You know, like Caine in Kung Fu

Fri, 15 Oct 2004 02:22:41 GMT

Actors/Actresses I would've loved to have met:

1. Jimmy Stewert. (Read Peter Bogdonovich's "Who the Hell's in it?")

2. Gregory Peck. (I'd prefer to watch "To Kill a Mockingbird" than read the book any day of the week)

3. Grace Kelly. (Quite simply one of the most beautiful people to have ever walked the earth, and a great acress as well)

4. Donald Pleasence. (He made the first Halloween as good as it was, terriffic actor)

5. Gary Cooper. (Fucking High Noon!)

6. Cary Grant. (Was a great slap-stick/goofball comedic actor as well as he was a dramatic. Watch "His Girl Friday" and "Arsnic and Old Lace" He was also quite the snappy dresser, and so incredably ellagant and strong yet he appears to have the ability/vaurnability to make him a decent human-being. He reminds me of my grandpa)

7. Humphrey Bogart. (Watch ANYTHING he was in! One of my "Being Short is Cool" rolemodels)

8. James Dean. (Again, a short guy. And such a fucking badass!)

9. John Ritter. (Gone FAR too soon. Watch "Sling Blade")

10. Charles Bronson. (Don't judge him by the "Death Wish" series. Watch "Once Upon a Time in the West" and "Mr. Majestyk")

Actors/Actresses I hope to meet:

1. Peter Falk. (I so fucking grew-up on Columbo. Amazing actor and artist)

2. Pam Greir. (I always like to say that my mom is "An afro, a sawd-off shotgun and a skin-tone away from being [her]")

I know I'm forgetting some, will add later.

I can't sha-sha-sha-shake the good mood I've been in.

Sat, 02 Oct 2004 11:09:17 GMT

How the hell is Kill Bill (the complete epic) not only the best movie QT has done, but the best movie ever?

Go see Garden State.

Sunrise < Sunset

Wed, 22 Sep 2004 11:20:00 GMT

Why does this thing say "event"? It's kinda stupid.

I'm sitting here at 6:09am, not being able to fall asleep because of all the coffee I drank at Deny's when I went at 2:30am, and now that the sun is starting to rise, I realised how much I hate sunrise's (is that even a word?). I think it's because when the sunsets, it allows me to relax, because that day is done, and the fires of Hell are being extingueshed (sorry, I'm a really bad speller, and I'm far too lazy to spell-check this pointles ramble) but then, if I'm awake for it, the sun rises, and so begins another day, waiting to be filled-to-the-brim with complete and utter uncertanty, and that kinda freaks me out. The only way I think I could enjoy a sunrise is if I was watching it with someone special, because then it represents the begining of something good.
I'm not saying my life is bad, cause it really isn't, escpecially right now, I'm writing practically all day, I've got a liscence and my own car, I've got a job that I really enjoy, my mom's out-of-town for the week, and my sister just turned 21. Oh, and I forgot that I don't even have to go to scholl anymore. It took me quite a while to realise this, but I can definatly list off more good things in my life than bad, and I like that a lot.
: )

To my skeptics...

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 03:15:08 GMT

As many of you may or may not know, I have decided to leave Waubonsie and start homeschooling myself.
Now contrary to popular belief, I am not doing this out of sheer laziness, but out of complete rebellion towrads everything that High School represents. I feel by doing this, I will become a much (overall) happier person. Also, I will have much more time to pursue my passion of film. I have been writing like mad lately, and am quite pleased with what has been spilling out on the page. I should be finished with the first draft by the end of this week, if not sooner.
Doing this also grants me to go out to California in the Spring, to finally meet Sam Bauer, and (hopefully) catch a glimpse of the filming of Southland Tales (Richard Kelly's new film).
I have also (finally) been promoted to Projectionist at AMC, and now, with my days free, am able to make money while working on my schoolwork, writing, (working booth allows me to do this) and being able to do my best at presenting my favourite art form, while everyone else is in Hell.
Things are finally looking up for me, now lets just hope my social life doesn't go down-the-tubes. (The only con).
So yay for me!

