Pearl Harbor

Okay, so I was talking in my last post about a new movie I recently watched but there was such a story behind it that it needed it's own post. So, here is the story. It's not a big story or anything but I have nothing else to write about right now and I'm somewhat bored since my Eng. class just got canceled and I have to wait another hour for my next class with nothing to do. Wow! Talk about a run on sentence back there. :D I told you my Eng. class shouldn't have been canceled. :D I do not like sad things which I'm sure you all know. I don't think many people like a lot of sad things. My position is that in movies, you should enjoy yourself and why watch something that's going to make you cry and depress you? There is a very rare movie that I will voluntarily watch if I know it's sad. The first of these was The Last Samurai which is such a good movie. It's probably one of my favorite sad movies, but that's not saying much since I already explained how I don't watch a lot of them. Anyway, this post is not on The Last Samurai; it's about Pearl Harbor. Some time ago, I watched the last 20 minutes or so of the movie with Dad. I often will watch odd bits of various war movies with him. The end was very sad, as all of you who've seen it know. While I didn't understand some of the dialouge, I still thought it was good. Well, recently the movie came on TV, on AMC, which is edited. So, since it was of some interest to me, and I had nothing else to do...(actually I did, but it wasn't pressing) I decided to watch it. While the movie's premise is an attack, the movie is more like Titanic in how it focuses on people and then gets to the calamity that the people are involved in. Henceforth, the beginning had nothing to do sadness. In fact, the beginnnig is pretty funny, especially the "shot giving" scene. So, I was watching this movie and enjoying it more and more. And then it came to the attack, and my goodness, it was sad. It was also very well done which made it more sad 'cause you felt like you were there. Well, that's pretty much when the sadness kept up until the end. When I finished the movie, yes, I felt sad, but I also felt good from watching a good movie. It is rare when a movie make a technical impression on me as being good. This was one of them. Some of those scenes paired with the music were just...really cool. Kathryn, who had been out of the house for the last 2 hours or so, came in to find me still watching the movie. She was very surprised that I'd even started it, let alone finishing it. Then, when I said I liked it a lot, she started to laugh. She said she found it very funny that I pick such random times to watch the randomest movies that she'd never expect me to watch. This led to a long conversaton about how I appreciate certain movies different ways. Well, now that I've written it, it doesn't sound nearly as "story-ish" as I thought I did. I guess I just wanted a post to show how much I enjoyed the movie. Now, I just need to get Kathryn to watch it. ;) I'd put a quote from the movie down here, but none of them really fit out of contex.

The Happening

Wait a minute, wasn't that a movie made by Shamalamalama man? Well, if it was, this post has nothing whatsover to do with that movie. And did I spell whatsoever right? I don't know. I'm not quite myself right now. I've recently just had some of the worst pizza a human can consume and it's seriously messing with my brain waves, so please excuse any blunder to my grammar. By the way, I just took a break to eat a Reese's cup and that has helped focus me...somewhat. I'm here to post a new post (wow, I should just stop now) on my blog because I feel like it and I'm tired to seeing the same old one at the top. This is going to be just another post that sums up what's been Happening (now you get the name, don't you?) to me lately. As you may know or not, and I can say this because I have a closed blog, my parents have been in New York for the past couple of days. Anyway, so Kathryn and I have been trying to use our time wisely. The TV to school ratio was very well managed. ;) In my school area, I had a rough draft of an Eng. paper due and a test in my Gov. class. So, the pressure was on me to definitely pull through. My paper topic was the adaption of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe to the movie. Because that's way too broad for any paper, I decided to narrow it down to focusing on character, plot, and overal feeling. The paper was supposed to be at least 750 words. Now, because of all the Nano-ing that I've done, this did not seem like any issue to me. And, turns out, it wasn't. I began to write the paper and, upon finishing the third on the characters, I checked the word count. I was in the 900s. I then went to the top of the page and changed one of my sentences. "I shall be focusing on the characters," hahahaha. It felt very good to complete the paper, and I thought it was well done. However, my Gov. test is still hanging over my head at this point. I knew this would just take regular studying because I was more nervous for this test than the one I'd previously aced. Today, I went in and did my best and I'm pretty sure I did well. I seemed to understand it pretty much. Now we get to the fun stuff, MOVIES!!! I'll specifically touch only one of the new movies because the other gets a post too inself because of the story with it. On the list to watch for a long time was Charlie St. Cloud. I mean, it was a Zac Efron movie so we HAD to watch it. I mean, oh my goodness, you know?! Hahaha, not really, but we still wanted to watch it. I did not care for the movie. It was sad (which I expected) but it didn't...I don't know, almost didn't flow. I guess I wasn't satisfied with the ending. And, I recently was feeling so tired that I actually had to take a nap. After waking up, feeling very refreshed, my left arm felt like a dead-weight arm, but more like a half-dead-weight arm. I tell you, it's the freakiest feeling. Wow, such an odd post. BYE! Disclaimer: This post may have been choppy but I was writing it while watching Chopped. The pun on this was not intended. And wait...isn't a disclaimer supposed to go at the beginning?

