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Hi. I feel like I'm breaking a vow of silence, though there was no vow to begin with, and I don't know why I haven't posted. I just have been having the two most interesting weeks of my life, and I've been afraid to do anything normal for fear that it'd interfere with the overall magic. It hasn't started to wane yet, all this loveliness. I spend most of my blogs talking about feelings on things, and when I go back to read them, I have no idea what I was talking about. This is kind of weird, and I'm not going to try to describe these last two weeks. It's basically just been wonderful.
I haven't really posted a lot, since I've been rather one-track-minded with Prince Caspian, and I was afraid if I started talking, it'd be about the movie, and then I wouldn't stop, and if I actually wanted to do my feelings on it justice, I'd be writing a rather lengthy book about it. For the first week or so I couldn't think of anything else but the movie. I think the 5 months of anticipation finally quenched sent me into a delirious state where my brain went on auto-pilot, and I became so far into my thoughts about the filmworld of Narnia that I would randomly be in the middle of schoolwork and realize I was off thinking about Ben Barnes, the electric torch, Peter & his angst, and everything else, that I wasn't paying attention to my work. Which is kind of funny, and also not so great, especially because I enjoy math and I couldn't really enjoy it, because Narnia > Algebra. the end. :)
I'm still kind of in this delirious stage, but I think I sorted out everything in my heart I needed about the movie. It really meant a lot to me, more than I think it did to other people. I mean, my parents for one didn't really care whether or not it was accurate, and most of my friends either haven't read the books or loved the movie despite the changes. I don't think anyone spent 36+ hours muddling it over in their heads like it seemed I did. I'm not sure if this was a good or bad thing to do, but I couldn't seem to do anything else. I had to justify the changes at least, I had to know why they did what they did. Even if it was the excuse of being a hollywood film. I just needed reasons for it, and I had to make connections and figure things out, and now I'm pretty much alright. It involved much pacing with the book in my hands, and random trips to the kitchen for thinking food, and Youtubing for clips of the film to check for details, and just everything. I don't think I've ever been so immersed in something before. And I feel like I'm talking about it as if it's over, and it isn't, but I seem to have come to a truce with the movie at least. I'm still not thrilled with it, but I can accept most of it because there were those moments when it all came alive, and those were splendid. :)
I've been trying to fall back into writing, and sort all my ideas out, and start writing. It's kind of hard to get back into it after having not written in awhile. :/
And I sort of hate blogging because I can never say what I want, and when I try to, all the magic gets sucked out, and then it isn't magical anymore. Talking things to death I suppose. I did that with Dawn Treader. I talked the book to death, I loved it so much. That's going to be a marvellous film if they do it even partly right. I can't wait for that one. :)
Okay, I guess I should say something about the movie. First off, Edmund was wonderful. I'm really proud of Skandar, and proud of being a fellow 15 year old (well, he's sixteen now, but when they filmed he was fifteen. :P). He really gives us something to be proud of. I realized, through seeing Peter so hateful and angsty, how much I really appreciate book Peter. I really love him dearly now. I think he's my hero. Susan had some nice moments, and Lucy was completely book purity! yay! But there's so much else, and it would take ages for me to write it all out. And I can never put anything into words. Nothing feels right when I write it out. It would take me a long time to get it all out. Maybe one day, when I'm a bit older, and a bit stronger, maybe in a few months. I kind of wish I had gotten out all the passion I felt about it around last Tuesday, but maybe those our gems to stay hidden in my memory, just for me, and maybe one day I'll be old enough to remember them.
Anyway. Memorial Day, and all it's sibling days (Labor Day, and the Fourth, and New Years Eve), are some of my most favorite days. My parents decided to assist eachother in grilling hotdogs and hamburgers, which is delightfully fun to watch, as, with all due respect to my parents, they are both rather adorably klutzy and it is a dependable fact that a hot dog will be religiously lost to the back of the grill on every occasion it is put to use. I ran from the yard, through the open door, into the kitchen, with a pacakage of hotdogs in my hand, for at least ten minutes, fetching tongs and spatulas and paper towels, and laughing from how the joy I get from days like these. And when we had sat down to our perfect feast, I quietly professed my happiness in the day to my parents. And we all just ate, and were happy, and I just love days like these.