Also, does anybody think I'm a "sick fuck"? Because, for some reason, at least one person does, and I really don't get why.

Thu, 26 Aug 2004 18:56:25 GMT

So what did I do today?

Left school after 4th period.

Wed, 04 Aug 2004 06:48:19 GMT

I hate fortune cookies that just "tell" you crap about yourself

Tue, 29 Jun 2004 06:23:23 GMT

In the year 2001, a nobody film-maker named Rchard Kelly wrote and directed a small film called Donnie Darko. The film exploded onto the Sundance film festival scene, when Newmarket Films (then, only owning distibution rights to Memento) picked it up, censored a good portion of it, poorly marketed it, then releasing it to make about zilch at the box-office, it was a destined flop. But then, a little video company called Silver Nitrate Home Entertainment (with 20th Century Fox Home Video owning VHS and DVD distribution rights) picked it up for it's video release. They did the best they could to market it as a teen slasher flick, which maybe did end up helping the film. Darko became a huge cult hit, and so did the little known cover of a now-forgotten Tears for Fears song.

Gary Jules recorded the cover of Tears for Fears' 1980's smash Mad World specificly for the film Donnie Darko. Then, right when all the little "goth" kids (sorry 'bout that Rich) discoverd Darko, they also obviously opened their ears to the song featured at the films ending, and most likely specificly to the line "the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had." Now, the song is everywhere, and everbody is fucking talking about it, it really pisses me off. I can just imagine all these pathetic losers listing to this song on repeat on the CD they burned, which also features Britney Spears' Toxic, listing to it thinking "Oh, finally. Somebody understands how I feel. Somebody finally understands how "depressed" I am, and why I "cut" myself. They get that I can't stand being in a world where daddy buys me the wrong colour car, and forgets to get leather!, I'ts just not fair."

I am so fucking sick of all these ppl pretending like they know what being depressed is like, and that everybody should feel sorry for them, so they're gonna start a livejournal, or xanga, or whatever so they can bitch about how mummy and daddy wouldn't let them stay out till midnight on saturday, so now their thinking about killing themselves. You know what? If I were your fucking parents, I wouldn't let you stay out late either! They're smarter than you think, they know what it's like to be a teenager, and they know roughly what teens do, most of them grew up in the '60's/'70's, the biggest time for teen rebellion. Trust me, you don't have it so bad, you know, getting food on your table every night.

I'm also sick and tired of these fake cutters. I know real cutters, okay? They don't go shoving their cuts in people's faces by wearing short sleeves. They also don't like telling every-single person ever about their "addiction" to cutting, trying to inspire sympathy from everybody, anybody.

You people don't know what the real pains are in this world. I bet you haven't lost a parent, sibling, child, ect. I bet none of you have had to undergo electro-shock thereapy. I bet you don't know what it's like to have to get food donations (you know, the canned food you turn in to school for extra credit). I bet most of you know don't know thing-one about what it's like to have a drug addiction (aside from nicotine and/or having a weed "addiction"). I bet none of you know what it's like to have a serious illness like cancer, and have to go through it all alone. And I can damn-well guarantee none of you know what it's like to have two family members in the loony bin, and having to go through it alone.

Go listen to Dashboard and shut the fuck up.

Quitter.

Sat, 26 Jun 2004 08:06:06 GMT

Because of my new meds, everytime I smoke, I get the biggest nicotine buzzes, everytime. This might sound good to people, but it's really not. At first it's cool, but then, I get all dizzy and nauseous. I think I might quit smoking because of this. I really like smoking, but I hate feeling like shit after I smoke, so, I dunno. I've got about half a carton of Marlboro .27's, so if anybody wants to buy a pack off me, let me know, cause I don't really want them now. I think the freshly opened pack I've got will last me for a very long time, cause I'm down to at least 3 a day...