My Friend Flicka-the book

I recently finished this book and greatly enjoyed it. While it's not a very prominent classic, it's still very well known. Except for the first two chapters, the beginning was fairly boring, but the middle to the end was very good. It was very well written with great imagery. If you need something to read, I encourage you to pick it up.

Baby!!!!

I couldn't NOT post this. I mean, when something this exciting is yours and you get to tell everybody, you can't post it only once. When my brother and his wife told us, my mouth dropped open and my eyes got big and I was beyond joyous. Now, whenever my day is getting slow or I'm not as happy, one thought crosses my mind and I brighten up.

BABY!!!!

It's the most amazing feeling I've ever had. It's great! I love it, and I can't wait till October!!!

HAT!

Three words: The Adjustment Bureau! Has anyone seen this movie? Well, I've seen it twice, both times in the threaters, and about six hours apart. Yes, a first for our family has eventually happened. Kathryn and I had a get together planned with two of our friends, Rosie and Jesse, to go watch the movie and have lunch. We watched it and just were...blown away. Oh my goodness so amazing.
Well, we went home and kept talking about it to the point that Mom was really getting sick of it. Then, out of the blue, Kathryn suggested going back with Mom and Dad that evening. I jumped on that band wagon immediately. Well, after some discussion, we were going back. Kathryn and I were not only excited about seeing the amazing movie again but also making a memory that would probably not happen ever again.
So, yes, we did something crazy, but it was for a crazy, good movie! I mean, acting was ON (really like Emily Blunt and Matt Damon, plus their pairing was perfect)! Plot was cool and very intriguing! Plus, it was just such a great movie and, yeah, you'll get the point of the title as soon as you watch it. (You'll be watching out for everybody wearing a hat.) You ARE going to watch it, right? *begins to use the force* Yes, you are going to go watch it. Hahahaha!

No Sunshine

A day without orange juice is like a day without sunshine. --this was an old commerical jingle and still true today.

Anyone who knows me well, and if you're reading this, that's probably you, SHOULD know ;) that I drink Orange Juice every morning. It's because of habit/taste/and by now, if I don't have it, my mouth gets a weird feeling every morning as if it's trying to get any kind of orange taste from my mouth. It's very weird and I can't begin to explain it to you. You could only understand if you've had a glass of OJ pretty much every morning for the last, probably, 4 years.

When I begin to make my breakfast, my mouth gets that taste and until I take a drink (which I always do before I eat the food) it doesn't go away. I always drink it first because it opens up my palet and it's amazing how NASTY water (even our water) is in the morning. I've also found how cool it is how when I eat the same food without OJ, it's different.

I'm going to interject something here. This is to ensure you don't come away from this post thinking I'm a wimp that can't survive without a certain drink. OJ is just something that I heavily like and desire strongly, it's not a true necesity. Okay, back to the story.

Well, you can imagine how fast I can go through a quart of the stuff. About a week ago, I ran out and Mom wasn't able to get to the store. So, OH HORRORS!, there was no OJ for the morning. Sure enough, my tastebuds were very depressed when I ate a breakfast accompanied by bad water.
The next morning, I was wholly against drinking water, but we still didn't have any OJ. *strongly upset face* However, Mom had just made a pot of coffee and I clung to it as a life preserver in the desert full of water but barren of the all important, magical potion that turns my day into smiles.
Now, as you well know, I do not drink coffee unless it's got a little green mermaid on the cup. I don't drink any hot drinks, as a matter of fact, unless the afore mentioned mermaid is donning the container. Therefore, this idea of coffee was difficult to even think of. I've been wanting to like the drink for sometime but just couldn't get paste the coffee taste. Still, I had to drink something and it was NOT going to be water. I asked if I could try Mom (just some cream in it). I tasted it and "blah." No good. Water was staring me in the face. But wait, I rememeberd that Dad puts flavored creamer in his coffee. Could I try his? I did and it was pretty good. YAY!
I went downstairs and poured myself half a cup in my mug from Justin. I added the French Vanilla creamer and while it didn't look or taste quite like Dad's, it was pretty good.
The next day has by now dawned and still no special orange liquid populates the refrigerator. So, out comes the mug, coffee, and creamer. Another half cup is successfully flavored and downed with satisfaction.
Now, while it does not replace the longing in my throat for the cool liquid of OJ, I'm beginning to enjoy the coffee.

This was a quote that seemed to fit.
"Where are the cucumber sandwhiches?"
"There were no cucumbers at the market this morning, sir."
"Oh, NO cucumbers!"
"No sir, not even for ready money." -- The Importance of Being Earnest

Les Miserables

Salutations!

