PAINFULLY DULL

I'd have to say that so far, my weekend has been painfully boring. My dad did take me to Best Buy yesterday to get my edition of the Sims Medieval, which is fun don't get me wrong, but after like ten hours of playing it consecutively, it just starts to get old. Yeah. So what am I supposed to do? I'd really like to make my own website to roleplay on, because I know what I want and it's pretty specific, but then there's the hassle of advertising and getting people to join and STAY members. And then there's the fact that I've got like seven characters on another site, and it's just sheer madness - I wish my muse weren't so persnickety all the time.

I just finished watching The Tourist with my parents - I'm not going to say that it was the best movie that I've ever seen, primarily because it isn't really my style - but I love Johnny Depp, and Angelina Jolie too (I get compared to her a lot, actually, something to do with our faces looking similar), so I'm going to say that out of five stars, the movie got between a three-point-five and a four. It wasn't bad - The plot was interesting enough, and I'm not going to lie and say that I completely called the ending - I was guessing at it, but I wasn't surefire about it. Maybe it's just because it's not my style, maybe it's because I thought the character development was a little underdone, I don't know. It's not the best movie I've ever seen, but I enjoyed it. I feel so weird because I think that, as a writer, I tend to judge movies really harshly - I mean, I can't help it, but hey, at least I'm pretty straightforward about what I think, right?

I still really want to go see Sucker Punch, like seriously - but lucky for me, Monday is a protected teacher's work day here, so I have off. HA! Take that, establishment. I might actually get to go see it at some point this weekend after all.

STILL EFFING SICK

I'm a little pissed off about the fact that last night my illness reached a peak, so not ONLY did I miss another day of school that I can't afford to miss, but I'm not going to get to go see SuckerPunch today with the Little Mermaid and Cinderella. I was really looking forward to that! It made me think that my weekend was actually going to be sort of decent, which now I'm having trouble believing. More lackluster plans, if that. Hurrah.

SOME NEW PHOTOS

The photos were taken by me, as well as edited by me, and I am the model. Yes, I'm aware that such multi-tasking is somewhat aggregious, but I think they came out quite well, if I say so myself!

FELL IN LOVE WITH A HUGGIES COMMERCIAL

So, I can't believe this, but I kind of fell in love with a song from a Huggies commercial. Sad, isn't it? I like this one, and the remix of "Early Bird" by Shirley Temple in the Target commercial - but I can't find that one anywhere. Let me know if you do?

I BELIEVE IN PINK

I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BORN AN 80's KID

So I feel even more sick than I did earlier today. It sucks. But I was surfing the net, trying to keep down my dinner (didn't work, FYI, though that's also probably TMI), and I came across a video to a song that I hadn't heard since I was little.



Haha, David Bowie! The Labyrinth. That was like one of the biggest movies of my childhood, along with The Neverending Story, A Little Princess, The Secret Garden, and The Witches. I know, I know. I was born in the early nineties, but I'm telling you, I think I was raised as an 80's kid. My opinion of this only doubles when I consider the music my mom played all the time: Tears for Fears, The Mama's and the Papa's, The Beatles, and one song by Patsy Cline called 'Crazy'. I'm telling you right now, this is the reason that I have such weird taste in music.

What other seventeen year old adores Glenn Miller? And if you know one, be sure to tell me - then maybe I won't feel like I have my own separate species in this world! Because, let's be honest. When you like Glenn Miller, and you're the ONLY one in your school who does, it's not a mystery who's phone went off in class when everyone hears Moonlight Serenade playing as a ring tone!

MY DOG, WROLF

So. I've got a dog.
His name is Wrolf.
He's a very pretty boy.
Though he's not smart,
He's got lots of heart,
and he's my pride and joy.

Hurrah for that lovely, badly written little poem thing. Off the top of my head - fun, huh? Anyways, He's a doberman-rottweiler, and he really isn't the brightest star in the sky. He's huge, he's clumsy, and he doesn't realize that his tail is attached to his butt, so he has a tendency to knock anything over that's remotely at his level. And it hurts when it hits you. But, he goes totally slack if you rub his belly or his chest.

The reason I say this, now? Well, because he's laying on top of my hands as I type. It's rather difficult, but I know the keyboard well enough that I can do this. He's really heavy though. Mostly, this was a test to see if I could type under these circumstances.

TYPING LEVEL: BAD ASS.