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On one front, history repeats itself. Yet, despite being used to it, everything just feels...well...dissappointing. I don't even know why. I mean, I have a new year ahead of me, a mission to start anew. Yet, somehow, I feel that the sun mocks me with its shining and naive rays of supposed bliss and elation. I sometimes wonder if it is something that I did that would make me feel this way. More or less, after a lot of thinking I can only see that I would only repeal a small amount of what i have done. I will attempt to rectify that as soon as I can gather words for that.
Then again...What am I saying? History is TOTALLY not repeating itself. This year, I am not in school; I am in a brutal land of real lessons. I started off New Year's at least semi-correct (in Austin and NOT with parents in Corpus or in the apartment in Waco), I have lots of promise in making songs for video games... I am even thinking about practcing piano some. I might be paying my taxes this year. PLUS I actually have TWO calendars (1 desktop and 1 carry around) that I have ACTUALLY SCRIBBLED INTO!! Just thinking about the promise this year could yield just makes my blood pump, its viscosity thickening and lubricating with sheer expectation and an adrenaline Lord God Buddha himself has seemingly blessed urging a hot, burning pace to the passion of my ambition.
And no, there is nothing sexual about that.
In other news.
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,3-2530561,00.html
Despite as sick as this sounds, this sounds like an amazing plot for a movie. So good, I don't think it even needs explosions in the movie for myself to enjoy it. To be honest, I am not sure if I am disgusted or I am sympathetic to the issue. Perhaps if I read more into this matter, I might decide.
Speaking of movies, Snakes on a Plane: biggest dissappointment of my life. Ever. Even more dissappointing than the first time I actually told a girl I was in love with her (yea, I was in middle school; no, I am not a pedophile) . I mean, man, I thought it [the movie, not my confession, though it turned out that way for some] was going to be a barrel of laughs, to which some parts of it were. Like when a woman opens up a barf bag and just when she is at the point of regurgitation a snake (light green, possibly Amazonian) jumps out and bites her tongue.And the fact that the actors who play Champ Kind from Anchorman and The Fat Kid from Good Burger are in it as key characters. Yet others just made me absolutely disgusted, like the fact that THERE WEREN'T ANY EXPLOSIONS!!! If you are making an action movie, expiramentation with the formula is great, but you can not deviate from the genre so far as to not include the obligatory "guy walking around on fire" and minimum "three (3) count of explosions." Another wretched deviation from the formula is that the one martial arts expert on the ship didn't really do anything besides the one time he grabbed a snake in the middle of its lunge before it could bite some woman. If you are going to have a kick boxer on your plane, he had better either be a yakuza (or equivalent organized crime syndicate) assassin or the guy who has a face off with the yakuza assassin on board the proverbial "motha fuckin snakes on a motha fuckin plane!"
Needless to say, I was expecting it to be bad, but not this bad. My confidence in selecting movies is completely shattered. Which is probably why I have been so down this entire post. Well, time to attempt living again.
Then again...What am I saying? History is TOTALLY not repeating itself. This year, I am not in school; I am in a brutal land of real lessons. I started off New Year's at least semi-correct (in Austin and NOT with parents in Corpus or in the apartment in Waco), I have lots of promise in making songs for video games... I am even thinking about practcing piano some. I might be paying my taxes this year. PLUS I actually have TWO calendars (1 desktop and 1 carry around) that I have ACTUALLY SCRIBBLED INTO!! Just thinking about the promise this year could yield just makes my blood pump, its viscosity thickening and lubricating with sheer expectation and an adrenaline Lord God Buddha himself has seemingly blessed urging a hot, burning pace to the passion of my ambition.
And no, there is nothing sexual about that.
In other news.
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,3-2530561,00.html
Despite as sick as this sounds, this sounds like an amazing plot for a movie. So good, I don't think it even needs explosions in the movie for myself to enjoy it. To be honest, I am not sure if I am disgusted or I am sympathetic to the issue. Perhaps if I read more into this matter, I might decide.
Speaking of movies, Snakes on a Plane: biggest dissappointment of my life. Ever. Even more dissappointing than the first time I actually told a girl I was in love with her (yea, I was in middle school; no, I am not a pedophile) . I mean, man, I thought it [the movie, not my confession, though it turned out that way for some] was going to be a barrel of laughs, to which some parts of it were. Like when a woman opens up a barf bag and just when she is at the point of regurgitation a snake (light green, possibly Amazonian) jumps out and bites her tongue.And the fact that the actors who play Champ Kind from Anchorman and The Fat Kid from Good Burger are in it as key characters. Yet others just made me absolutely disgusted, like the fact that THERE WEREN'T ANY EXPLOSIONS!!! If you are making an action movie, expiramentation with the formula is great, but you can not deviate from the genre so far as to not include the obligatory "guy walking around on fire" and minimum "three (3) count of explosions." Another wretched deviation from the formula is that the one martial arts expert on the ship didn't really do anything besides the one time he grabbed a snake in the middle of its lunge before it could bite some woman. If you are going to have a kick boxer on your plane, he had better either be a yakuza (or equivalent organized crime syndicate) assassin or the guy who has a face off with the yakuza assassin on board the proverbial "motha fuckin snakes on a motha fuckin plane!"
Needless to say, I was expecting it to be bad, but not this bad. My confidence in selecting movies is completely shattered. Which is probably why I have been so down this entire post. Well, time to attempt living again.