Fight Club: The Video Game

Fri, 25 Jun 2004 19:03:04 GMT

Ugh, I've known about this for some time, but then today, I stumbled upon the game's offical site, here's the overview for the game:

In the underground world of Fight Club, the fight isn't over until someone goes limp, taps out, or is beaten. Immerse yourself in this gritty, visceral world of bare-knuckle fighting with action, story elements and environments true to the Fight Club film. The extreme realism of the game will make you feel every punch and kick by delivering shocking visuals, untraditional moves, and special effects in fully interactive environments.

Ok, so they got some of the rules down, but what's up with this crap, "or is beaten" doesn't make much sense, goes limp, taps out (they for got yell's stop) that I get, but is beaten, to quote the movie "fight club wasn't about winning or loosing," it just really bothers me how this is a fighting game, the movie really isn't about fighting. Maybe if the game was like GTA or something, where you do homework assignments... but a fighting game?! it just really pisses me off.

Have the folks that made this game actually seen the movie?

I beleive that one of the rules is "no shirts, no shoes" they're obviously both wearing shirts.

And there we see shoes.

Here's a trailer for the game: http://www.gametrailers.com/gt_vault/t_fightclub_e3_2k4_gp.html

The characters seem too sure of themselve's, and what the hell is up with the huge body-throws, and the really gorrilla-like grunting! Why the hell is Raymond in this game at all? I don't recall Raymond being in any fight clubs.

Wed, 23 Jun 2004 05:36:28 GMT

I just smoked close to an entire pack of ciggs, and now I feel really sick.

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Tue, 22 Jun 2004 20:18:42 GMT

Yes, I'm that obsessed with Kill Bill...

Sun, 20 Jun 2004 06:32:43 GMT

Fri, 18 Jun 2004 08:22:39 GMT

TYLER
Our fathers were our models
for God. And, if our fathers bailed,
what does that tell us about God?

JACK
I don't know...

TYLER
Listen to me. You have to consider
the possibility that God doesn't like
you, he never wanted you. In all
probability, He hates you. This is
not the worst thing that can happen...

JACK
It isn't... ?

TYLER
We don't need him...

JACK
We don't, I agree!

TYLER
Fuck damnation. Fuck redemption. We
are God's unwanted children, so be it!

Jack looks at Tyler -- they lock eyes. Jack does his best
to stifle his spasms of pain, his body a quivering, coiled
knot. He bolts toward the sink, but Tyler holds on.

TYLER
You can go to the sink and run water
over your hand and make it worse, or-look at me. Or you
can use vinegar to neutralize the
burn,

JACK
Let me have it, please!

TYLER
First you have to give up.
First, you have to know-not fear-know, that someday,
you are going to die.
Jack spasms with a shiver of pain...

JACK
You don't know how this feels.

Tyler shows Jack a LYE-BURNED KISS SCAR on his own hand.
Tears begin to drip from Jack's eyes. Tyler grabs a bottle
of VINEGAR -- pours it over Jack's wound.

Jack closes his eyes, holds his hand... slumps to the floor.

TYLER
Congratulations. You're a step
closer to hitting bottom.

Fri, 18 Jun 2004 08:15:06 GMT

DA MAYOR
Mookie.

MOOKIE
Gotta go.

DA MAYOR
C'mere, Doctor.

Mookie turns around and goes back.

DA MAYOR
Doctor, this is Da Mayor talkin'.

MOOKIE
OK. OK.

DA MAYOR
Doctor, always try to do the right
thing.

MOOKIE
That's it?

DA MAYOR
That's it.

MOOKIE
I got it, I'm gone.

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Wed, 09 Jun 2004 05:52:45 GMT

I'm very boared so I think I'm gonna post my top 20 movies, the top 3 will never change, and are all tied for first, but the top 20 can change on a daily basis, and are in no particular order.
So, even though I think "top" lists are rather convoluted (escpecially for me) here we go...

