Strawberry Fields Forever

So it’s been a stupid long time since I wrote in this thing. This seems to happen a lot with Live Journal and me.  It’s like the TV show that I forget to watch but always love watching when I remember.

 

I’m almost done with spring term.  I have a lot of stuff I need to do for finals and shit so I’m gonna make a list of them here so I don’t forget:

 

English Comp: Write an essay and make a PowerPoint about e.e. cummings

 

Human Sexuality: Conduct a survey about birth control, write a paper, and make a PowerPoint of the results.

 

Humanities: Write two reflective essays about “cultural experiences”, Create a PowerPoint for the final project.

 

Sign up for Summer Term classes

 

Fun. Wonderful. Who gives a shit lets get to the good stuff :D

 

WOW looking back at my last entry I haven’t written anything for the New Year… Great! I have a lot of catching up to do!

 

Let’s start with MegaCon. Which was awesome. And Emily. Which was even awesome-er.  She arrived in Orlando on the Thursday before the convention. I can’t even describe how thrilling it was, to see her for the first time.  The whole drive to the air port was butterflies.  It’s a good thing I hadn’t eaten anything first cause I probably would have thrown up from the nerves.  We circled the air port twice because I was too unobservant to see the American Airlines sign.  So mom dripped me off at the front of the terminal and I just started walking until I found the one that said “Dallas-Orlando”.  And then I finally saw her. and I thought I was going to explode.  After… Jesus. A really really really ridiculously long time of talking online, I FINALLY got to see her.  And I realized that… It really didn’t seem like the first time we’d met. 

 

After getting her home, I took her out to explore Orlando. At least, the teeny tiny bit of Orlando that I knew about.  I took her out for lunch at Vhin’s, my favorite Vietnamese restaurant, drove her past Valencia, which she wanted to see, and then we went to the Asian market to sock up on sweets and crackernuts for the convention.   After we got home with our sweets, we sat around for a while and realized how boring that was XD So we went to Barber Park to feed the ducks, and ended up feeding the ducks, the pigeons, and the seagulls. Those birds are ruthless.  Once we were done with Barber Park, the next stop was Warren Park that has that really tiny beach area.  It was freezing cold water XD but that didn’t stop Emily from trying to catch minnows. Which was cute as hell.  After a few pictures, we went home, and then out to dinner at Chai Thai with Justin and Lydia.

 

The rest of the weekend, Megacon and all that, was really just a whirlwind of cosplayers, yaoi, and spending all of my money.  That first day was my favorite day of the weekend, honestly :3 The weekend is best told through pictures, which can be found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/35944515@N04/

 

That would be everything from the cosplayers to the car crash.  A motherfucking car crash D:<

 

We dropped Emily off at the airport, you see, and it was very happy and emotional.  As we were getting ready to leave, my dad and I were waving to Emily, and he wasn’t looking at what he was doing, so as he merged out, a big passenger van merged in, the front end of my car hitting the back end of theirs.  Such a wonderful emotional high was brought down pretty quickly by that terrifying jolt and screech of metal. It couldn’t have been any worse.

 

But I digress.  Dad put the car in the shop over my spring break, so I didn’t have my own car for my first spring break with a license.  It really sucked. Really bad.  But we did get to go to Miami that week :3 and if finally got to see Joseph after for-fucking-ever!  I stayed and Anna-Marie and Erin’s house, which was just the best, now that I’m out of the closet and all that jazz, we had a whole lot more to talk about XD I spent a whole day with Joseph.  He took me out to get sushi, then we went to see the Watchman, and then we had dinner at Anna-Marie and Erin’s. Fantastic as usual.  The next day, no one really had any plans.  Anna-Marie had to work, so it was just me and Erin.  We went to a Japanese market, got some candy and squid jerkey.  Yes, squid jerky XD It’s amazing, don’t knock it till you try it.  After the market we had lunch in south beach, went to a thrift store called “Out of the Closet” and then went home to rest a while before going to Joey and Dia’s for a privet concert from Joseph.  And that’s when the shit hit the fan.

