Yesterday I came to the conclusion that I am tired of my surroundings. I am fatigued and apathetic. Every single day is the same as the last. Wake up at 5:30 AM, use the bathroom, take a shower, get dressed, do my hair, brush my teeth, eat cereal and a cup of tea, go to school at 7:10, study, work, "learn", lunch, study, work, "learn", go home at 2:40, have a snack, do homework, check Facebook, watch TV, eat dinner, go on my computer, brush teeth, get changed, go to bed. Every single day. It's a monotonous daily routine that controls my life 10 months a year. Weekends and breaks from school are spent doing school work. The other two months are spent hanging out with friends and going on vacation to Cape May or to my grandparents' house.
I also have realized that when I get a job this summer its going to be the same. Except for it will be getting up at 7:30 AM, and going home between 6 and 9 PM. College will likely be the same monotonous cycle. And so will the next 40 to 45 years or so after I graduate. In other words, my life will be the average American's.
You spend 60 years doing things you don't like, then you retire and have grandkids to take care of until you die. And if you don't have grandkids, then you can live out your years doing things you've never gotten to do before, but with limits. Age takes a toll on you, so when you're 80, and you've spent your life hunched over a computer in a windowless cubicle, you realize you can't climb the Matterhorn or canoe down the Amazon. (I know both of these are far-fetched but they're just examples.
I need a vacation. I need to do something I've never done before and go places I've never been. I want to backpack across Europe and drive a classic muscle car across the United States. I want to see Rome and climb the Eiffel Tower. I want to visit Alaska in the summer and hike across Ireland. I want to visit the lands of my ancestors: Ireland, Scotland, England, Italy, Germany, Slovakia.
I need to feel alive.
Not that I feel dead or anything, I just feel that there has to be something more in life than working endlessly and when you stop working, you're too old and tired to do anything for yourself anymore. We as Americans work too hard, and dig ourselves into an early grave because of it. We try to keep ourselves alive by taking a hundred pills and supplements, to keep us alive and working and do nothing to empty our pockets. We as Americans need to stop working and have some fun once in a while.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Update
If you already saw, I added new links to my blog. For a short period of time, I had the link to the Jacky Faber website. I later changed it to my friend's YouTube Channel, so it wouldn't lead to any legal issues with L. A. Meyer. She and her co-stars want more views, and this was the first thing that came to my mind. I already posted the link on Twitter and she has a Facebook page for it. Check it out...now!
Sophomore Year
I'm a sophomore now. And I have been for nine weeks, but I'm just getting to it now. And my sophomore year has been kinda hectic. Let's start from the beginning.
A week or two before school started, I got my schedule in the mail. And I noticed two problems. Both of them involve gym/fitness. (They're the same thing, just have different names.) The first problem is that I had two gym classes every day. So that meant Group Exercise and Fitness in the morning and Dance Technique in the afternoon. Group Exercise and Fitness is a gym class where yoga, pilates and kick-boxing is rotated every day. Dance Technique is studying and performing jazz, hip-hop and swing routines. Doing both of these classes every day left me fatigued when I got home. On the bright side, both of these classes were only nine weeks long, and from the exercise, my abs are firmer. Well, slightly.
The second problem came with two health/fitness classes every day. Which means that I'll have to run a mile twice. In 20-40 degree weather in the morning and 30-55 degree weather in the afternoon. No one wants to run a mile when its 20 degrees outside, and while wearing shorts and a tee shirt. I'm gonna have to buy a hoodie and yoga pants for the fitness classes.On the bright side, one of the health classes is Driver's Ed, so that will get me halfway to my learner's permit in April.
My next problem came Homecoming, and finding a dress. I already bought the dress and it was gorgeous. Finding a date was also easy, considering one of my guy friends loves me, and now we're together. We've only been together for about two weeks, and we're taking it slow. He almost forgot to buy his ticket, which screwed both of us up for a few days. The dance was loud, fun, and of course involved trying to avoid the crowd's "dancing" (really just sex with clothes).
Halloween was spent trick-or-treating with my friends, and this really creepy guy who turns out to be my best friend's cousin or something. I went as a banshee and with all the grease makeup and accessories I put on, i was nearly unrecognizable. Or so says my mom.
I am in Women's Chorus again, and this year, I WILL audition for the Ensemble. And next year Concert Choir. Maybe. The Choral Director said I was good last year, but I had to be louder. I myself, have to work on belt and vibrato.
I joined French Club, and sometime this year, we're going to see Cirque du Soleil. Sadly, we don't have enough money for Les Miserables. Because its at least $100 per person. So it would be about $3,500 for the whole French Club. We definitely do not have money to go to France this year.
