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| Recently, i've noticed that i'm naturally drawn to music that sounds like it belongs in the end credits of a very feel good movie. examples include: -Someone to Save You by OneRebublic -Fearless by Taylor Swift -Running Away by Jesse McCartney, who is, btw, a guilty pleasure of mine. -Feels Like Sunday by Jesse McCartney -a couple thousand other Jesse McCartney songs. he's not bad, honestly. it's just the disney males reputation that follows him. but anyways, i think the reason why i'm drawn to such end credits-y songs is that i'm drawn to the feeling of something coming to an end. especially in such a constant environment, like this summer for example. my schedule is a bit different from the usual harvard square(d)? elite sat.. etc. i'm thrust headfirst into insane painting/still-life/portrait/anatomy/sculpture/printmaking/photoshop/illustrator/composition training. wears me out like it's going outta business, but can't complain. it's actually one of the most interesting summers i've had since cross country freshman year, but i have to say it does get a bit repeating. dont' get me wrong, i wouldn't take school as a relief. but still. so what's your favorite end credits song? | | |
| Today, I realized that my hard drive might be dying on me right now. I don't know why, but it says all my video files aren't found, but they're right there. so instead of hyperventilating somewhere, I'll try to ease my pain with a list of the funniest things I've found on the internet this week. "Once again, a UFO has landed in America, the only country UFOs ever seem to land in" "Look, I'm all about loyalty. In fact, I feel like part of what I'm being paid for here is my loyalty. But if there were somewhere else that valued loyalty more highly, I'm going wherever they value loyalty the most." Summary of Harry Potter
 
"Twilight, along with its cash-cow sequels New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn are a four novel long, vampire romance series appealing to up-and-coming young women with horrible taste in literary fiction. Twilight is "written" by hack writer Stephenie Meyer, whose phenomenal success indicates to many that Americans have lost what little taste they ever had. Chock-full of two-dimensional characters and completely devoid of originality, it reads like a 12-year-old's fanfic of Anne Rice. Avoid reading it at all costs because the book is a waste of paper and trees. " | | |
| Let's bring a thinking-type atmosphere by introducing a question. "If you stole a car, like an awesome (insert dream car name here: for me, it's the batmobile, definitely. don't ask how i stole it from big guns himself), what playlist would you burn and stick in the car while you're speeding away into the sunset?" para mi? well.... 1. Oops I Did It Again by Britney Spears. well, not that i steal cars often... heh. 2.) Don't Trust Me by 30H!3. actually, I'm a very trustable person. 3.) Driving by Anberlin. nuff said. 4.) Eat You Up by Boa just to really tick off the drivers next to me. but you need a convertible top for that. can the batmobile put its top down..? that's a very interesting question.. 5.) Second Chance by Hillsong United. for the recovery phase. you know, "sorry God. I won't do it again, I promise." say... does superman have a crazy-awesome-car-licious vehicle with low security systems? you know. just out of plain curiosity. So what would you listen to while handling that hot car? | | |
| no, I don't mean the "no one understands me because I'm such a uniquely complex individual." although that's kinda mean. I'm sure it's true for you. most o'you anyhow. So anyways, I was bein a couch potato and watching some tv, which i have to admit, felt pretty glorious seeing as how all the media I'm watching these days is old Hey Arnold episodes that recently finished downloading after like three months. (hey, 15 gigs is no joke) so anyways, my show's on break, and next thing you know, there's one of those scary movie commercials, which i really really hate because they're like sneaky garden gnomes. they sneak up on you when you least expect it, and scare the heck outta you. so today's sneaky preview was like this woman, who's sleeping in her bed, and she's on her side, facing an empty space on the other side of the bed. well, actually, it's not empty. she opens her eyes and there's like this demonic voldemort/ork laying down next to her. and i know it's ridiculous, but that image stays in my mind forever. and i've been forever looking for a way to not get scared of movies, and, stupidly enough, movie previews. my sister used to tell me to think about it in a film maker's point of view. you know, imagine a normal guy in a mask/horrible amount of movie makeup or an asian girl with black extensions over her face chasing people, and then the next second, it's like CUT! hey take off the costume, you want panda express for lunch? well actually, the scary movie monster actors should be rich. like they wouldn't be eating panda. but you never see that in tabloids? paparazzi stalking the ring girl actress. HAH. like putting it up all over the news when she beaks up with her boyfriend. btw, wouldn't being the ring girl kinda ruin your love life? what kind of boy would want to kiss her? i dunno. maybe it's just my thinking. so anyways, i thought of a new way to think about it. imagine in the movie, take for example, the one I saw today with the woman and her new bedside companion, Mr. Voldemort/Ork. can you imagine like five minutes before? Him trying to actually get in the bed? or sneaking, since he doesn't wanna wake her up. well, actually, he does, but not for her to wake up and catch him trying to sneak under the covers. because that'd be like awkwarddddd. (spanish word of the day: embarazosa. it means awkward.) *voldemort/ork trying to get it* *woman wakes up* Woman: what are you doing? who are you? Voldemort/Ork: DAGNABBITS! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING! *He jumps out the window and runs to some nice long hours in therapy sessions.* but putting that aside, it makes you wonder about other movies. like the ring. (haha, overused example today, but i guess when i think of scary movie, i think of ring.) so anyways, i thought about her dad throwing her in the well. and her staying there for like years. and years. that must be one crazy boring life. being stuck in there. what would you do? I think I would make up songs about how much my life sucks and sing em because if you sing em from the bottom of that well, your voice would be all echo-ey and it'd sound cool. So what did I tell you? everyone's misunderstood, even Mr. Voldemort/Ork. Even the ring girl. | | |
| been meaning to put one of these up for a while now, just never got around to actually doing it. but what a common excuse: "the action was in my head, it just didn't wanna come out". go on, tell me. what else is new? the past week or so, two words have constantly slapped me in the face. (no, it's not "bad economy" although that's a pretty good guess seeing as how i paid a whole dollar at the school vending machine for a total of ONE pop tart. talk about insane in the membrane.) no, but those two words are: THINGS CHANGE. it's a stupidly obvious statement. but you really gotta think about it. call me a weirdo, but i always catch myself thinking about if somehow, i were to go back in time and find a middle school version of myself, and tell her about everything that'd happen. and little-jenny would be like whoah. that's not fair. and i'd be like "shutup. that's a stupid saying" and slap her in the face, then vanish in magical ninja powder mist. hey, it could happen. if i found a way to time travel and still keep my current identity, then i could SO get a hold of magic ninja powder. it's just the natural order of things. but anyways, it's pretty weird to think about how different your POV's were back in the day. when i read my old diary entries, i feel a major gag reflex going on because of my ginormous stupidity level. how i freaked out about simple, monkey-worthy problems. no, scratch that, monkeys have worse problems. chimps EAT monkeys. now that is a huge problem. but even now. like for those of you who don't know/forgot what my room looks like, in front of my general work/desk area on a wall is a giant panoramic photo of new york city, aka "subject of my dreams/fantasies since middle school". sometimes, when my brain is forced to take a break from hw, i just find myself sitting and staring at the nyc picture. but sometimes, i think about how new york has lost some of its charm. don't get me wrong, i'd still choose it over cerritos in less than a second, but i'd think more about the downsides than the cool stuff. but either way, i'm still searching for the day that i can pack up all my things and just leave cerritos. it's rotting me, inside out. i can feel it. | | |
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