Top 4:
1. Fight Club
2. Kill Bill (complete vols. 1 and 2)
3. Taxi Driver
4. Donnie Darko

Remaining 16:
4.   True Romance
5.   Pulp Fiction
6.   Jackie Brown
7.   Se7en (no pun intended)
8.   Casablanca
9. Do the Right Thing/25th Hour
10. The Royal Tenenbaums/Bottle Rocket
11. Citizen Kane
12. Reservoir Dogs
13. El Mariachi
14. 21 Grams
15. City of God
16. It's a Wonderful Life
17. To Kill a Mockingbird
18. Clerks
19. Home Alone
20. Home Alone 2: Lost in New York

Summer is blowing like the wind....

Wed, 09 Jun 2004 03:08:34 GMT

ugh

Wake up...

Tue, 01 Jun 2004 22:29:35 GMT

Donnie Darko: The Director's Cut Theatrical Trailer

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Mon, 24 May 2004 02:41:44 GMT

List of my DVDs (not all of them yet)...
-~

Your old man wants some biscuits and beef jerky.

Sat, 22 May 2004 03:42:15 GMT

Around her, parasitic life spray paints her heart.
-~

People are so krazay kool!

Thu, 20 May 2004 03:49:33 GMT

"Tonight I'm spent.
I pretend this razor is your lips,
and you're finding ways to kiss me
deeply on the wrists"
-~-~-~
I am so fucking gone from this place, it's not even funny anymore. I can't believe how people are. I think there are three genuine people at good 'ol WV:
1. Mike Curran
2. Dave Fernandez
3. Rae Heubner
(no order)

Wed, 19 May 2004 00:53:42 GMT

"I realize now how much she is like all the others, cold and distant. Many people are like that. Women especially. they're like a union."
-~

Day One and Counting

Sun, 16 May 2004 23:59:01 GMT

a voice says dont bother screaming
day one has come and gone away
served on this diet of needles and knives
convincing myself to stay alive

are these the eyelides you tried to save?
(i drink to forget your face)
we all know what goes on,
and we know just what you've done.
it is even worth it to say im sorry, just because
such simple things i miss in spite of all this
is it even worth it to say im sorry, just move on

a voice says dont bother leaving,
day one has come and gone away
choking on hopes, and words i never wrote,
I'll try to survive on this long night.

are these the eyelides you tried to save?
(i drink to forget your face)
we all know what goes on,
and we know just what you've done.
it is even worth it to say im sorry, just because
such simple things i miss in spite of all this
is it even worth it to say im sorry, just move on

on this warm night the taste gets worse.
the lips i thought i touched now just hurt.
come on and catch me, i know that you want me.
its written all over your obvious arms.

(i drink to forget your face)
we all know what goes on,
and we know just what you've done.
it is even worth it to say im sorry, just because

the smell of your breath
the feel of your neck
the scent of assurance spilt over my neck

Rocket City

Thu, 13 May 2004 23:33:43 GMT

Thinking ill fly away
Or take a long drive and I won’t stop
Until I reach the other side
And get lost losing myself
in the northern sky….

So say tonight…but tomorrow it won’t be alright
So ill take off tonight
And risk a fall
And say goodbye….

And when I fall don’t forget me….
Cause if I stay here I’ll be dying forever…

Losing everything that I know…

I’m not scared to fly
I just need golden wings
The kind that will burn in the sky
And knock the stars down to die

-~

Sorry

Thu, 13 May 2004 02:10:54 GMT

Dea ex manchina, yes-siree

Wed, 12 May 2004 01:59:44 GMT

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared...saying don't be afraid
Come on baby...and she had no fear
And she ran to him...then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodby...she had become like they are
She had taken his hand...she had become like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper

Okay, now that I've gotten some BOC out of my system, I think that I'm 110% so very sure that if there is a God, he/she/whatever definatly hates me.