The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (2008) – The fun thing about this one is that I have already read the book, which was certainly an engaging and stimulating adventurous tale, so I really can’t wait to see how the story is going to be portrayed on the big screen. And having actor Ben Barnes play the part as Prince Caspian isn’t such a bad reason to watch the new film adaptation either. Long live Aslan!
X-Men Origins: Wolervine (2009) – Even though the last movie totally bombed for me, I haven’t given up on their next one, which is focused on Wolverine and his days before the X-Men trilogies (I think). I also feel obligated to watch it since I’m a huge X-Men fan, it’ll be entertaining to nit pick the movie in comparison with the actual characters and stories from the comics.
Silent Hill 2 (2010) – Ah, yes, shwing! I’ve been hoping, yearning and wishing for the director to create a sequel for Silent Hill. There are a lot of unanswered questions left in the first movie, so I’m hoping the new film will fill in the missing puzzles for us. I’d like to point that I never liked how the story was written for the first film. But as I have mentioned before, in one of my previous entries, I’m a visual person. The strongest asset of this movie was definitely the grotesque visuals. They have the most disturbing, disgusting and horrific creatures and imagery in this movie. It’s possibly the only horror movie (excluding The Pale Man from Pan’s Labyrinth) that has left me completely disturbed yet completely fascinated by the concepts of these creatures that were presented in the film.
I think everyone knows a least one person who’s nothing but a mothertruckin’ ruthless texting machine. They’ll text while driving. They’ll text while eating dinner. They’ll text while screwing. And they’ll text while taking a massive shit…actually that one might not be so bad.
Either way, it’s starting to drive me up the wall, and it can be totally impolite under certain circumstances.
I was taking a friend out to breakfast (he’s probably going to read this too) and as I was driving him to Ihop, he did nothing but text. I tried to start a conversation but I ended up talking to myself (with the few exceptions of “yeah,” “uh huh” and “ha”) because he was too wrapped up in the world of relentless texting!
I wanted to grab his phone and throw it out the window, and then slap him a few times, but that wouldn’t nice of me. Texting in general is not an issue for me-it can clearly be useful at times, but to just use it to a point where you frequently isolate yourself from everyone else is pathetic.
What is honestly there to talk about? If it’s that important that you have to text every other minute, why not just stop beating around the bush and fuckinnggg call them?
I went to Hollywood Improv last night and it rocked because Steve Byrne was in it. We cried, we laughed and peed our pants a little. It was spectacular.
Though I’ve got to admit, I was a wee bit star strucked when Steve walked right pass me after the show was over. Everything, in my vision, was in complete slow-mo. It wasn’t just like BAM he walked, he passed, and was gone. No no noo, this was different. I saw it all.
There was a special moment where we were face to face, eye to eye with each other, I said, “Good job Steve!” But I think I whispered it, or worse, mouthed it! I also wanted to pat his shoulders, so gave my hand out, just a tiny bit, but was hesitant and not to mention scared shitless so I pulled back…didn’t get to touch the hotness of Steve Byrne.
I have failed myself.
And I think he replied, “Thank you!” but everything was hazy so I’m not too sure.
I’ve met actual celebrities on the streets before, but I never acted like a retard. I think I was just shocked by how gorgeous Steve was in person. If you’ve read my mini bio on here before, then you know its true…I have a weakness for Eurasian men and I need help.
Remember all those projects I’ve been talking about? Well I finished one, and it’s actually posted below this paragraph. If you ever wanted to learn who Stefan Sagmeister is AND hear what my voice sounds like at the same time, then look no further my friends. Today is your lucky day!
Before pressing play, I would like to make a couple of notes:
- I’m not sure if I pronounced his name correctly.
- I do not have a lisp, it is the static of the recorder which is apparently sensitive to “s” sounds.
- I do not have a monotone voice either, it is me trying not to stutter. I used up all of my womanpower to keep it smooth, but I ended up stumbling on one word. Carry on.
After working on this project for eight-ish hours on this five minute video, I have developed a small crush on Mr. Sagmeister. +He is QUITE the sexy beast, if you think about it. Especially at 00:24. *drools*
In case you were wondering, I haven’t started any of my projects yet. I know, I’m terrible. However I did use most of my time to figure out how to play Youtube videos and movies in my Nintendo DS Lite…
Plan succeeded.
The quality of the videos are actually very clear. My DS is officially the epitome of badass; besides playing video games, I can now surf the internet, chat on AIM, listen to music, read comics, and watch videos. Now I just have to figure out how to call people with it.