"What are they and where are you?"
"Salutations are greetings. They're just my fancy way of saying hello."--Charlotte's Web (book)

I really wanted to post so, I decided that since I've been in such a Les Mis mood, I'd go ahead and write on that subject for awhile. Like everything with me, I go in stages. Watching a certain movie or listening to certain music or reading certain books pulls me into a world where I want to stay for awhile. Right now, I'm in the world of Monteur-sur-meil. I think I spelled that right.
This whole mood kicked off by the program that was recently on TV (PBS) of the 25th anniversary of Les Miserables. Our family has been long standing Les Mis fans by seeing the production on Broadway twice, listening to the CDs on every road trip (along with Beauty and the Beast), and owning the video tape (WHOAH, talk about old) of the 10th anniversary show. We loved the 10th anniversary one and, when discovering the 25th, had to watch it. We were going to tape it, but Mom and Kathryn had checked in during the middle of it just to catch a glimpse.
Coming downstairs after being on my computer for awhile, I walked into to Grandpa's room (where the TV is) and they surprised me by going to PBS and showing me the show. I was excited but got ready to critique everyone, comparing them to the 10th version which is the TRUE version. ;)
Since only Valjean and Cosette were on, I tackeled them. Valjean did not seem nearly as old as Colm Wilkinson and Cosette was blonde instead of Brunette, but I could live with that. Now, I wanted to stay and see the other characters which Mom and Kathryn did not reveal. The next song was One Day More, my favorite out of the entire production. First to sing is Valjean and then Marius. Now, I had not seen Marius until now. Since the camera was not on a close-up, all I saw was dark, curly hair. I giggled as I jokingly made a reference to Nick Jonas. Then the camera went to a close up and....IT WAS NICK JONAS! Whoah, hold on. Where did he come from? He's not supposed to be anywhere near Les Mis. He's supposed to be jamming with his band, singing with his mediocre voice. How in the world did they let him into Les Mis?!
Baffled, I continued to watch. Next of the new ones, was Epoinine. Dark hair instead of blonde (like in the 10th), but she seemed fine. Next is Enjoras or however you spell his name. I always think of his as the Booming Voice, Leader guy. He didn't seem to have quite as boomy of a voice, but it was boomy enough for a pass so he was on the good list. Next, of course, comes Javert and he looked so different and sounded so different from the 10th that I'd about had it. How could they do this? What were they thinking? (The Thenardiers were grungy so they were fine.)
Well, we didn't finish watching 'cause it was the middle of the show. Instead, we ended up watching the whole thing Sunday night. My view of the new production is as follows: Definitely not as good as the 10th anniversary but it was still lots of fun to watch, Nick Jonas wasn't TERRIBLE as Marius but he wasn't that great either (Heart Full of Love? very bad), Javert wasn't very good especially since he was wearing a purple outfit, best part of the show was when they brought out the original cast and they all sang One Day More! Goosebumps!!! hahaha

All that is to say is that I am now thrust into a Les Mis mood where the songs have been stuck in my head. I've had a new drive for reading more of the book. Plus, I now want to rewatch the movie.
Talk to you later!

The Addictive Power of...

Okay, the rage is going around. The addiction is taking hold. The sucking, black holish power of...yes, of course you guessed it, the Hunger Games has finally imprisoned me in its spell. Don't ask me how they do it. I can't even begin to describe the feeling. I don't think anyone can truly understand unless they've read it. It's like, it gets into your head to where you can't stop thinking about what might happen and what you wished had happened. When someone says the wrong thing, you cringe inside and know nothing good can come of it. And, just when something happy happens, audience prepare yourself to be shot down again into a hole of depression. "Yes, that means you too, Hippie Boy." --Remember the Titans (hahahha)

You finally make it to the end of your fourth straight chapter, hoping that you might pull through and actually get to your life. Oh but wait, the author pulls one of those most famous cliff-hangers and you know you're doomed for another 8 pages. You're not going ANYWHERE! hahaha It's unnerving how true this is for so many people. What can make a book do this? Yesterday, I read probably the last 6 or so chapters of the first book. Then, I went and spent what remained of the evening with my family. Sure enough, when I went back up to bed, I couldn't resist the twitching in my fingers. 9 chapters later, I'd reached a spot that was mellow ENOUGH to let me put it down and actually get some sleep.

I also believe these books are beginning to turn me into a nervous wreck. Anyone having read the end of book 1 will know exactly what I'm talking about and completely sympathize with me. I can't say too much, 'cause I'm sure some readers of this post haven't read it. But, to all you Gamers out there, you understand my agony. ;)

You know, this morning I woke up without thinking anything about. I made it to 8:30 and it entered my mind. "No," I thought. "It'll never go away. Don't think about it." Sadly, it was too late. I was goners. Oh well, better luck for tomorrow.

I give my hearty thanks to Angelique for lending me the books. I appreciate her act of service but also blame her for my lack of sleep and many stolen hours. hahahahaha To tell the truth, my writing has suffered greatly under the pressur of this new craze. I'm struggling to get back into writing, but I'm thinking I may have to wait a few days. :)

Okay, now, I'm getting back to important stuff. Like........reading the next chapters. ;D

More boredom...

More boredom was manifested by the unleashing of my creative mind. MUAHHAHAHAHA! :D Tell me your favorite!

The result of being bored is...

I was bored so I did this on my computer. I'm actually quite proud of it. :D