 

Since the week before Emily came, I’ve been suffering from… well I thought it was a cold at first but the fact that it’s lasted several weeks now leads me to believe that it’s allergies or something.  I had this cough, which was well controlled with DayQuil.  But I thought I was doing okay, so I didn’t bother taking a DayQuil before going to Joey and Dia’s.  Big motherfucking mistake.  Joseph’s concert was outside with a bunch of goddamn smokers. If my cough wasn’t bad already, fucking cigarette smoke made it even worse.  So all though Joseph’s concert (which was awesome by the way) I kept coughing. I couldn’t stop it. There was no way in the world to stop it.  And every time I coughed, Randy would turn around and look at me.  I got the feeling it was a dirty look.  Later that night she said to me “Jordan, I hate that cough” and I told her I hated it more than she did.  What a fucking bitch.  Honestly, was that supposed to make me feel better about any of this? Cause it sure as fuck didn’t!  So finally, during the last song Joseph sang, I coughed, and every one turned around to look at me. Dia, randy, every one who was fucking out there, and I just lost it.  I already felt like shit the entire fucking night.  I just broke down.  And every one was STILL looking at me and I told them to STOP. I was leaving so they could get on with their fucking little dinner party without me ruining everything for them. I didn’t want to make a scene. I just wanted to go.

 

Why can’t I ever have a good time around those people? IT WASN’T MY FAULT.

 

Meh. Now I’ve gotten myself all upset -_- that means I’m done writing for the day XD

So it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. I was expecting it to be a lot worse.  Once again, all of my accomplishments were totally undermined. Let’s do a little comparison.

 

Their son Joseph dropped out of college, works one day a week, and is spending most of his parent’s money on music equipment for his band.

 

I’m in college, I have a 100% scholarship (for community college any way), and a 3.25 GPA.

 

And Joseph got talked about WAY more. No, I don’t have any musical talent, or even artistic talent so much. I can write a good essay, and make a few toys, whatever. 

 

I’m 19 fucking years old, and all I got praised for was driving and chopping vegetables. I’m not a little girl any more. And I really think they should stop treating me like I am.  Dad would cuss or something, and Joey would say “HEY! Your daughter is here watch your mouth!”

 

I’M 19 FUCKING YEARS OLD >________________________________________<

Here we go again. Another weekend at the condo with Joey and Dia, only Randy is tagging along this time (for better or for worse, is yet to be known).

 

Once again, I’ve been kicked out of my room so they can have it. This is one thing that seriously boggles my mind. I just simply do not understand it. I’m going to be staying here for 6 days. They’re only staying for two, but in the mean time I can’t unpack my stuff.  I sleep in later than any one staying here this weekend, but I still have to sleep on the couch out in the living room while every one wakes up around me, making their coffee and being louder than hell while I’m trying to fucking sleep.

 

You know, my mom asked me before we cam if I was okay with them coming over for the weekend. And I told her, straight up, NO. I wasn’t. But could we come to a compromise? NO. We couldn’t.

 

I was actually excited to be coming here. I really was. Now I just can’t wait to go home.

Here's my schedule for next semester.

Human Sexuality: Monday-Wednesday 11:30-12:45
Some kind of Math: Monday-Wednesday 2:30-3:45
English Comp 2: Tuesday-Thursday 11:30-12:45
Intro to Humanities: Tuesday-Thursday 2:30-3:45

Because I know Emily really wants me to start writing in this thing, I’m gonna.

 

Let’s see… I haven’t posted anything since October… Damn. What’s happened since then?

 

I kind of already talked about Thanksgiving over at my cooking journal, and nothing particularly earth shattering happened. So it isn’t worth talking about.

 

I’d promised Halloween picture but you aren’t getting any because I’m too lazy to do an LJ cut.

 

My art vs. porn essay is done, but I don’t think I’ll be posting that one here since I can’t, like, add the photos without getting banned or something XD so pass on that. I think it went really well though. I’m afraid to send it to all the people I talk to for it, just incase it sucks… I wanted their art to be appreciated, and I hope that is conveyed…

 

I’m so mother fucking happy to be out of school. I have to say college is way better than high school, but I’m glad it’s done. I’m ready to veg out for a month. Maybe actually take some photos.

