Thursday, August 20, 2009

Wanna join me?

So, as it just so happens my third favorite redhead in the the whole world (although not truly a redhead) and also my girl crush Evan Rachel Wood is going to appear on my new favorite show, "True Blood" as Louisiana's vampire queen Sophie Anne Le Clerq. I am extremely excited and as I've been reading up on the character (based on her story and description from the books by Charlaine Harris), I imagine that Wood will satisfy audiences with her turn as a vampire queen. 

I think based on these photographs and the quick yet revealing Comic Con preview (and her seemingly adorable wardrobe), she'll make a killing. At least, I think so.

Onto other blood-related news, I've been following Karyn Kusama's film Jennifer's Body ever since it was labeled an in-developement project on IMDB. Also written by Oscar-winning witty scribe Diablo Cody, it's a story about a modern-day succubus who has a penchant for killing the boys in her high school class. Based on the latest cover of Fangoria, it looks like Jennifer's Body might just be a creepy yet potentially campy horror treat:

I'm not exactly Megan Fox's biggest fan, but let's hope she doesn't mess this up. However, I have faith in Ms. Cody. Let's hope Juno wasn't her only brainchild.

Plus, Amanda Seyfried stars as a girl called Needy Lesnicky. You can't get any cuter than that.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

We are all keepers

Things just got worse as the week progressed, but I thank the heavens above that it is almost over. I'll be back home shortly from my weekend away and I'm not hesitant to say that I am extremely relieved.

I've tried to re-write the body of this blog about four times already.
I suppose it's time to move on to some different subject matter.

I'm not going into the generals, I'm bringing it down to one specific issue: "the one who got away."

Sometimes, we form relationships with people who seem almost too good to be true. Sometimes, we find people who are just so wonderful and smart that you just want to "lick their minds" (in the words of Jason Stackhouse, ha). Sometimes, you find people who you want to spend some time with, open up to, share your feelings for, etc. Sometimes, these people escape you. They disappear. Fade away. Sometimes, you escape them. Sometimes, you're afraid that, since they seem "too good to be true" that they don't deserve you. They don't deserve how fucking fucked up you can be sometimes. They don't deserve contradictive honesty, they don't deserve indecisiveness, they don't deserve your imperfections, and all of the above.

Sometimes, you let the best friends/boyfriends/girlfriends that you could ever have, slip away. All because you are selfish. All because you are so closed off to people that sometimes, they only get a short time to see the best of you and they end up experiencing the worst while you push them away, shut them out, make up excuses not to see them anymore, etc.

I've come to realize that I've let that happen one too many times. I've come to realize that when you find the right friend or potential significant other and you know that you have that chance with them, please, go for it. Even if it doesn't last forever. A handful of good times does not even compare to a lifetime of bad with a dash of occasional amazing (which we sometimes seem to think makes up for the bad).

Just to have that person with you, to be your friend, to comfort you, to love you, to adore you for who you are, good and bad and not for some costume shop show that you put on for those who don't matter, that's what is important. Even if you feel like you don't deserve those people, you fucking do. Because in the end, they are the ones whose opinions truly matter. Those faux audience members in the reality shows that you put on strictly for them are the ones you need to leave behind. They are the ones that should slip away and disappear behind the curtain; beyond the veil.

A cheesy and a very "me" example would be Harry Potter. No matter if you read the books, saw the movies, or both, it's an evident part of the storyline: Harry pushes (or tries to) the ones who truly, truly care away from him. Luckily for Harry, they stick around and/or come back. However, each an every time things get tough for Harry, he pushes Hermione away. He pushes Ron away. He pushes away Dumbledore at times, Ginny, and all of the people that really care just because he feels that his connection to the most evil creature on the face of both worlds makes him not good enough for anybody. It's not true. He has so many more good and lovable inner qualities that overshadow the evil which he seems to think is stirring on the surface, ready to tear into him and destroy him forever. Love saved Harry when he was a baby and it saved him as an adult.

Even though loves comes in all different shapes, forms, amounts, it's still love. It's still caring for that other person. And all I'm trying to say is, don't let those people go. Don't ditch those people for someone you think is better and really isn't. Don't ditch the nerd for the jock. Don't ditch the mousy girl for the slut. Don't leave your family for something else. Keep these people around you because they really matter.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like and where exactly I'd be if I had let these people in and let them stay. I wonder who I'd be. I wonder how I'd be getting along right now and if I'd have less negative energy and more positive energy. Keep these people with you.