I also have French II and US History I right now. Right now, we're learning how to say different chores in French and James Madison's presidency in History.
I also read "The Wake of the Lorelei Lee" by L. A. Meyer. It's the eighth book in the Bloody Jack Adventures, my favorite book series. WotLL was a fantastic book, but also really sad. My boyfriend is reading the series, too. Right now, he's on the second book in the series.
My cat now rules the house, but the dog isn't as afraid of her as she used to be. And the dog is allergic to grain now. So that means buying her all new dog food.
I also feel like I should make a post for where I want to travel, but I'll do that later.
A week or two before school started, I got my schedule in the mail. And I noticed two problems. Both of them involve gym/fitness. (They're the same thing, just have different names.) The first problem is that I had two gym classes every day. So that meant Group Exercise and Fitness in the morning and Dance Technique in the afternoon. Group Exercise and Fitness is a gym class where yoga, pilates and kick-boxing is rotated every day. Dance Technique is studying and performing jazz, hip-hop and swing routines. Doing both of these classes every day left me fatigued when I got home. On the bright side, both of these classes were only nine weeks long, and from the exercise, my abs are firmer. Well, slightly.
The second problem came with two health/fitness classes every day. Which means that I'll have to run a mile twice. In 20-40 degree weather in the morning and 30-55 degree weather in the afternoon. No one wants to run a mile when its 20 degrees outside, and while wearing shorts and a tee shirt. I'm gonna have to buy a hoodie and yoga pants for the fitness classes.On the bright side, one of the health classes is Driver's Ed, so that will get me halfway to my learner's permit in April.
My next problem came Homecoming, and finding a dress. I already bought the dress and it was gorgeous. Finding a date was also easy, considering one of my guy friends loves me, and now we're together. We've only been together for about two weeks, and we're taking it slow. He almost forgot to buy his ticket, which screwed both of us up for a few days. The dance was loud, fun, and of course involved trying to avoid the crowd's "dancing" (really just sex with clothes).
Halloween was spent trick-or-treating with my friends, and this really creepy guy who turns out to be my best friend's cousin or something. I went as a banshee and with all the grease makeup and accessories I put on, i was nearly unrecognizable. Or so says my mom.
I am in Women's Chorus again, and this year, I WILL audition for the Ensemble. And next year Concert Choir. Maybe. The Choral Director said I was good last year, but I had to be louder. I myself, have to work on belt and vibrato.
I joined French Club, and sometime this year, we're going to see Cirque du Soleil. Sadly, we don't have enough money for Les Miserables. Because its at least $100 per person. So it would be about $3,500 for the whole French Club. We definitely do not have money to go to France this year.
I also have French II and US History I right now. Right now, we're learning how to say different chores in French and James Madison's presidency in History.
I also read "The Wake of the Lorelei Lee" by L. A. Meyer. It's the eighth book in the Bloody Jack Adventures, my favorite book series. WotLL was a fantastic book, but also really sad. My boyfriend is reading the series, too. Right now, he's on the second book in the series.
My cat now rules the house, but the dog isn't as afraid of her as she used to be. And the dog is allergic to grain now. So that means buying her all new dog food.
I also feel like I should make a post for where I want to travel, but I'll do that later.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Short Sentences That Mean Everything
There's a lot of short sentences in life that mean a lot. Maybe even a short sentence could save your life. Like if you're about to jump off a bridge and your girlfriend called just to say she loves you. That might save your life. Unless its your ex-girlfriend who just slept with your brother, then both of you you may have to rethink your lives. And relationships. But I digress.
Anyway, there are a lot of short sentences that can mean a lot. Some are life-changing, others are random things that pop into your head at any given moment. For example: "I love you" can mean everything. "Marry me" is more. While "I slept with your sister" can cause a huge problem. "I'm breaking up with you" can end it. "We're getting a divorce" legally ends it.
All of these sentences have less than ten words in them. But they can change your life. FOREVER.
I myself have never been told any of those above, nor have I said them to anyone. I have said short sentences that led to strange plans, though. Some examples:
"Let's start a band!" - This phrase led to a recording of my friend and I singing. The same friend is learning guitar right now.
"Let's go on a road trip!" - This ended up with the idea that my friends and I save up our money, rent an RV and go cross country the summer we graduate.
"Let's start a country!" - Still in planning stage. Yes, we, two high school students, are serious. Just have to find money.
Etcetera, etcetera.
Another kind of short sentence means nothing, but I'll write them down anyway.
"My left eye burns."
"Dude, whatever."
"So...you like cloth?" Teen Girl Squad reference.
"Meh."
