right moments, and add in a cute blonde or brunette and you're supposed to be scared. I suppose it's a step up from the slasher flicks redux of the late 90s, because at least some of the images in these movies are creepy enough to make me look twice at the shadows on the drive home, but after awhile all these movies run together, too.
I think mostly, I hate feeling manipulated when I see a movie. If a movie is truly scary or sad or funny or dramatic, I don't need cues, musical or otherwise, to tell me how I'm supposed to be feeling in a certain moment. You know what movie I've always found to be truly terrifying? The Shining. Know why? Cause it's scary without being completely in your face about it. It's the creepy images, the slow descent into madness, the complete isolation, the lack of background music--the silence. It's a freaky movie. I rarely make it to the end anymore, cause the end isn't the part that creeps me out (usually, I'm rooting for Jack to kill that obnoxious woman cause I HATE HER SO MUCH!!!!). So yeah. The moral is, today's horror movies=bad.
Anyway, Christina posted pictures from us at the RennFest that are actually cute! Cause we are cute people. So go! Look! Marvel at Teh Cuteness! I'm just happy that you can't see the ginormous hole in my chucks in either of the pictures of me stradling a giant snake. Yes.
Speaking of, I need to buy some new shoes. I'm broke, though. I should start a "Buy Heather New Shoes" fund. I bet I could make lots of money. There could be a telethon and everything. I could get some people down in the TV station to be the hosts, and I could have people call in and donate, since it's for such a good cause. I would need some acts, though, so people wouldn't get bored and change the channel. Anyone want to be on my telethon? You could sing, or dance, or stare at the camera. I don't care!
Actually, I think I may have guilted my parents into sending me some money, since I spent so much on my sister this weekend, and spent almost my entire paycheck last week on my car. So maybe we'll hold off on the telethon.
We went to see The Grudge last night, and it totally reinforced my whole dislike of "scary" movies. Giant plot holes aside, movies like The Grudge and The Ring rely on jumpy moments and scary music to keep you interested. It's forced suspense and it pisses me off. And The Grudge was so much like The Ring, too. With the creepy kids and the whole thing with the security camera. But it's like, slap some CGI creepy things crawling around unnaturally together with some eerie music that rises and falls at the right moments, and add in a cute blonde or brunette and you're supposed to be scared. I suppose it's a step up from the slasher flicks redux of the late 90s, because at least some of the images in these movies are creepy enough to make me look twice at the shadows on the drive home, but after awhile all these movies run together, too.
I think mostly, I hate feeling manipulated when I see a movie. If a movie is truly scary or sad or funny or dramatic, I don't need cues, musical or otherwise, to tell me how I'm supposed to be feeling in a certain moment. You know what movie I've always found to be truly terrifying? The Shining. Know why? Cause it's scary without being completely in your face about it. It's the creepy images, the slow descent into madness, the complete isolation, the lack of background music--the silence. It's a freaky movie. I rarely make it to the end anymore, cause the end isn't the part that creeps me out (usually, I'm rooting for Jack to kill that obnoxious woman cause I HATE HER SO MUCH!!!!). So yeah. The moral is, today's horror movies=bad.
Anyway, Christina posted pictures from us at the RennFest that are actually cute! Cause we are cute people. So go! Look! Marvel at Teh Cuteness! I'm just happy that you can't see the ginormous hole in my chucks in either of the pictures of me stradling a giant snake. Yes.
Speaking of, I need to buy some new shoes. I'm broke, though. I should start a "Buy Heather New Shoes" fund. I bet I could make lots of money. There could be a telethon and everything. I could get some people down in the TV station to be the hosts, and I could have people call in and donate, since it's for such a good cause. I would need some acts, though, so people wouldn't get bored and change the channel. Anyone want to be on my telethon? You could sing, or dance, or stare at the camera. I don't care!
Actually, I think I may have guilted my parents into sending me some money, since I spent so much on my sister this weekend, and spent almost my entire paycheck last week on my car. So maybe we'll hold off on the telethon.