 

I started that photography project a year ago today. I know that, because I started the project at a chocolate party for my mom’s garden club party, and we’re having a chocolate party tonight. So there you go. I’ve taken 25 photos towards the final 100. So at this rate I’ll finish the project in 3 more years XD

 

I am TOTALLY stoked for Christmas. As stated in the cooking journal, I’m gonna be making so many cookies or, at least I plan too.

 

I’m 19 which is totally awesome. One step closer to the mighty 21. I mean, I don’t feel any older, but I do feel more mature than I used to be. I got some awesome stuff for my birthday, mostly clothes. My dad got me The Dark Knight on DVD, my brother got me the “Nightmare Revisited” CD/Poster, and my Uncle  got me a bunch of chocolate, and a bag of Worthers Originals, which is the candy my Grandpa used to eat all the time. Bruce said Grandpa got them for me, which was so very sweet of him D: (ha ha. Sweet. Pun… yeah)

 

I think that’s it for today… If I think of something, I’ll write another one XD

 

http://community.livejournal.com/yum_in_my_tum/  :3 Cooking Journal Plz

So I totally haven’t been writing every day like I’m supposed to XD At least, not on here.

 

I am so swamped this weekend.  I have to make up a whole power point for SLS. Which I volunteered to do yes, but I have no way of letting my class mates see it before our presentation.  Guh. I really need to work on that.

 

Plus fucking Mr. K assigned a HUGE fucking essay. He really expects us to write a six paragraph essay in five days? That’s bullshit! >_< mother fucker.

 

So we’re starting our research paper in English Comp, which I’m actually really excited about. I think I’ve picked a pretty good topic. I want to write about Nude and Fetish Photography, and argue the fact that it isn’t porn. I got permission to quote an awesome photographer, and interview him if I need to.  See his stuff here:   http://pelicanh.deviantart.com/  (he IS a nude and fetish photographer, so that link is NSFW)  I think having his journals and opinions as a resource gives me a real edge for my argument.

 

I got a Halloween costume! I’m gonna be Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.  The costume is SUPER cute :3 Pics will come soon.

I need to start writing every day.  I kind of slacked off there for a while when school started and homework took over my life.  But writing is so very therapeutic.  Besides, I need to achieve my “academic goal.” Squeek Squeek Har Har.

 

I fucking LOVE fall. I can’t even tell you how alive I feel right now, drinking my pumpkin tea, smelling my cinnamon incense and eating walnuts.  I know the weather isn’t really cool yet, but it’s getting close. I can feel it.  I bought a little pumpkin a while ago. It’s only about four inches tall. I’m coloring black fall trees on it with sharpies.  And dad started putting up the Halloween decorations yesterday.  Something about fall is rejuvenating.  After all the heat and squallier of summer, fall is this like this beautiful rebirth.

 

I need to start taking photographs again.  I think the fall is perfect inspiration. I just haven’t been very… motivated.  Nothing has interested me.

 

I’m finally over my fucking sinus infection. That was just god awful.  Hopefully I won’t relapse.

Making goals leads to disappointment.  To sit down and write a list of everything I wish to accomplish in the next few years only makes me depressed.  What if I don’t reach these goals?  What if I find that that it’s impossible to achieve what I once wished to achieve?  What if I spend the rest of my life asking “what if” questions?  Sure, this may be a very pessimistic outlook on my future, but I find making a list of goals to be far more hindering than liberating.  Forcing myself to adhere to my list would keep my mind closed to other options that may be better for me.  Everything in life is tentative.  One day, I would like to go on a road trip by myself, get an A on every essay I write, and simply find a career that works for me.

I want to go on a kind of soul searching journey.  I want to go places where life is slower and calmer, where the average things to those who live there is bright and beautiful to a foreigner like me.  Before I can do this, however, I need to get my life here sorted out.  I need to gain my parents trust to let me go off on my own, and I need to go at a time where no one will miss me.  I should also start planning where I want to go.  The only hurdle I can foresee is having the time to go on this journey.  I want to be gone a long time, and I don’t want to have to worry about what I left behind.