"Anyway..."
Etcetera, etcetera.
On another note, I feel like writing a new story. No, its not a fanfic, it's historical fiction.
Anyway, there are a lot of short sentences that can mean a lot. Some are life-changing, others are random things that pop into your head at any given moment. For example: "I love you" can mean everything. "Marry me" is more. While "I slept with your sister" can cause a huge problem. "I'm breaking up with you" can end it. "We're getting a divorce" legally ends it.
All of these sentences have less than ten words in them. But they can change your life. FOREVER.
I myself have never been told any of those above, nor have I said them to anyone. I have said short sentences that led to strange plans, though. Some examples:
"Let's start a band!" - This phrase led to a recording of my friend and I singing. The same friend is learning guitar right now.
"Let's go on a road trip!" - This ended up with the idea that my friends and I save up our money, rent an RV and go cross country the summer we graduate.
"Let's start a country!" - Still in planning stage. Yes, we, two high school students, are serious. Just have to find money.
Etcetera, etcetera.
Another kind of short sentence means nothing, but I'll write them down anyway.
"My left eye burns."
"Dude, whatever."
"So...you like cloth?" Teen Girl Squad reference.
"Meh."
"Anyway..."
Etcetera, etcetera.
On another note, I feel like writing a new story. No, its not a fanfic, it's historical fiction.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Tea is a Bitch
I have to say, that I love hot tea. There's like 3668971766702232542068 different kinds of flavors and blends, so if I don't like one blend, I can buy another. Or even make one. (Which I have never done because if I did, it would probably taste like a mix if dishwasher detergent and pigeon crap. No, I don't know what either of those taste like. If you do, add it into the comments, so you can say that you have officially tasted something completely disgusting.)
But I digress. I have learned that some tea-making is hard. Up until last year, the only tea I have boiled and served myself were Apple Cinnamon, Gingerbread Man, Green Tea, Peach, Apricot Spice, Earl Gray, Raspberry, Orange Spice, Chamomile, English Breakfast and Irish Breakfast. I know I am forgetting a few. Everyone knows I love tea. In my opinion, tea would beat coffee in a fight any day. Although I would like to see tea and coffee get into a fight. But it might make the world explode. And it would taste bad.
My dad took me to a Teavana once. And it was AWESOME. I bought this blend that tasted really good. It's called "White Ayurdevic Chai & Samurai Chai Mate White Tea". It was very expensive but tasted very good in the store. My only problem is that it's a bitch to brew.
The White Ayurdevic Chai & Samurai Chai Mate White Tea has to be boiled with 1.5 teaspoons for every 8 ounces at exactly 175 degrees Fahrenheit and steeped 4 to 5 minutes. I understand that the brewing of tea is "both an art and a science", so says the bag it came in. I learned that if the temperature is too high (over175), it scorches the leaves and berries like a fire breathing dragon burns down a Medieval village. If it's not hot enough (under 175), it is too weak to even brew correctly.
I bought a diffuser and a tea thermometer to make "the perfect tea". When I bought the thermometer a week ago, I decided to test it. I thought the directions said that the water had to be 275 degrees instead of 175. I got some hot water from the water cooler. The thermometer said it wasn't 275. So I put the cup of hot water in the microwave for a minute. The cup was so hot, I could barely touch it. I used an Ove Glove to put it on the counter, and used the thermometer again. The water was steaming and close to bubbling. But it was only 211 degrees. I put it back in the microwave for another minute. In that time, I went on my computer and put on my headphones. I heard the microwave beep, so I went to get my hot water. AND THE WATER EXPLODED IN THE MICROWAVE. I used the Ove Glove once again to put the cup of boiling water on the counter, and used the thermometer again. It was 240.
After cleaning out the microwave, I came to the conclusion that tea is a bitch.
But I digress. I have learned that some tea-making is hard. Up until last year, the only tea I have boiled and served myself were Apple Cinnamon, Gingerbread Man, Green Tea, Peach, Apricot Spice, Earl Gray, Raspberry, Orange Spice, Chamomile, English Breakfast and Irish Breakfast. I know I am forgetting a few. Everyone knows I love tea. In my opinion, tea would beat coffee in a fight any day. Although I would like to see tea and coffee get into a fight. But it might make the world explode. And it would taste bad.
My dad took me to a Teavana once. And it was AWESOME. I bought this blend that tasted really good. It's called "White Ayurdevic Chai & Samurai Chai Mate White Tea". It was very expensive but tasted very good in the store. My only problem is that it's a bitch to brew.
