COULD WE START AGAIN, PLEASE?

Can I start over?

I want to move abroad, get a job, live paycheck to paycheck and never look back.
Is it weird that I see nothing wrong with that?

It's not that my life is totally horrible right now, I just feel like I've hit a dead end.
New friends, new scene, new job. That's what I need right now.


New.
Or maybe just a perspective change.
I've got to get out of here.

And how did I not see this when it first came out? I do agree much more so than last years list. Especially with Bale, McAvoy, Owen, Bell, oh hell, everyone. But that deep seeded adoration of Christian Bale circa 1992 has yet to fade away. I may just be in love. Ohhh dear. Picture time!

excellent.

INTO THE LAVA.

Really Jonas Brothers? The lava??

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Didn't see Hamlet 2. Or Tell No One. Or Man on Wire.
Basically, I've been working non-stop and only have time to pass out to Veronica Mars when I come home. I've been really sickly lately but hopefully I can muster enough energy to run in the morning with my new shoeses. I want to run, but I hate being sick, and working constantly, and that no one is home, and that I'm always tired.

Well, rant over.

What the hell's a rant?

THAT'S A SUBURB - THEY PROBABLY FIGURED THAT OUT.

So, happy birthday to me (last Friday) - what a way to celebrate at the theatre with The House Bunny, Death Race, and a slew of other cinematic gems opening.

Ew.

As far as going out nights goes, it was okay, but as far as birthday celebrations go, it was definitely subpar. I don't blame anyone in particular as I had no set plans of my own, so whatever.

After reading the review for Hamlet 2 on Pajiba I REALLY want to see it. Maybe someone will go with me tonight, that is, if anyone is home/in town/not working. It's kind of sad that all of my friends, except for maybe a handful are back at/in school. No one is here!! I'm kind of brain dead currently, leading to the less than coherent/regimented posting. Hopefully I'll be better when they hire someone else at work and I don't have to work 55 hours a week. Ew.

Wow. I really went overboard on the s/l/a/s/h/e/s/...

ALSO.

I ordered my MurderTank tee!! And I'm EXCITED ABOUT IT!!

DUDE.

Check it out.

I made my face.
Awesome.

And yes, that's how I really smile.

A LONG TIME AGO.

Re-watching the third episode of Veronica Mars.

...the Kane's look...not the same. Weird.

SIDECARS ARE FOR BITCHES.

I hate this new work schedule.
Until they find someone else to round out the Sushi Duo into a Trio, Daphne and I have to trade off working doubles. And it sucks. So this week I work lunch Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday from 10-2/3, then I come back in at 6 and work until about 9. And on the days that I don't work lunch I get in at 4 and work until 10/11. Ugh. Blowsh.

I cut my finger today and didn't realize it and then I got some pickled ginger juice in there.
That hurt like a BITCH.

Veronica Mars Seasons 1-3 on sale for $18.99 at Target! Get it people!!!
The Target I went to today only had Season 3, and I bought Season 1 on Tuesday, so as much as it pains me, I have Seasons 1 and 3 but not 2. Struggles. Maybe I'll buy it on my break tomorrow, since I have to work all gorram day and they won't be open when I get to leave. Sidenote: I wish I was Kristen Bell.

List of Today - Show's I'm Excited for This Season (In Alphabetical Order):
1. 24(!!! The Jack Bauer Power Hour RETURNS! And with a movie predecessor no less!!!)
2. Heroes: Villians (I'm glad those responsible for last season have been dealt with in a manner suitable to most Communist torture regiments)
3. House, M.D. (duh.)
4. It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia (let's chop cats, bitches.)
5. Supernatural (BRING DEAN BACK KRIPKE. THIS IS NOT A JOKE.)

I haven't decided if I'm going to watch Grey's or Private Practice (Another sidenote: Kate Walsh would be an acceptable substitute if I can't be Kristen Bell). And what happened to Entourage? Shouldn't that be on, three weeks ago? And I love The Office, but I can't remember the last time I watched it live, so I can't imagine that will change either. So that's my five. And with that, off to bed.

WHAT THE EFF?

Seriously. China sending in 14 year olds?

Doesn't everyone remember North Korea? THEY WERE BANNED! Get your shit together, China! It's not like you couldn't have handed us our asses with legit competitors! We practically gift wrapped that gold, well, Alicia Sacramone did, but I'm not going to argue the fine print.

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But how incredible was Nastia Liukin's bar routine?! 16.9?! She should have gotten more, but since the scores were biased toward the Chinese that would have taken a miracle. 16.9. Absolutely breathtaking. She's such a stellar gymnast, and only a few medals away from being the most decorated American. Shannon Miller of course holds the current record, and why wouldn't she? She was an all-around badass by any standard, and damn right Nastia is right up there with her. Yes, Shawn is adorable and you just want to fold her up and put her in your pocket and carry her around with you, but Nastia has proven that she has the 'legs' to withstand a long, challenging career in gymnastics.















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Dear Michael Phelps,
We all know that you know that you're amazing. And well, you are. But could you show a little bit more enthusiasm when you finish a race an entire body length (which, considering the length of your body...that's like four tallish toddlers...) ahead of even the second place competitor, let alone the eighth? All we're asking is for a smile as you glance up at the scoreboard, even though you're out of the pool drying off while people are still finishing. Maybe a little fist pump? Just a thought. Also, one more thing, I know your iPod is like, super tight, but it's getting out of control. Let me just be real with you, knock it off. It's your freakishly large body with your absurdly flexible appendages that are winning the races, not your tunes.
Best,
Your Biggest Phan.

THRILL ME.

Why are all these blogs about people's babies?
If my mom did that, and I grew up and heard about/saw it, I'd be P-I-S-S-E-D.
Scrapbooking hasn't monopolized these people's brains enough?

List of today - Things I Love in Spite of Stupid Baby Photo Chronologies Posted for All the World Even Though No One Cares and No, None of Your Family Reads That Ten Page Letter You Send Out Detailing the Exploits of Your 'Special' Kids That Year:
1. The American Teen screening with the cast last night. (Photos soon of my autographs.)
2. James Franco.
3. Lint rollers.
4. mycokerewards rewards.
5. "Paper Planes," by M.I.A.

NO TIME FOR LOVE DR. JONES.

Let me just get one thing clear. Growing up, my favorite movies were Batman, Terminator, Robocop, and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. That's right. Temple. Not Raiders. And certainly not Last Crusade. Now here's the part where I justify.

I didn't understand subtext as a small child. Kudos to you if you did. And I didn't understand the importance of protecting this 'ark of the covenant' from this 'nazi' guy. I was seven. Did I understand the drinking contest in the beginning with Marian? Nope. Did I understand the fear of snakes? