Update/Edit

I stand corrected. I've set up a website that will have all my sites on it. So no more handing out six different url's at once. Huzzah!

www.stealthygrapes.webs.com

Ernest, La Poo Poo, and my new blog, along with the Sushmita fanfiction.

sayonara...japanese goodbye

My dad sings that all the time. Then he showed us the movie, which wasn't too bad, except it was the first time I'd ever heard Marlon Brando's voice, so there was a bit of a shock to how high it was. Nowadays I've realized that a lot of guys have high voices so he wasn't just weird.

Watching old Brando movies is a really weird experience. You end up waiting for the scenes with him in it because everyone else is so fake. Back then, acting seemed like acting. All the actors acted like they were on stage. Except for Marlon Brando. In "A Streetcar Named Desire", Vivien Leigh's going crazy with her unwatchable dramatics, and then there's Marlon Brando going crazy in a much quieter (although he yells a lot. "STELLA!") and awesomer way. Yeah...I don't like Vivien Leigh. Anyways, in Marlon Brando movies he's the only character in a crowd of actors.

Under this happy pretense of another post, I have come to tell you that I am moving to wordpress. Sad, yes. But no one reads stuff here anyways. TRAITOR, you yell. SHUN. Well, going to wordpress is like turning a new leaf. I can leave silly preteen angst here and well...go write some teen angst there.

Besides, my paper bag Ernest is getting a blog, so is my dog, so it would be easier for me to update on the same site as they are. Yes, I understand what I just said.

So sayonara, goodbye, whatever. Maybe I'll write here once in a while. But I'll leave you with links to my new blog and Ernest's. Really, he's adorable. He's a naive five month old paper bag with a mustache. And La Poo Poo, my dog, is the awesomest being on Earth. And I'm...me, but hopefully less deep on the new blog. Here it is:

Ernest: www.theimportanceofbeingernest.wordpress.com

La Poo Poo: www.porcelainthrone.wordpress.com

me: www.accordingtograpes.wordpress.com

Finally.

A trailer for The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus is out. Finally, something other than just a picture on the website. I get who the strange-looking people are now. Huzzah.

I never really liked running anyway.

I can't stop listening to this song. There's deja vu around it, like I've heard it at someone's wedding. It's a perfect wedding song, in terms of the feeling you get listening to it. I hate when you type it and it comes out tit. Other than that, school's started. It started last Thursday, actually.

But today, school really began. Here goes the marathon. My first ballet class since that old dance teacher we used to have at Leal until she got married and consequently pregnant. Silly girl. If she's off to have her baby, who shall stay to teach Katherini ballet and jazz?

Not I, said the cow. Shut up Will. Not I, said the monkey. Shut up Michael Phelps. Not I, said the peanut. Shut up McCain. Not I, said the chimpanzee. Shut up, new Channel One guy. You're too excited to be there.

Then she had her baby, whom she named Olivia. I remember thinking what a weird name that was. Now I kind of like it. I hate irony. Okay, now writing this, I don't really like anymore. Choosing names for babies is the ultimate set up for regret. I hope I don't regret my baby's name, but I probably will at some point or other.

Edit. 9/10/08

Today I realized that I had missed two orchestra meetings, and that my schedule will explode, eventually.

School is alright, but not particularly exciting.

I've discovered the New York Times Screen Test series. It took up my whole day yesterday...procrastination is setting in quicker than I thought it would. A giant world map just took up the space where the huge LA Times PotC poster used to be...quel sad.

Ready, set, BANG. That sounded grotesque. It was meant to signal a pistol shot, as is shuitable (Sean Connery!) for the ongoing "race" theme in this entry. quel lame.

Currently Listening Enchanted so close see related

no more vampires, please.

I walked into the bookstore, purposely avoiding the children's and teen section. But there's only so much time one can spend languishing in the entertainment section, wishfully gazing at the "how to make movies" books, wondering if any one of them can actually propel you into the industry. It's depressing, really.

Eventually I could languish no longer, ashamed by the combination of Asianness and movie-making aspirations, so I made my way upstairs to the section I should be in. Well, since it's the teen section, and I am a teen...

Every time it's the same. Love, betrayals, friendship feuds, strange roadtrips to Hollywood or New York, people already plopped in Hollywood and New York (who amazingly always have money and friends and are somehow involved in movies...), insecurity, fairies, historical love, modern love, vampire love, secret love....

Can't we read something with substance for once?

I know we love those books. It's called Escapism. It's why people are willing to watch so many cheesy cookie-cutter chick flicks. It's why I don't watch chick flicks until I'm sick with a fever. But I wish there were books that were for people who don't need to escape.

I don't need to escape. What is there to escape from? It's nice to read stories where vampires will come and fall in love with a girl (meaning you, in your mind. Don't deny it, it's been the basis of every story since the beginning of mankind that the reader/listener feels the character's emotions as their own. Doesn't every little kid say "I like going on adventures" or some variation whenever they're asked why they like reading? Because little kids actually like stuff with more substance than what we read.), but seriously. Stop wishing. That's how lives get wasted.

I sound like an old Puritan granny, but it's true. Wishing is fun. My whole obsession (see every entry on this blog) was wishing. But what are you going to do when you're wishing that a guy is gonna come and take you away forever (hopefully this is not Stockholm syndrome...) and you're going to gaze into each other's eyes for the rest of your life? First of all, you have to blink once in a while. Then go do something. Let out your wishing on paper or something.

Okay. This just turned into a dosomething.org (product placement!) advertisement. Going back now...

If you squint and go through every book (it's painful, they're plots start to blur after a while), you might find a war book. Why are war books the only books with substance in the teen section?!

I prefer the children's section at the library more than the young adult section. There, you'll definitely find stuff with substance. For every book about some girl's dating problems in sixth grade (...), there will be 5 with real plot. In the young adult section, it's either escapist stuff or stuff you'll read in school, or really really old stuff. People still care about what their kids are reading. Not what their teens are reading. Please, if the bookstores and libraries aren't going to give us better stuff, we should still make an effort to stop reading escapist books. Go to a different section, maybe. That's what I'm doing. And I feel much smarter than my peers because what they learned from their books is that Bella ends up with Edward and I've learned all about my sense of smell. I know, it sounds bad, but your nose is underrated. And that's not my obsession with noses speaking.

Currently Reading The Scent of Desire: Discovering Our Enigmatic Sense of Smell By Rachel Herz see related