The White Ayurdevic Chai & Samurai Chai Mate White Tea has to be boiled with 1.5 teaspoons for every 8 ounces at exactly 175 degrees Fahrenheit and steeped 4 to 5 minutes. I understand that the brewing of tea is "both an art and a science", so says the bag it came in. I learned that if the temperature is too high (over175), it scorches the leaves and berries like a fire breathing dragon burns down a Medieval village. If it's not hot enough (under 175), it is too weak to even brew correctly.
I bought a diffuser and a tea thermometer to make "the perfect tea". When I bought the thermometer a week ago, I decided to test it. I thought the directions said that the water had to be 275 degrees instead of 175. I got some hot water from the water cooler. The thermometer said it wasn't 275. So I put the cup of hot water in the microwave for a minute. The cup was so hot, I could barely touch it. I used an Ove Glove to put it on the counter, and used the thermometer again. The water was steaming and close to bubbling. But it was only 211 degrees. I put it back in the microwave for another minute. In that time, I went on my computer and put on my headphones. I heard the microwave beep, so I went to get my hot water. AND THE WATER EXPLODED IN THE MICROWAVE. I used the Ove Glove once again to put the cup of boiling water on the counter, and used the thermometer again. It was 240.
After cleaning out the microwave, I came to the conclusion that tea is a bitch.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Garbage, Prescriptions and Loft Beds
When I woke up, my cat had taken over the majority of my twin-sized bed. And when I went downstairs (it was about noon) I heard "WOOHOO!! SHE"S UP!!!" And I walked in the opposite direction of where the sound was coming from.
Then my dad came home and told me to empty out the car, and take out the garbage. By then I had only been awake for ten minutes. And telling a half-awake fifteen-year-old to do chores after only being awake ten minutes is like telling a llama to roller skate. Nearly impossible.
So I did the chores and went to my corner. My "corner" is the corner of the home office/living room in my house. Also known as where I spend my life.
My mom got excited every time the phone rang, thinking it was the doctor's office giving details about her mother's prescriptions. Because we were confused about how many pills to give her each day. So they finally called to say that she should take 3 of these kind, of these kind, 2 of these kind and 1 with every meal. Which I would easily confuse me.
And while they were gone, I was looking at furniture on ikea.com. I always wanted a loft bed, so I can fit more crap in my room. And play DDR at 2 am. So my PS2 can actually be used. And I realized that I do have space for a loft bed in my room. My only problem is that the website does not tell you the weight limit for the bed. Because my dad told me it was 100 pounds. Which is my problem. I am 5' 4" and weigh about 110 pounds. So I don't think I can own a loft bed. But there's the little voice in my head that says my dad is wrong. And I guess the reason they don't put the weight limit is not to insult people.
BUT I NEED TO KNOW.
Then my dad came home and told me to empty out the car, and take out the garbage. By then I had only been awake for ten minutes. And telling a half-awake fifteen-year-old to do chores after only being awake ten minutes is like telling a llama to roller skate. Nearly impossible.
So I did the chores and went to my corner. My "corner" is the corner of the home office/living room in my house. Also known as where I spend my life.
My mom got excited every time the phone rang, thinking it was the doctor's office giving details about her mother's prescriptions. Because we were confused about how many pills to give her each day. So they finally called to say that she should take 3 of these kind, of these kind, 2 of these kind and 1 with every meal. Which I would easily confuse me.
And while they were gone, I was looking at furniture on ikea.com. I always wanted a loft bed, so I can fit more crap in my room. And play DDR at 2 am. So my PS2 can actually be used. And I realized that I do have space for a loft bed in my room. My only problem is that the website does not tell you the weight limit for the bed. Because my dad told me it was 100 pounds. Which is my problem. I am 5' 4" and weigh about 110 pounds. So I don't think I can own a loft bed. But there's the little voice in my head that says my dad is wrong. And I guess the reason they don't put the weight limit is not to insult people.
BUT I NEED TO KNOW.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Photography
A few summers ago, I loved photography. I took pictures, uploaded them, printed them and even made several videos. My dad even bought me a photo printer and a cool digital camera. My only problem was that the printer was pink. And I hate pink. But I'm digressing. My dad also bought me 5 boxes of ink cartridges and paper for my printer. I thought it wouldn't last long, but I printed out about two boxes worth and then didn't really print any more pictures.
It was probably because my pictures weren't particularly "good" (they're crap compared to my friend's pics) or that I had run out of photo albums to put them in. But for one reason or another, I stopped printing.
I still took quite a few pictures, mainly of my friends and of the woods near my house. But then my dad bought my sister a camera. Which is better than mine! Hers has 7.5 mega pixels while mine has 7.1! And she hardly uses hers. I would steal it, but it's pink, and I hate pink.