I pride myself in my writing.  I’ve been writing at a college level since I was in 9^th grade, or so I’ve been told.  I actually get enjoyment out of researching and writing essays.  I want to get at least an A on every essay I write in college, and that includes this one.  In order to do this, I have to keep up my passion for writing.  I write in a journal every single day; I write poems, fiction, and stories of my mundane every day life.  Along with writing every day, I try to read a new book every two weeks.  I get an idea of other peoples writing, inspiring my own.  In college, I just want to keep a high enough GPA to keep my Bright Futures Scholarship, which is a 2.5.

Trying to figure out a career goal to write about in this paper was impossible.  What I want to be when I “grow up” change almost every single day.  I’m a freshman in college, so I figure I don’t need to choose right this instant.  At first, I wanted to go into Marine Biology, or even regular Biology, but after my career meeting last week, I discovered I would have to say at Valencia Community College an extra year, just to get all the prerequisites out of the way.  That’s not something I want to do.  So my second option is acting.  The concept of acting as a career is a beautiful and terrifying one.  I know I’m a good actress, but I’m not sure if I’m a great one.  With acting comes criticism and long periods of unemployment.  So, to set a career goal at this point in my life would lead to frustration and indecision.  To set a goal now, simply cannot be done.

Setting goals is painful.  Thinking about the possible failures and even the possible success is daunting.  These things I would like to do, my trip, my A’s, and my career, they all hold little relevancy to me at this point in time.  They don’t encourage me to look forward to the future, as I’m sure they should.  They make me fear the future.  I want to keep all my options open.  Because what I may want right now, I may not want tomorrow.  As days pass and I change my mind, I change my priorities.  I live for today, and I let the future worry about itself.

 

I’m supposed to write a paper for my SLS class about my goals. Long term personal, academic, and career goals.

 

I don’t know why it’s so fucking hard.

 

My goals change every single day. The career ones, any way. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I’ve decided that biology is officially out. I would have to stay at Valencia an extra year just to finish the pre-requisites.  So what does that leave me with?

 

Maybe I really was born to be an entertainer.  Mr. Buck said himself, I had the ability to make it.  Maybe I should take his words seriously.

 

I don’t think going to acting is the easy way out. I know for a fact it isn’t. I was always afraid of the long periods of unemployment and what not. But… If I’m as good as I really think I am, then there won’t BE any long periods of unemployment.

 

Academically, again, I don’t know. I guess, just to graduate? But that’s what every body else’s goal will be. No one is going to care about that. Just to pass math, maybe. But I’m really not worried about math.

 

I hate making goals. Because making goals only leads to disappointment.

 

There is a place, where, every day, life is perfect.  Husbands love their wives and children, lawns are pristine, and the sun always shines.  If there is ever conflict, it’s always resolved peacefully, perhaps even with a moral where everybody learns something.  But in this same place, just next door, there is unspeakable evil.  It’s where men struggle to support their families, governments are corrupt, and people are kidnapped, tortured and murdered every single day.  And all people can do is watch.  They sit and stare, sometimes crying, laughing or screaming.  There’s nothing to be done about it, because it isn’t real; because it’s just a movie theater.

I love going to the movies.  Sure, I could just sit at home, pop something into the DVD player, and do my best to escape reality, but then I would be sitting in my room, surrounded by my own reality of work to be done.  That isn’t really escaping.  So, I go to a portal, pay eight dollars for a ticket into another world and dish out five more bucks for a bag of gummy bears and a large orange soda.

I always go see a film about four weeks after it’s released.  Because, by then, every body has already seen it, which means I get the entire theater all to my self.  It’s so invigorating to turn the corner into the theater and see rows of completely empty seats.  If any one is there, they usually aren’t distracting.  The theater is always obnoxiously colored, with multicolored zigzag carpeting on the stairs and racing stripes on the seats.  The railing is painted indigo and the walls are purple, or maybe red, depending on the theater.

As I walk up the steps to the very last row, I always find my minor obsessive compulsive disorder kicks in; I count the steps in-between the rows, even though I know it’s three steps every single time. I finally get to the top row, and I take my reserved seat right under the projector.  In the back row, there is always more leg room, the floor is less sticky, and the seats don’t rock back like in the other rows. Conditions are perfect.

