Home alone! *scared face like on movie poster*
Yep, my parents have officially left to be in Germany. They're technically still traveling there and they left this morning at some unholy hour. (like 6 or something, lol) Anyways, my brother and I will be sure to go hog wild running around or something. Shame they can't cut our homework responsibilities for the occasion.
Haha, I officially win. I was talking to my friend again (he goes on IM alot) about Pink Floyd. I asked him if he'd ever heard the Wall album. He doesn't have it, so I linked him to that 1980 Live in Earl's Court video. Oh yeah... It was so cool, we were watching through it and he was reading up on it while it loaded. He was complaining that they only reunited for Live 8 and not for longer, ha. I had to explain the whole Roger rift at this point. He was psyching out at the guitar solos too. ^^ I love converting people to my wondrous ways.
Btw, lemmie just say that the Office is made of awesome. Can't wait until Thursday.
I finally saw Across the Universe. I was trying to hard to hate it, lol. I know I'm going to hate all the 60s/hippie/Beatle/classic rock poseurs it's going to churn out. >.< It was one of those movies I was glad to see because I understood all the references that most all teenagers fo sho won't get. Like the "Beyond" bus. :P My mom was very happy to see Bono (she loves U2) as Kerouac/Ginsburg/SF hippie guy. Actually that whole trippy part was probably my favorite part of the movie. Yay trippiness! ^^ That and the allusions to Hendrix and Janis were awesome. But the plot? Eh. All of the sixties crammed into one "plotline". They didn't even mention London. (hello, height of the 60s imo) Anyways, I got the feeling that they picked the actors to be "girl friendly", as I'd call it. They were so stereotypically gorgeous that I immediately picked up on it and hated it. I mean, their voices (everyone's voices) were simply ravishing! (especially the Janis character. Dude.) And Lucy was TOO "straight suit culture" for my tastes. She needed to let loose and dress in those delicious psychedelic clothes. She was part of the peace resistance, for crying out loud! So, that made me hate her, pretty much. And was I the only one to get that the peace resistance office was full of the most modern looking people. (indie rocker beards galore, yeah?) Maybe it's just me, but I thought it was a representation of the fact that that's the tool used in today's culture: a peace office. As in today, we're not resisting through art and beauty and protests like the 60s were all about. But the covers of Beatles songs weren't as scary as I was bracing myself for it to be. Eh. It was alright. If I ever watch it again, I'll just watch the trippy scene. ;)
Is it just me or does anybody else have an addiction to the horn instrumental in "Summer '68"?
Yesterday, I was feeling so tired and headached from all the nights of sleepless homeworking in the previous school week. So, I took a bunch of naps in several sessions between all the goings on. And I always think of the most interesting things during naps. Basically, I remembered someone asking me a year or so ago what I was afraid of. Then, I answered "failure" or something like that. But I took the time to seriously think about what frightens me. They're all horridly heady things like "the death of art" or "being forgotten", of course. Things like a bloody pool of your lover are pretty much just thought and poem fodder, it seems. (haha, I know, I'm really twisted.) Anyways, I wrote a short story based on that, about the scene I was asked it in. Thing is...it ended in a smile, laugh, and a jovial re-entrance into the conversation after being all serious and stargazing. I can't write a story that remains unresolved! Even more proof of that is the other thought which led to a short story later that nap. It all started with me, with a British accent, in the London Underground at around 2 am on a weeknight. I was yelling at this guy (a beau, probably) for some reason. I was threatening to shove him onto the rails and watch him be squashed like so much flat bread. Basically I was yelling out all these feministic things about how we're used and whatnot. I always dream up these fantastic feminist rants! But they're all full of expletives, yelling, and are really quite cruel. I have a feeling I'll never get around to using them in the course of my life. :P Shame I can't remember the arguments in their entirety. (seriously, in one dream, I was yelling the rant to the congress. That was...radical.) Anyways, I wrote down the short story starting with the line from my nap about throwing him onto the rail. I tried and tried to come up with more to write to yell at this guy...I really did. In the story, this chick was crying and everything. But, the yelling always stops! Even after the dude got all stern "we'll talk about this at home"...it inevitably died down. It ended all happy with them getting on the train, laughing. Haha, and I even had a lame moral in there. "please mind the gap" (you know the automated voice, yeah.) and the chick thinks to herself as she looks at the dude "you know I always will *sniff*" Lol, what? Somehow, I like my dream better. Ack, I can't write prolonged angst. Always a resolution. I have a feeling that reflects something about me, but I don't want to bother to think about it. :P
And there we have it. I case in point about how I can't write short entries.