THis post has nothing to do with what's going on in my life except for I'm on a photo printing craze at two in the morning and I can't sleep. So I'm printing out my good photos and possibly keeping my grandmother awake right now with the buzzing sound of the printer. I should really stop.
It was probably because my pictures weren't particularly "good" (they're crap compared to my friend's pics) or that I had run out of photo albums to put them in. But for one reason or another, I stopped printing.
I still took quite a few pictures, mainly of my friends and of the woods near my house. But then my dad bought my sister a camera. Which is better than mine! Hers has 7.5 mega pixels while mine has 7.1! And she hardly uses hers. I would steal it, but it's pink, and I hate pink.
THis post has nothing to do with what's going on in my life except for I'm on a photo printing craze at two in the morning and I can't sleep. So I'm printing out my good photos and possibly keeping my grandmother awake right now with the buzzing sound of the printer. I should really stop.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Mon chat "My cat"
As some of you know, (like 1/3 of the 15 people actually reading this) I adopted a cat last fall. Although she is extremely adorable, she can also be extremely annoying. But in a cute way. (I have to say this because she is watching me type this and if I don't say something nice, she will likely murder me in my sleep.)
Anyway, she can be annoying in ways that are cute to the people around you. For example, yesterday she decided to lie down on my lap while I was watching TV. I wasn't in a very comfortable position. Although she was cute and purring, I really had to pee. So I get up, and she jumped off. She also was angry with me for about fifteen minutes.
She also has this look that makes you think she's going to murder your family. And then lead a cat uprising to enslave humanity.
But besides that, she also tends to knead on soft objects, mainly my pillows, the sofa, throw blankets and my bed. She purrs while doing so, making it extremely hard to concentrate. Did I mention, when she purrs SHE SOUNDS LIKE A FREAKING MOTOR.
The purring I have gotten used to. Her antics, not so much.
When she wants to play and no one is around, she terrorizes my sister's dog. When I mean "no one is around" I mean by "my mom is at work, my grandma's asleep, my dad's blowing up robots on his computer, my sister is making lunch, and I'm in the shower. (I normally don't wake up until about noon.) She (my cat) does so, by hiding under the sofa, and when the dog walks by, BAM! She jumps at the dog, nearly scratching her (the dog) across the face. The dog is now and forever, afraid of the cat. And the dog is a 10-year-old beagle who is overweight and has arthritis. Not even fair game.
And she (my cat) does the most annoying thing in the world. She loves laying down on paper. So while I read a book, she will lay down in the book and wave her tail in my face. Why? Because my cat is an attention whore.
(If my cat were a high school student, she'd be the stereotypical cheerleader. Pretty, vicious and always craving attention.)
She also unplugged my printer while I was working. Although what I was working on (downloading crap for The Sims 3 off of the Exchange) didn't require printing, I would need it next week for a French project. My desk is against a wall. I had to get between my desk and the wall to plug it in again.
She also runs on my school schedule, which is: up at 5:30 AM and go to sleep at 10:00 PM. So she comes to me at 9:30 trying to get me to bed by 10. The latest she stays up is 11:00. In the summer, I stay up until 2-3:00 AM and wake up at noon. Unless I have to be up in the morning.
And on a more recent note, she decided to take a nap in my sock drawer. On the bright side, she taught me to keep my dresser drawers closed.
I think she just does these things to piss me off. So she can watch me go into an OCD-related implosion of a large portion of my brain.
End rant.
Anyway, she can be annoying in ways that are cute to the people around you. For example, yesterday she decided to lie down on my lap while I was watching TV. I wasn't in a very comfortable position. Although she was cute and purring, I really had to pee. So I get up, and she jumped off. She also was angry with me for about fifteen minutes.
She also has this look that makes you think she's going to murder your family. And then lead a cat uprising to enslave humanity.
But besides that, she also tends to knead on soft objects, mainly my pillows, the sofa, throw blankets and my bed. She purrs while doing so, making it extremely hard to concentrate. Did I mention, when she purrs SHE SOUNDS LIKE A FREAKING MOTOR.
The purring I have gotten used to. Her antics, not so much.
When she wants to play and no one is around, she terrorizes my sister's dog. When I mean "no one is around" I mean by "my mom is at work, my grandma's asleep, my dad's blowing up robots on his computer, my sister is making lunch, and I'm in the shower. (I normally don't wake up until about noon.) She (my cat) does so, by hiding under the sofa, and when the dog walks by, BAM! She jumps at the dog, nearly scratching her (the dog) across the face. The dog is now and forever, afraid of the cat. And the dog is a 10-year-old beagle who is overweight and has arthritis. Not even fair game.