Keep the people who appreciate you for who you are. Despite what you may think, there's a group of people like that for each and every one of us. They're hard to find, like needles in a haystack, but they are fucking worth every minute of your arduous search when you do find them.

True friends are true friends and that is all.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Lucky lucky lucky lucky me again!

It's only Tuesday and this week is terrible. I feel the urge to write an angry blog just to let it all out. I'm also getting a cold and lost my voice, so it just makes everything that much better. Wee.

I'm just going to take this time to mention two positive things about this week: Thanks to the publicity of Modest Mouse's Ledger-directed music video for "King Rat", I have rediscovered Modest Mouse all over again. I have also found the perfect color to get my hair done! It's the closest to red my mother will ever let me go!

So good!

But yes, just to sort of sum up how I feel right now, I'll let Tim Burton's artwork do the talking.

I'm so irritated. Just with everything. I know it's natural to have days like these, but I haven't felt this way in a while. I'm just so completely on the edge. I'm ready to just scream. Everything's getting to me, I'm dwelling on past events, I'm getting upset over things that are less than's pure insanity. 

So I'm going to just talk about irritating subjects, one by one.

Firstly, young love.
Sure, perhaps some youngsters truly are in love and I'm probably treading thin ice with the mere mention of this subject, but I don't care. It pisses me off (excuse the poor language) that kids think they're in love with each other. I seriously doubt that you meet the love of your life in 8th grade. If you do, that's great, have a great life and shit. But honestly, I don't really think it's possible. Nobody is emotionally mature enough at 13/14 years old to invest themselves fully into another person, wholly and unconditionally, to be able to make that sort of commitment. When kids throw around the word love, it drives me up the wall. A part of me wishes that kids could just get it through their heads and another part of me realizes that I guess that's how kids learn. By learning what love isn't, they eventually grow to understand what love is. So I guess, it all works out somehow. And for those who never understand how to love: how sad. 

Secondly, physical pain brought on by stress.
All I have to say about this is: IT IS AWFUL. For those of you who have the ability to control stress, I envy you.

Thirdly, finishing what you start.
Lately, I can't seem to finish a damn thing I start. I started Survivor almost two months ago and I am only on page twenty-something. I also started a watercolor series and so far I only have three paintings (two I did today to relax). It's just something that I hate doing. I want to be able to start something and finish it. It's hard when, at times, I'm so easily distracted by a number of things or even just one big thing.

Fourthly, "the perks of being a woman".
Girls, you know exactly what I am talking about. ERGH.

Fifthly, original songs that get ripped off by unoriginal products of sell-out record companies.
Today, my mother, sister and I were driving home from Shoprite and I turned off my ipod and my sister had Z100 on or something and I paused to listen. What I originally thought was "Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap on Z100 (what the fuck was I thinking, right? Z100 doesn't exactly cater to people with my musical taste). It turned out to be some stupid "hip-hop artist" (you cannot even call people like that "artists" because they're full of recycled, unoriginal shit) who ripped from one of Heap's best fucking songs to turn it into some pathetic prom night club dance hit for all of the little Top 40 drones to sink their teeth into. I was ready to flip. Of course, when I made a comment about the song, my sister's rebuttal was, "Oh, what? Like all of your stupid music is original?" Yes, she seriously went there. She's sitting in the car, listening to snippets of MY STUPID MUSIC mixed into some God-awful rap song! And, to her, that's what it takes to make my music appeal to kids like her! Let rappers rip it off! I take pride in my taste in music and I feel that I have a pretty good ear when it comes to music. Albeit, I don't play any instruments and can barely read notes, but I think I know a thing or two. But anyway, I was pissed (again, sorry). Sure, those pop songs can be catchy and I have one or two floating around my iTunes playlists, but the fact that they put parts of a fucking Imogen Heap song in a fucking awful hip-hop song is just wrong. Just. Plain. Wrong. Argh!

I think that's pretty much it.
Of course there's other things bothering me, but those are of a more personal matter not to be mentioned on a blog. Not that anybody really reads this shit anyway. 

Life is insane, it comes at you fast and you have got to be prepared for it or else it'll knock you on your ass and keep you down. 

I also have the insane urge to learn how to play banjo. After hearing it in "Invasion" by Eisley, I have fully decided that I want to and will learn...eventually. Although, I need money for that.


That is all.
I leave you with this little chunk of heaven.