Later in the day, I decided to do a little research about serial killers just out of curiosity and personal interest. Upon reading the common child behavior traits among serial killers, I found out that my traits as a child qualifies as a potential serial killer. Umm come again? That’s pretty funny if you ask me. I’m sure if I give anyone that list, they can say that they have done at least half of the things they did as a child, since children, in general, are crazy already. But there were 25 focal characteristics and I had about 20 of those.
I even read about other distinctive warning signs in childhood and I had all of those signs. Even though some of the things still stay with me today, I can assure you that I’m no where near a bloodthirsty psychopathic creep with a foot fetish…I’m just special.
Seriously though, I was an exceptionally odd, immoral child. Glad to know that I grew out of it!
My latest and greatest obsession is Dr Marten boots. Ever since I purchased one in floral prints a while ago, I wanted more in different colors and patterns. Besides looking ferosh (fabulous + fierce = ferosh), there’s something about it that makes me look and feel extra dangerous, like, I could walk in deep puddles of absolute muck and filth, or moonwalk my way in and out of a forest fire without getting injured. Not really, but it’s somewhere along that line.
It’s funny how shoes can have the ability to alter your character until you take them off and wear something else.
My spring break has officially started, only problem is all of my projects are due right after the end of spring break (wow talk about a piece of shit break!). Because of this, I probably…maybe… maybe not…won’t blog for a while, depending on the amount of labor that is given to me. Until next time.
Why does one bad thing happen to me, and then five MORE bad things happen all in one day?
Fuckingpussycunt motherfucking bitchtits.
I want to cry, but since I’m not a pussy, I’m going to hold it in and cry on the inside. Also, I think I’ve been wasting my time in college-just realized that I don’t need it.
On an even more dark, depressing note: On an audiotape, Osama Bin Laden is supposedly accusing Pope Benedict XVI of initiating a crusade to deride Islam (which is completely false) and threatening Europe for the republishing of cartoons depicting the Prophet Muhammad.
As a practicing Catholic (or trying to, minus the swear words and penisaurus illustrations!) who holds deep appreciation for His Holiness, I’m starting to worry. It isn’t the first time he has destroyed the lives of many innocent people, but we’re hoping that whoever is behind this is really some lowlife who’s whoring for some attention since the authenticity of the video has not been confirmed yet.
I realized that the things that I have been purchasing for myself lately are visually appealing to me, but doesn’t serve any utilitarian purposes.
For instance, I bought grillz, yes, like the grillz that Paul Wall wears on his teeth. No, I’m not REALLY going to wear it, but it was sparkly, pink, and perrrdy.
I also bought this travel/duffle bag that had really colorful and spunky designs to it. Do I travel? No. Do I go to the gym or play sports? No. It’s like a piece of art to me, but a piece of art that is just lying around on the bedroom floor gathering dust all day.
The fact that I did purchase it does give me an incentive to go somewhere out of town…to San Diego? I’d like to go to Comic-Con (huge comic book convention in SD) this summer, but I do have to find some buddies to go with me. If I can find at least one person (so I don’t have to look like this big creep that doesn’t have any friends), then I’d totally rock the duffle bag and uhh maybe the grillz too.
There’s something addictive about purchasing multiple websites, since I have already bought another one not too long ago. There’s something awkward about making yourself into a wordpress theme too.
Silent Hill 2 (2010) – Ah, yes, shwing! I’ve been hoping, yearning and wishing for the director to create a sequel for Silent Hill. There are a lot of unanswered questions left in the first movie, so I’m hoping the new film will fill in the missing puzzles for us. I’d like to point that I never liked how the story was written for the first film. But as I have mentioned before, in one of my previous entries, I’m a visual person. The strongest asset of this movie was definitely the grotesque visuals. They have the most disturbing, disgusting and horrific creatures and imagery in this movie. It’s possibly the only horror movie (excluding The Pale Man from Pan’s Labyrinth) that has left me completely disturbed yet completely fascinated by the concepts of these creatures that were presented in the film.
I think everyone knows a least one person who’s nothing but a mothertruckin’ ruthless texting machine. They’ll text while driving. They’ll text while eating dinner. They’ll text while screwing. And they’ll text while taking a massive shit…actually that one might not be so bad.
My latest and greatest obsession is Dr Marten boots. Ever since I purchased one in floral prints a while ago, I wanted more in different colors and patterns. Besides looking ferosh (fabulous + fierce = ferosh), there’s something about it that makes me look and feel extra dangerous, like, I could walk in deep puddles of absolute muck and filth, or moonwalk my way in and out of a forest fire without getting injured. Not really, but it’s somewhere along that line.