While I watch the trivia questions on the pre-preview screen and listen to bad pop music overhead, I dive into my fresh pack of gummy bears, attacking the white ones first.  I don’t have any idea what flavor they are; I just know the white flavor is the best.  The orange soda, with two straws stuck in it for maximum slurping capacity, is usually half empty by the time the previews begin.

The previews are what really get things stared.  The lights dim half way, a pretty woman politely asks you to turn off your cell phones and be considerate of others, and up coming movie previews begin.  Some are a bore, movies I tell myself I would never go see if my life depended on it.  Others make me inwardly, and sometimes outwardly, squeal in utter joy and amazement.  I get my cell phone out and enter the release date into my calendar, only to realize I shouldn’t have the phone on in the first place. I turn it off, not because the pretty woman asked me to, but because I’m in another world.  Other worlds don’t get good reception.

Finally, by the grace of the Hitchcock, Kubrick, and Scorsese, the lights turn out completely, the speakers pop and adjust, and the opening credits begin to roll.  I abandon my gummy bears, soda, and the previews.  I no longer care where I’m going to get dinner after the film.  All that matters is the film.  It’s like slipping into a warm bath or closing your eyes for a wonderful day dream.  But unlike a bath or a dream, I’m not disappointed when it ends.  Though the ending of the film may leave me feeling empty, I walk out of the theater satisfied.  I leave with half a bag of gummy bears, and two hours spent in another world.

The moment the landing gear hit the ground in San Jose, Costa Rica, I came to realize three things: I was in a foreign county for the first time, I didn’t know a word of Spanish, and it was going to rain every day for the rest of the week. While the rest of my Senior Class had taken Spanish for two years, my father and I were lost in translation, trying to communicate with the customs officials through their broken English and our shattered Spanish.

I soon found that the language barrier was to be the least of my worries. Every day my friends and I woke to ominous thunder two hours before our alarm clocks went off. It would set the stage for the rest of the day, be it doing missionary work for a Refugee Church, or shopping in the outdoor markets. The rain came in sprinkles and in torrents, and there was simply no escaping it.

The third day of our trip started with that treacherous ride to Mount Arenal; over four hours in a bus, up and down swerving, wet mountain roads to one of the most active volcanoes in the world. The ride was worth the stomach ache, as the rain clouds parted momentarily to reveal the spectacular sight of the smoking volcano. Our hotel was at the base of the mountain, which was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. We tossed our belongings into our hotel rooms, quickly ate our lunch, and then packed back into the sardine can of a bus to head for La Fortuna Waterfall.

When we reached the main gate of the La Fortuna Waterfall attraction, I understood why they call it a rainforest. I was quite thankful for my father’s rain poncho, only to later realize it wasn’t waterproof. I stuffed my room key, cell phone, and digital camera into bag that was waterproof and we made our way down to the lagoon.

I knew that it was going to be a long trek down hill to get to the waterfall. It wasn’t so bad at first. The cinderblock steps were short and close together, the rain water staying in the little holes of the blocks. Then the steps became steeper, curvier, and narrower. Every one had moved ahead of me and my father, who let me grasp his hand for dear life. On the left, moss and mud lined the side of the mountain; on the right, a rusty chain railing and a steep drop. Neither provided much of anything to hold onto, so my father’s rough hands and wet shoulders became my only hope to keep from slipping and meeting an untimely death.

After 300 steep, slippery, muddy steps down, we arrived to La Fortuna Waterfall. Despite the rain, the exhaustion, and the near death experiences, the blue river and crashing water was calming amongst the turbulence. The waterfall cascaded over a small cave into the azure lagoon, surrounded by raven rocks covered in emerald, carpet-like moss. And while the rest of my classmates went to swim in the river, I captured the only photo of nature’s splendor.

After every one was sufficiently soaked to the bone from the rain and swimming alike, we headed back up the side of the mountain. I’m quite out of shape and knew for a fact that I would be the last one up the steps, but I had not been expecting the most excruciating pain of my life. My father and two of the male chaperones helped me up. But all the same, it was still 300 wet, slippery, muddy steps back up, with nothing to hold onto but hands, rusty chain, and moss.