And sometime in the last few weeks I got addicted to coffee. My mom randomly decided to wake me up early and pour me a cup of the brown stuff and stick it in my hand, and I drank it, and have drank it every morning since. I think I have finally gotten old enough for coffee, as I pretty much despised of it as a child, and now I wish I could drink it with every meal all day. There's something wonderful about waking up at 7 and blinding blundering into the blaring light of the kitchen and wrapping your cold fingers around a warm cup, and there's the sunlight on your face, and then you feel all those lovely warm things that are in your blood wake up with you. I think I am muchly attached to coffee, Edmund Pevensie, and my mother's radio that she dug out of a drawer. Oh, the radio is wonderful, too. It's really small, and it fits in my hand, and the volume control is seemingly possessed, but I found the NPR channel! and the Christian channel works fine, and I listen to it late at midnight, and it's so comforting there. And there Narnia is in my head, and the feeling in my fingertips of softly golden fire, and the vines and the courtyards and the darkness that is so thick, but is pierced by the whitelight lamp in our backyard, and the sheets of my bed, and my pillow, and the Holy Spirit, and it's all there, and I couldn't ask for more, even if I wanted to.
Oh yes, and Mat Kearney's Bullet record is me in music form, I think. And I haven't even heard it all yet. :P And I broke two pairs of earphones in two weeks, and bought the Narnia soundtrack with the money my grandmother sent me the day after I saw the movie, and track 2 is the best ever. And David Cook won American Idol, and I loved both him and David A so it's really all good in the end. :) Carly Smithson + Michael Johns = Best Singing Couple Ever. And I have new earphones, so no one ought to worry about my sanity, or lack thereof. :D
And I need to completely re-format my blog, since I'm just a little tired of it. I should go bother someone into helping me with coding for it. I think I can probably figure it out. :) It probably needs to be a little more summery, but I'm not really sure exactly what I want to do with it. I also need to make myself a header, which would be a rather novel idea, since I can basically weild Photoshop Elements pretty well, so yeah.
And I have to run off to bed now, goodnight! :)
thanks for reading.
I haven't really posted a lot, since I've been rather one-track-minded with Prince Caspian, and I was afraid if I started talking, it'd be about the movie, and then I wouldn't stop, and if I actually wanted to do my feelings on it justice, I'd be writing a rather lengthy book about it. For the first week or so I couldn't think of anything else but the movie. I think the 5 months of anticipation finally quenched sent me into a delirious state where my brain went on auto-pilot, and I became so far into my thoughts about the filmworld of Narnia that I would randomly be in the middle of schoolwork and realize I was off thinking about Ben Barnes, the electric torch, Peter & his angst, and everything else, that I wasn't paying attention to my work. Which is kind of funny, and also not so great, especially because I enjoy math and I couldn't really enjoy it, because Narnia > Algebra. the end. :)
I'm still kind of in this delirious stage, but I think I sorted out everything in my heart I needed about the movie. It really meant a lot to me, more than I think it did to other people. I mean, my parents for one didn't really care whether or not it was accurate, and most of my friends either haven't read the books or loved the movie despite the changes. I don't think anyone spent 36+ hours muddling it over in their heads like it seemed I did. I'm not sure if this was a good or bad thing to do, but I couldn't seem to do anything else. I had to justify the changes at least, I had to know why they did what they did. Even if it was the excuse of being a hollywood film. I just needed reasons for it, and I had to make connections and figure things out, and now I'm pretty much alright. It involved much pacing with the book in my hands, and random trips to the kitchen for thinking food, and Youtubing for clips of the film to check for details, and just everything. I don't think I've ever been so immersed in something before. And I feel like I'm talking about it as if it's over, and it isn't, but I seem to have come to a truce with the movie at least. I'm still not thrilled with it, but I can accept most of it because there were those moments when it all came alive, and those were splendid. :)
