"Praying for love and paying in love."
God. I love that. Bless you Ryan Ross and illegal strip joints.
Today was surprisingly good day.
My Blueberry Nights: B-plus. Nora Jones, you have a great voice. Why don't you just stick to singing, please. Wonderful cinematography. Everything else: wonderful.
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Now my upcoming want-to-watch movies are:
Paper Heart. Charlyn Yi and Micheal Cera. Bless them. Bless mockumentaries. A girl searching for love, and finding affection in an adorably dorky goober. How cute.
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500 Days of Summer: Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel. I loved them in Maniac. I hope I'll love them again. A hopeless romantic retells his 500 days with a girl that doesn't believe in love. The trailer reminds me of Garden State.
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Monday, April 27, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Yet another new old flame
Remember Star Wars? Well, I'm not sure if it's because I just visited George Lucas's old school (USC for those who have been living under a sidewalk) but I'm in love with Star Wars again.
Cartoon Network has a new Attack of the Clones 3-D-ish cartoon things, and fucking hell! I'm addicted to it. Seriously. I don't know if it's because I was half-asleep with medication when I was watching it or what, but I find the cartoon Anakin hotter than Hayden Christenson. I have officially become insane. He loves Padme, but it's all good, because the cartoon Padme is modelled off of Natalie Portman, and everyone knows how much I like Natalie Portman. And Anakin's Padawan, Ahsoka? Wonderful. But, hey, it's not brain-heroin like Family Guy. I'm actually learn a lot about politics and senators and wars. But, in actuality, a beautiful, young senator and hotheaded, rash general falling in love? That's what I love about it.
Wow. This blog just proves how much of a geek I am. But I am sick so I am allowed eccentricities.
Cartoon Network has a new Attack of the Clones 3-D-ish cartoon things, and fucking hell! I'm addicted to it. Seriously. I don't know if it's because I was half-asleep with medication when I was watching it or what, but I find the cartoon Anakin hotter than Hayden Christenson. I have officially become insane. He loves Padme, but it's all good, because the cartoon Padme is modelled off of Natalie Portman, and everyone knows how much I like Natalie Portman. And Anakin's Padawan, Ahsoka? Wonderful. But, hey, it's not brain-heroin like Family Guy. I'm actually learn a lot about politics and senators and wars. But, in actuality, a beautiful, young senator and hotheaded, rash general falling in love? That's what I love about it.
Wow. This blog just proves how much of a geek I am. But I am sick so I am allowed eccentricities.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
CSTs/STARs/whatever-name-you-want-to-give-them are right around the corner and I haven't even begun studying. May the Lord save my condemned soul. (I think I've been hanging around too many Catholics lately.)
I just made this crazy shocking discover and my mind is still ablur because of it.
And I made the terribly stupid mistake of eating two-year-old chocolate and right now I can only hope that nothing that bears any resemblance to that erupts from my mouth. (Wouldn't that be like taking a CRAP out of you're mouth? Scary thought.)
Carmina's [ex]idol band is about to cross into the mainstream, or so says Wikipedia. Their new album already sounds more MTV-friendly.
People are talking about Warp Tour. I really doubt I'll go (what's the difference between slim & fat chances? Aren't those total antonyms? Those Americans) but it's [sort of] fun listening to them. Typing about Meg and Dia, they're for sure performing. Who else I wonder?
I've been thinking too much about unimportant things. I'm such an emotional vampire.
Time to go turn on the lawn sprinklers.
I just made this crazy shocking discover and my mind is still ablur because of it.
And I made the terribly stupid mistake of eating two-year-old chocolate and right now I can only hope that nothing that bears any resemblance to that erupts from my mouth. (Wouldn't that be like taking a CRAP out of you're mouth? Scary thought.)
Carmina's [ex]idol band is about to cross into the mainstream, or so says Wikipedia. Their new album already sounds more MTV-friendly.
People are talking about Warp Tour. I really doubt I'll go (what's the difference between slim & fat chances? Aren't those total antonyms? Those Americans) but it's [sort of] fun listening to them. Typing about Meg and Dia, they're for sure performing. Who else I wonder?
I've been thinking too much about unimportant things. I'm such an emotional vampire.
Time to go turn on the lawn sprinklers.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Today, I woke up reeally early after a super-crazy dream and suddenly realized I haven't even been to blogger in weeks. Good old nostalgia. God, I love that word.
Twitter mania has been sweeping the nation. Seriously, I don't really see the superduperness in it. But that's just me and my prehistoric technology. I'm still using floppy disks. I really am a dinosaur.
I watched some good movies yesterday: Superbad, which wasn't super-bad, Moving McAllister which had nice music from the Format, and Puccini for Beginners, which was as good as a movie about bisexual love triangles could get.
On other news, I'm conforming to the saying, "Everyone in New York is writing a musical, everyone in LA is either acting or writing a book, everyone in San Fran is protesting about gay marriage, and everyone in Las Vegas--? Well, their just trying not to get arrested." To get ready I'm even listening to movie-soundtrack-esque music (i.e. The Rocket Summer. Every time I listen to "Do You Feel" I can see some kid running after a station wagon. Just me, though.)
I should be out socializing. But I've been [unsurprisingly] dead. Let's bring out the pills.
Twitter mania has been sweeping the nation. Seriously, I don't really see the superduperness in it. But that's just me and my prehistoric technology. I'm still using floppy disks. I really am a dinosaur.
I watched some good movies yesterday: Superbad, which wasn't super-bad, Moving McAllister which had nice music from the Format, and Puccini for Beginners, which was as good as a movie about bisexual love triangles could get.
On other news, I'm conforming to the saying, "Everyone in New York is writing a musical, everyone in LA is either acting or writing a book, everyone in San Fran is protesting about gay marriage, and everyone in Las Vegas--? Well, their just trying not to get arrested." To get ready I'm even listening to movie-soundtrack-esque music (i.e. The Rocket Summer. Every time I listen to "Do You Feel" I can see some kid running after a station wagon. Just me, though.)
I should be out socializing. But I've been [unsurprisingly] dead. Let's bring out the pills.
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