When those final, blissfully short steps and walkways came, my heart was pounding in my ears, and I couldn’t breathe. My father bought me a water bottle, and the moment the clean, clear taste of liquid life giver hit my tongue and slid down my throat, I realized my classmates were clapping, and I had made it through hell and high water.

Though the awful ordeal left my legs throbbing for weeks to come and I still have nightmares of that clenching dryness in my lungs, I still was the only one who got a photo of La Fortuna Waterfall that day. And when I ask myself if it was worth it, the answer will always be yes.

I hate September.  Passionately.  September is the worst month of the entire year.

 

Grandma, Grandpa, Nana, and Uncle Teddy all died in September.

 

All of them.

 

Every member of my family that I was close to has died in September.

 

I hate it. I’m depressed this entire month. Every weekend a new family member is celebrated.

 

And my mom asked me to go to church with her on Sunday.

 

I’ll probably go, as much as I despise church. I’m not sure what to do.

As previously stated three entries ago, I went to the condo for Labor day weekend.  And for once, I was pretty stoked. I have a brand new lap top, which meant better internet (and AIM ;D), and for once, I was going to be able to hang out with Joseph and John Paul! I always like having cousins or at least other kids close to my age when I’m at the condo, because adults can be pissy.

 

But Joseph didn’t come.

 

Now don’t get me wrong, I love JP with all my heart! And I love hanging out with him! But I haven’t seen Joseph since Thanksgiving of last year.

 

I don’t know what happened to make him not come to the condo, but god damn it did that piss me off! He’s such a douche bag! There is absolutely no excuse for him not to have come! And I’m pretty sure I heard some one say it was his idea to have a family vacation in the first place.

 

I haven’t seen him in close to a year. He’s my best friend, as far as my family goes.  Even if he had an argument with his parents, or was finding out of he got a job on Monday… that’s bull shit. He could have driven home. He could have stayed with me instead of go to the hotel with his parents. Something. Theirs is no fucking excuse any more.

 

Uncle Joey was a dick, as usual. I’m really starting to hate that guy.

 

And Dia was a bitch. Again. Getting all pissy about my moms cooking. I know my mom would never say she was being pissy. But… well she was being fucking pissy.

 

I shouldn’t be sore at them. I’m currently wearing a beautiful necklace they got me as a graduation gift. It really is perfect.

 

But still… there’s the fact that I’ve been graduated for three months.

I finished my first week of college!

 

Woo!

 

And it wasn’t nearly as awful as I thought it would be!

 

Woo!

 

I’ve got a lot of different teachers, different classmates, different… everything really.

 

My first class  was Freshman Comp, which I have on Mondays and Wednesdays. The teachers is Professor McGowen, but we just call her McG. And I LOVE her. She’ s definitely my favorite teacher, easily. She’s that Liberal, flowery, scatter brained English teacher you always see in the movies. She cusses all the time, which… good god I love this woman XD I’ve already been labeled the eccentric actress, which I’m very proud of. I have a very good feeling about this glass. It’s a lot of reading and such, but at least the reading has been fun, like “Shitty First Drafts” and “How to Say Nothing in 500 Words.” My classmates in that one are pretty good to.  I’ve only really talked to Bre, Amanda, and this other girl who had a really pretty name but I forgot what it was XD I also have her in US Gov. But I’ll get to that later.

 

My other M/W class is Student Success, which… I’m still not sure what I’m supposed to learn, but I think it’s to help us become better students or something. It’ll be an easy A, I think. Our teacher is Meredith (she won’t let us call her anything else). She’s pretty cool, kind of like “um, okay I don’t care what you do just pay attention when I tell you to.” And we were put into groups for some group project we’re eventually gonna do. The people in my group seem competent and responsible, so I’m good.

 

US Government.  In some way’s it’s not bad. Mr. K (since I can’t say his name) is pretty funny and all, but… Okay. I’ll just say it. We have a Czechoslovakian Professor teaching Untied Stated Government. And he smells. Really bad. Like… REALLY bad. Like he doesn’t know what deodorant is, It’s… simply awful. And of course, not knowing this, I had sat in the very front of the classroom. And my desk was the one he was always leaning against and shit. Ugh. He really really stinks D: So from now on I’m sitting in the back of the class.