And she (my cat) does the most annoying thing in the world. She loves laying down on paper. So while I read a book, she will lay down in the book and wave her tail in my face. Why? Because my cat is an attention whore.
(If my cat were a high school student, she'd be the stereotypical cheerleader. Pretty, vicious and always craving attention.)
She also unplugged my printer while I was working. Although what I was working on (downloading crap for The Sims 3 off of the Exchange) didn't require printing, I would need it next week for a French project. My desk is against a wall. I had to get between my desk and the wall to plug it in again.
She also runs on my school schedule, which is: up at 5:30 AM and go to sleep at 10:00 PM. So she comes to me at 9:30 trying to get me to bed by 10. The latest she stays up is 11:00. In the summer, I stay up until 2-3:00 AM and wake up at noon. Unless I have to be up in the morning.
And on a more recent note, she decided to take a nap in my sock drawer. On the bright side, she taught me to keep my dresser drawers closed.
I think she just does these things to piss me off. So she can watch me go into an OCD-related implosion of a large portion of my brain.
End rant.
Monday, July 5, 2010
The Three Caballeros
So I can't sleep at all, and neither could my sister. So after we sat down and annoyed my mom with stories about David Bowie and Alice in Wonderland until she kicked us out of her room, we had nothing to do. So I went through all the movies I downloaded, and found that my dad downloaded EVERY SINGLE DISNEY ANIMATED MOVIE EVER MADE. And I don't just mean the good ones, I mean ALL OF THEM. Everything from "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" to the "Princess and the Frog" were downloaded. (This also includes the ones I don't like, such as "Dumbo", "Pinocchio" and "Song of the South".) My sister and I decided to sit down and watch a montage of Disney movies, starting with "The Three Caballeros". I haven't seen it since I was about ten, so I went along with my sister's decision.
It was a mistake. Not a terrible mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. Here were my problems with it:
1. Alice In Wonderland made more sense.
2. How does a penguin deal with the change in climate between the South Pole and the Galapagos?
3. A random Amazon bird that looks like Woody the Woodpecker.
4. Dancing Brazilian gondoliers? WTF?
5. Yaya does not look South American. She looks like a mix between the Chiquita lady and those women dressed as tavern wenches at a Renaissance Faire.
6. Swirling colors, a dance sequence and strange guitars, of love?
7. Flying donkeys? What?!
8. I'm pretty sure I saw a guy in the same suit Jose was wearing. It was in a history textbook. And it wasn't 1945.
So yeah, it was a confusing mindfuck. Besides the fact that swirling colors normally mean being drunk or on acid. See: Pink Elephants from "Dumbo" or "I Am the Walrus" from "Across the Universe".
Yes, Disney. I know you guys were targeting kids. And nothing makes sense when a six-year-old is on a sugar high. But when this is what you guys come up with, you need better writers. And possibly actors.
But at least make some sense! This movie seems to be a nine-year-old's perception of Latin America. (Without the beach resorts and Mexican food.) If that nine-year-old had something put in his Juicy Juice. Who also liked Donald Duck. And donkeys. And birds.
In my opinion, this movie was...forgettable. You'll vaguely remember it as "that movie with Donald Duck and those birds" ten years from now. Or ten minutes. Matters how you think...
End rant/review.
It was a mistake. Not a terrible mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. Here were my problems with it:
1. Alice In Wonderland made more sense.
2. How does a penguin deal with the change in climate between the South Pole and the Galapagos?
3. A random Amazon bird that looks like Woody the Woodpecker.
4. Dancing Brazilian gondoliers? WTF?
5. Yaya does not look South American. She looks like a mix between the Chiquita lady and those women dressed as tavern wenches at a Renaissance Faire.
6. Swirling colors, a dance sequence and strange guitars, of love?
7. Flying donkeys? What?!
8. I'm pretty sure I saw a guy in the same suit Jose was wearing. It was in a history textbook. And it wasn't 1945.
So yeah, it was a confusing mindfuck. Besides the fact that swirling colors normally mean being drunk or on acid. See: Pink Elephants from "Dumbo" or "I Am the Walrus" from "Across the Universe".
Yes, Disney. I know you guys were targeting kids. And nothing makes sense when a six-year-old is on a sugar high. But when this is what you guys come up with, you need better writers. And possibly actors.
But at least make some sense! This movie seems to be a nine-year-old's perception of Latin America. (Without the beach resorts and Mexican food.) If that nine-year-old had something put in his Juicy Juice. Who also liked Donald Duck. And donkeys. And birds.