Katrina
Btw- I sound really cool with a British accent, I found from my dream. ;)
Haha, I officially win. I was talking to my friend again (he goes on IM alot) about Pink Floyd. I asked him if he'd ever heard the Wall album. He doesn't have it, so I linked him to that 1980 Live in Earl's Court video. Oh yeah... It was so cool, we were watching through it and he was reading up on it while it loaded. He was complaining that they only reunited for Live 8 and not for longer, ha. I had to explain the whole Roger rift at this point. He was psyching out at the guitar solos too. ^^ I love converting people to my wondrous ways.
Btw, lemmie just say that the Office is made of awesome. Can't wait until Thursday.
I finally saw Across the Universe. I was trying to hard to hate it, lol. I know I'm going to hate all the 60s/hippie/Beatle/classic rock poseurs it's going to churn out. >.< It was one of those movies I was glad to see because I understood all the references that most all teenagers fo sho won't get. Like the "Beyond" bus. :P My mom was very happy to see Bono (she loves U2) as Kerouac/Ginsburg/SF hippie guy. Actually that whole trippy part was probably my favorite part of the movie. Yay trippiness! ^^ That and the allusions to Hendrix and Janis were awesome. But the plot? Eh. All of the sixties crammed into one "plotline". They didn't even mention London. (hello, height of the 60s imo) Anyways, I got the feeling that they picked the actors to be "girl friendly", as I'd call it. They were so stereotypically gorgeous that I immediately picked up on it and hated it. I mean, their voices (everyone's voices) were simply ravishing! (especially the Janis character. Dude.) And Lucy was TOO "straight suit culture" for my tastes. She needed to let loose and dress in those delicious psychedelic clothes. She was part of the peace resistance, for crying out loud! So, that made me hate her, pretty much. And was I the only one to get that the peace resistance office was full of the most modern looking people. (indie rocker beards galore, yeah?) Maybe it's just me, but I thought it was a representation of the fact that that's the tool used in today's culture: a peace office. As in today, we're not resisting through art and beauty and protests like the 60s were all about. But the covers of Beatles songs weren't as scary as I was bracing myself for it to be. Eh. It was alright. If I ever watch it again, I'll just watch the trippy scene. ;)
Is it just me or does anybody else have an addiction to the horn instrumental in "Summer '68"?
Yesterday, I was feeling so tired and headached from all the nights of sleepless homeworking in the previous school week. So, I took a bunch of naps in several sessions between all the goings on. And I always think of the most interesting things during naps. Basically, I remembered someone asking me a year or so ago what I was afraid of. Then, I answered "failure" or something like that. But I took the time to seriously think about what frightens me. They're all horridly heady things like "the death of art" or "being forgotten", of course. Things like a bloody pool of your lover are pretty much just thought and poem fodder, it seems. (haha, I know, I'm really twisted.) Anyways, I wrote a short story based on that, about the scene I was asked it in. Thing is...it ended in a smile, laugh, and a jovial re-entrance into the conversation after being all serious and stargazing. I can't write a story that remains unresolved! Even more proof of that is the other thought which led to a short story later that nap. It all started with me, with a British accent, in the London Underground at around 2 am on a weeknight. I was yelling at this guy (a beau, probably) for some reason. I was threatening to shove him onto the rails and watch him be squashed like so much flat bread. Basically I was yelling out all these feministic things about how we're used and whatnot. I always dream up these fantastic feminist rants! But they're all full of expletives, yelling, and are really quite cruel. I have a feeling I'll never get around to using them in the course of my life. :P Shame I can't remember the arguments in their entirety. (seriously, in one dream, I was yelling the rant to the congress. That was...radical.) Anyways, I wrote down the short story starting with the line from my nap about throwing him onto the rail. I tried and tried to come up with more to write to yell at this guy...I really did. In the story, this chick was crying and everything. But, the yelling always stops! Even after the dude got all stern "we'll talk about this at home"...it inevitably died down. It ended all happy with them getting on the train, laughing. Haha, and I even had a lame moral in there. "please mind the gap" (you know the automated voice, yeah.) and the chick thinks to herself as she looks at the dude "you know I always will *sniff*" Lol, what? Somehow, I like my dream better. Ack, I can't write prolonged angst. Always a resolution. I have a feeling that reflects something about me, but I don't want to bother to think about it. :P
And there we have it. I case in point about how I can't write short entries.
Katrina
Btw- I sound really cool with a British accent, I found from my dream. ;)