 

Intermediate Algebra sucks for oh so many reasons. The first reason being it’s Intermediate Algebra. Which sucks on it’s own. The second reason is that it starts at 5 at night.. which… is just plain awful. And third, a lot of the people in the class suck at Algebra as much as I do, so I can’t depend on any one for help or something D: The teacher isn’t bad. She’s nice and all. Buts till. It’s math D:

 

All in all, it isn’t so bad. I think I get more secondhand smoke just from walking outside then I have in my entire life though XD

 Pick your 6 favorite fandoms and answer the questions (don't look at the questions before).

1.) Batman

2.) Hannibal Lecter

3.) Metalocalypse

4.) Venture Bros.

5.) Transformers

6.) Texas Chainsaw Massacre

( Click PLZ )

Woo! I finally got my license! I haven’t actually driven any where by myself yet. And I honestly don’t plan on doing so for quite a long time. But the test was painless. The whole ordeal was relatively short and quick. I’m just glad it’s over so people can stop getting on my ass about it.  I’m quite thankful for that.

 

No word on the classes on a waiting list for. I can only cross my fingers and hope. I fear it’s too late to change the classes now. I’m just going to try and not worry about it for once. Worrying doesn’t get anything done.

 

Tropical storm Fay has sent people into a crazy tizzy.  They think it’s the next Charlie or something. It’s technically not even a hurricane yet, and probably never will be. But when we went to the grocery store, today, it took forever to find a parking spot, there were only a few carts left, and practically all the bottled water was gone XD it was ridiculous.

 

I picked up a Cooking Light magazine the other day from Publix, and I’ve finally started putting together a recipe file on the computer.  It’s really something I’ve wanted to do for a while. Mom had a huge collection of recipes on her computer, so I figured I should start as well, and this Cooking Light magazine had been a great start I think.  It’s actually quite fun to copy all the recipes.

 

We’re going to the condo for Labor Day weekend. Just 3 days I think.  Joseph and John Paul will actually be coming this time. Which I am excited about :)

 

OMG Loryn and Trey finally decided to go on a “break.” Do you know how stupidly happy that makes me? We talked about it last night. When she told me that I almost shouted with joy but realized my parents were probably in bed and if they heard me shout they would freak out.  But yeah, holy shit it’s about god damn time.  I’ve tried to be, like, supportive of their relationship but Loryn totally needs, nay, deserves better than him. He’s a drama queen and a bitch. He blows everything way out of proportion and over exaggerated just about everything he does.  He really was my best friend but then he just did a total 180. He became a bitch.  For instance, his “food poisoning” in Costa Rica was the biggest crock of bullshit I had ever smelled.  I don’t understand how one single person can get food poisoning when we all ate the exact same things… And he didn’t need to scream bloody murder when he was throwing up and wake up the people in the hotel room beside him.

 

Just writing about him makes my muscles cramp.

 

So I went to orientation yesterday for Valencia, and learned a lot of cool stuff I needed to know. It wasn't bad.

But picking classes today was.  I decided I wasn't going to over load myself, so I only took 4 classes. I had made a color coded schedule of times and everything! When I thought I had everything all worked out, I ended up being put on a waiting list for 2 of my 4 classes.  The odds are not good that I’ll get into those classes, at least not at the times I wanted. I was forced to sign up for a Math class that starts at, like, 5 PM. I got into my Student Success class in the right time slot. But English Comp and US Government totally screwed me over D: I can only pray I’ll be able to get the classes.

-sigh-

And I have my driving test tomorrow. so not excited for that.  Yesterday I found out that Justin wanted to take my car to go on a short trip to Boca to pick up a toy. But I needed my car so I could practice for the test. So I confronted him and told him that I needed to practice. And he said the dick-iest thing ever! he said "haven’t you had, like, 6 months to practice."  And I gave him a stern look and said "That's not the point, Justin." So he just shrugged and said "what ever."