I've been trying to fall back into writing, and sort all my ideas out, and start writing. It's kind of hard to get back into it after having not written in awhile. :/
And I sort of hate blogging because I can never say what I want, and when I try to, all the magic gets sucked out, and then it isn't magical anymore. Talking things to death I suppose. I did that with Dawn Treader. I talked the book to death, I loved it so much. That's going to be a marvellous film if they do it even partly right. I can't wait for that one. :)
Okay, I guess I should say something about the movie. First off, Edmund was wonderful. I'm really proud of Skandar, and proud of being a fellow 15 year old (well, he's sixteen now, but when they filmed he was fifteen. :P). He really gives us something to be proud of. I realized, through seeing Peter so hateful and angsty, how much I really appreciate book Peter. I really love him dearly now. I think he's my hero. Susan had some nice moments, and Lucy was completely book purity! yay! But there's so much else, and it would take ages for me to write it all out. And I can never put anything into words. Nothing feels right when I write it out. It would take me a long time to get it all out. Maybe one day, when I'm a bit older, and a bit stronger, maybe in a few months. I kind of wish I had gotten out all the passion I felt about it around last Tuesday, but maybe those our gems to stay hidden in my memory, just for me, and maybe one day I'll be old enough to remember them.
Anyway. Memorial Day, and all it's sibling days (Labor Day, and the Fourth, and New Years Eve), are some of my most favorite days. My parents decided to assist eachother in grilling hotdogs and hamburgers, which is delightfully fun to watch, as, with all due respect to my parents, they are both rather adorably klutzy and it is a dependable fact that a hot dog will be religiously lost to the back of the grill on every occasion it is put to use. I ran from the yard, through the open door, into the kitchen, with a pacakage of hotdogs in my hand, for at least ten minutes, fetching tongs and spatulas and paper towels, and laughing from how the joy I get from days like these. And when we had sat down to our perfect feast, I quietly professed my happiness in the day to my parents. And we all just ate, and were happy, and I just love days like these.
And sometime in the last few weeks I got addicted to coffee. My mom randomly decided to wake me up early and pour me a cup of the brown stuff and stick it in my hand, and I drank it, and have drank it every morning since. I think I have finally gotten old enough for coffee, as I pretty much despised of it as a child, and now I wish I could drink it with every meal all day. There's something wonderful about waking up at 7 and blinding blundering into the blaring light of the kitchen and wrapping your cold fingers around a warm cup, and there's the sunlight on your face, and then you feel all those lovely warm things that are in your blood wake up with you. I think I am muchly attached to coffee, Edmund Pevensie, and my mother's radio that she dug out of a drawer. Oh, the radio is wonderful, too. It's really small, and it fits in my hand, and the volume control is seemingly possessed, but I found the NPR channel! and the Christian channel works fine, and I listen to it late at midnight, and it's so comforting there. And there Narnia is in my head, and the feeling in my fingertips of softly golden fire, and the vines and the courtyards and the darkness that is so thick, but is pierced by the whitelight lamp in our backyard, and the sheets of my bed, and my pillow, and the Holy Spirit, and it's all there, and I couldn't ask for more, even if I wanted to.
Oh yes, and Mat Kearney's Bullet record is me in music form, I think. And I haven't even heard it all yet. :P And I broke two pairs of earphones in two weeks, and bought the Narnia soundtrack with the money my grandmother sent me the day after I saw the movie, and track 2 is the best ever. And David Cook won American Idol, and I loved both him and David A so it's really all good in the end. :) Carly Smithson + Michael Johns = Best Singing Couple Ever. And I have new earphones, so no one ought to worry about my sanity, or lack thereof. :D
And I need to completely re-format my blog, since I'm just a little tired of it. I should go bother someone into helping me with coding for it. I think I can probably figure it out. :) It probably needs to be a little more summery, but I'm not really sure exactly what I want to do with it. I also need to make myself a header, which would be a rather novel idea, since I can basically weild Photoshop Elements pretty well, so yeah.
And I have to run off to bed now, goodnight! :)
thanks for reading.