In my opinion, this movie was...forgettable. You'll vaguely remember it as "that movie with Donald Duck and those birds" ten years from now. Or ten minutes. Matters how you think...
End rant/review.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
School's Out For Summer!
School's Out Forever!
Yeah, I wish.
So this school year took A LOT of getting used to. It was my freshman year of high school, and you know what this involves:
High school drama. Need I say more?
And then there's my guy friend. Let's call him Will. Will's kinda cute but extremely dorky (as in obsession with "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" and Ray Bradbury and H. G. Wells books.) How do I put our "relationship"? Complicated.
I just want to be friends. But I do want a boyfriend. Will wants to be more than friends, but also asked out my two best friends before me. My friends think he's a creeper because of that.
And then there's his best friend, who my best friend had a crush on for about 2 weeks. Let's call him Brad. Will and I actually tried to set them up once. It was a fail. Will just did that to get me to double date with him, Brad and my friend.
Now, since school's out, both me and my cat have to switch to summer mode. My cat because she's used to waking up a 5:45 AM with me. Now I get up anywhere between 9 AM and 2 PM. (Matters how I spent the night, if you know what I mean... :)) Lol, jk. My summer nights consist of sleepovers, Cheetos, Mountain Dew, swimming, hot tub-ing, and Guild Wars.
But my brain is used to being tired at 10:30 PM, when in July or August, I was awake enough to record myself singing broadway showtunes at 1 in the morning.
I also took my cobweb-coated bicycle out for a spin today. It reminded me that I am really out of shape, my legs burning after halfway way to my friend's house. (Which is about 3/4 of a mile)
I have to start exercising.
Starting tomorrow. Or Monday.
Speaking of summer, you know how kids forget 1/3 of what they learned in school over the summer? Well, I've only been out of school for three days, and I have already lost my sense of time, my common sense and forgotten how to do long division.
So, I'm really tired, and I'm going to bed.
Good night!
(Screw you, school! You ruined my sleeping routines!)
Yeah, I wish.
So this school year took A LOT of getting used to. It was my freshman year of high school, and you know what this involves:
- Evil gym teachers
- "He said, she said"
- Annoying classmates who think they're your bestie when you want them to STFU
- Guys who you're friends with, but he thinks that you and him are together.
High school drama. Need I say more?
And then there's my guy friend. Let's call him Will. Will's kinda cute but extremely dorky (as in obsession with "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" and Ray Bradbury and H. G. Wells books.) How do I put our "relationship"? Complicated.
I just want to be friends. But I do want a boyfriend. Will wants to be more than friends, but also asked out my two best friends before me. My friends think he's a creeper because of that.
And then there's his best friend, who my best friend had a crush on for about 2 weeks. Let's call him Brad. Will and I actually tried to set them up once. It was a fail. Will just did that to get me to double date with him, Brad and my friend.
Now, since school's out, both me and my cat have to switch to summer mode. My cat because she's used to waking up a 5:45 AM with me. Now I get up anywhere between 9 AM and 2 PM. (Matters how I spent the night, if you know what I mean... :)) Lol, jk. My summer nights consist of sleepovers, Cheetos, Mountain Dew, swimming, hot tub-ing, and Guild Wars.
But my brain is used to being tired at 10:30 PM, when in July or August, I was awake enough to record myself singing broadway showtunes at 1 in the morning.
I also took my cobweb-coated bicycle out for a spin today. It reminded me that I am really out of shape, my legs burning after halfway way to my friend's house. (Which is about 3/4 of a mile)
I have to start exercising.
Starting tomorrow. Or Monday.
Speaking of summer, you know how kids forget 1/3 of what they learned in school over the summer? Well, I've only been out of school for three days, and I have already lost my sense of time, my common sense and forgotten how to do long division.
So, I'm really tired, and I'm going to bed.
Good night!
(Screw you, school! You ruined my sleeping routines!)
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
high school is useless trivia
Everything I'm learning in high school will only help me if I'm on Jeopardy!. No one needs to know what the square root of x is. The only way that I will ever use that is if I'm a physicist (not likely) or a mathematician (never happening). Gotta go. Lunch!
Or dinner...?
Anyway, the new school year has started...and is almost over. Quick fill-in! I started high school, screwed myself over in algebra, adopted a cat (my dog is afraid of her), got braces (fml), made new friends, and took gym, chorus and French. And I hate my science class.
Why? You know when you feel like you're the only mature person in the room? Well, that's how I feel. It seems that I am surrounded by five-year-old's with the perverted minds of sixteen-year-old's. And-well, you know how this ends. While I try to work on things I learned in the first grade. Well, that sounds pathetic...