You know, he didn't even ask me if he could use MY car.  I'm sure he just asked dad "hey can I borrow the Matrix?" And dad probably said yes.  Just because I don't have my license that doesn’t mean that isn't my fucking car. Because it is! Dad bought it for me, So people should ask permission to use MY car.

Oi. Any way. Entered my Joker Dunny into the Munnyocalypse contest. First one in too! That means he'll get a good spot and stuff like that. :3  I know he won't win anything. I mean... well he might. It all depends on how the winner is picked. I figured if it's a vote, I might get a lot of votes because the Joker is relevant today. Lots of people have seen The Dark Knight and will love to see the Joker.  Steve at Uberbot even said "Oh yeah, people love the comic book Dunnys." But, if the contest is based on, like, judges, mine will get, like dead last XD I mean, it's just sharpie. And not very original. And I did get yellow smudges all over his face and ears D:  But... If I’m lucky it'll be by vote ;)

 Abso-fucking-lutely.

I’m not saying this because he died, or any of that other hype, but because I think he truly deserves it.

Sometimes, when you go to see a movie, you go to watch an actor play a character. When I watch Pirates of the Caribbean, for instance, I'm not watching Captain Jack Sparrow. I'm watching Johnny Depp play Captain Jack Sparrow.  Or I'm watching Hugh Jackman play Wolverine. Or Gaspard Ulliel play young Hannibal.

There have only been 4 times in my life, I have watched a film, or a play, and I was watching the character, and not watching the actor play a character.

The first time this happened was when I first saw and understood The Silence of the Lambs. When I first saw that film, I wasn't watching Ted Levine, Jodie Foster, or Anthony Hopkins play some characters.  I was in an entirely different world with Jame Gumb, Clarice Starling, and Hannibal Lecter. I was a fly on the wall of a real life FBI investigation.

The second time was when I was in a play called "The Last Night of Ballyhoo."  One of my co stars, Lydia, played a young, smart, and witty woman named Sunny. And when I watched from the wings during rehearsals, or listened from the speaker back stage, I had completely forgotten that Lydia was not Sonny.  I realized Lydia had utterly transformed into a different person, so much so, that it totally fooled me.

The third time was recently, when I went to see "The Phantom of the Opera" live in New York City. We had shitty seats, I was soaking wet from the rain, and the woman beside me had to listen to a Chinese translation on her earphones, but every single time Phantom came onto the strange, I forgot all about it.  He was phenomenal, and beautiful, and every time he sang I wanted to cry I was so overwhelmed with emotions. When Christine ripped off his mask, and he fell to the floor, cursing her, and when she kissed him, the way his hands shook, and how terrified he was... Pardon me for saying this but it was better than any orgasm I’ve ever had.

And finally, we come to The Dark Knight.  At first, before I’d even seen the movie, I was just ready to watch one of Heath Ledger's last performances. But, as soon as he took off his mask in the first scene and he said "What ever doesn’t kill you, makes you... stranger," I knew it was going to be an altogether different experience. And I was taken into an entirely different world.

It was the second time I saw the film I really had the chance to concentrate on his performance, because I wasn't all giddy and excited. Everything he did was brilliance. Every long speech about anarchy and chaos. Every funny little saying he had that was probably adlibbed. Every time he licked his beautiful lips. It was all so perfect. All so synchronized. It was perfect.

And that's why Heath Ledger should get an Oscar :3

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2) Italicise those you intend to read
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
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Lawl. New healthy obsession much? Totally XD

 

I’ve always liked Batman. But now I really like batman. Like to the point that I’m spending most of my day watching old Batman, The Animated Series, on youtube.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtV3BuznAdg “Almost Got ‘Im” :D my favorite episode lawlz.

 

XD Joker is just the best. All the time… always. Heath Ledger rocked. Jack Nicholson rocked. Mark Hamill rocked at voicing him XD

 

D: And Harley Quinn should have been in “The Dark Knight!”

 

Alright. I guess I’m done with my batman rant. Even though technically it was a Joker rant…

 

http://serenitysnape66.deviantart.com/art/Seriously-93950251

 

Coolest shit I’ve ever made ever XD