Anyway, I like my French class...except for the fact that I freeze on oral exams, but that's beside the point. And Women's Chorus is nice. The teacher isn't a demon, like everyone says, and its all girls in the class. So we can talk about girl stuff. Well, we would except that the Teacher's Assistant is a guy.
Gym is painful. Hockey, dodgeball and weight room. Need I say more?
Or dinner...?
Anyway, the new school year has started...and is almost over. Quick fill-in! I started high school, screwed myself over in algebra, adopted a cat (my dog is afraid of her), got braces (fml), made new friends, and took gym, chorus and French. And I hate my science class.
Why? You know when you feel like you're the only mature person in the room? Well, that's how I feel. It seems that I am surrounded by five-year-old's with the perverted minds of sixteen-year-old's. And-well, you know how this ends. While I try to work on things I learned in the first grade. Well, that sounds pathetic...
Anyway, I like my French class...except for the fact that I freeze on oral exams, but that's beside the point. And Women's Chorus is nice. The teacher isn't a demon, like everyone says, and its all girls in the class. So we can talk about girl stuff. Well, we would except that the Teacher's Assistant is a guy.
Gym is painful. Hockey, dodgeball and weight room. Need I say more?
Saturday, February 20, 2010
How To Survive 2012
I was thinking about 2012, and how everyone thinks its gonna end in a) nuclear war b) zombie apocalypse c) rapidly spreading virus d) robot/computers enslave humanity e) ALIENS! or f) like in the movie 2012.
But I'm not talking about the way the world will end - I'm talking about how to survive it. If its a zombie apocalypse, try the "Zombieland" approach.
1. Watch Zombieland. IT WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE IN A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!
2. Learn to drive a Hummer.
3. Follow the rules given. (Double Tap, Cardio, Wear seatbelts, Avoid bathrooms, etc.)
4. Find a fallout shelter (preferably from the Cold War), stock it with food, ammo, water, and other necessities.
5. Save anyone you can that has not become a zombie.
For rapidly spreading diseases, use the "I Am Legend" approach.
1. Study up. Use medical books to help you find a cure.
2. Don't trust anyone. Stay away from people (and animals) that appear sick or have a weakened immune system. Save your family and pets.
3. Stop by your local pharmacy to stock up on medicines, food, water, paper towels and other necessities. Or you could go to Target. That works too. (Also, go to Cabela's or the sporting goods section of Wal-Mart for ammo.)
4. Learn how to drive a SUV.
5. Communicate through radios.
6. Do what it takes to keep from losing your mind. Talk to mannequins.
When robots/computers enslave humanity, you're screwed.
ALIENS! Try War of the Worlds.
1. Save your family.
2. Don't trust weirdos in basements.
3. Once again, learn to drive a SUV.
4. Don't be a hero.It will get you killed.
5. When aliens are nearby, don't attract attention to yourself. This goes with zombies.
Nuclear war: Do what they said to do during the Cold War.
1. Build and stock a fallout shelter.
2. Save who you can.
3. Duck and cover.
For any other way the world ends, you're probably screwed.
But I'm not talking about the way the world will end - I'm talking about how to survive it. If its a zombie apocalypse, try the "Zombieland" approach.
1. Watch Zombieland. IT WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE IN A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!
2. Learn to drive a Hummer.
3. Follow the rules given. (Double Tap, Cardio, Wear seatbelts, Avoid bathrooms, etc.)
4. Find a fallout shelter (preferably from the Cold War), stock it with food, ammo, water, and other necessities.
5. Save anyone you can that has not become a zombie.
For rapidly spreading diseases, use the "I Am Legend" approach.
1. Study up. Use medical books to help you find a cure.
2. Don't trust anyone. Stay away from people (and animals) that appear sick or have a weakened immune system. Save your family and pets.
3. Stop by your local pharmacy to stock up on medicines, food, water, paper towels and other necessities. Or you could go to Target. That works too. (Also, go to Cabela's or the sporting goods section of Wal-Mart for ammo.)
4. Learn how to drive a SUV.
5. Communicate through radios.
6. Do what it takes to keep from losing your mind. Talk to mannequins.
When robots/computers enslave humanity, you're screwed.
ALIENS! Try War of the Worlds.
1. Save your family.
2. Don't trust weirdos in basements.
3. Once again, learn to drive a SUV.
4. Don't be a hero.It will get you killed.
5. When aliens are nearby, don't attract attention to yourself. This goes with zombies.
Nuclear war: Do what they said to do during the Cold War.
1. Build and stock a fallout shelter.
2. Save who you can.
3. Duck and cover.
For any other way the world ends, you're probably screwed.
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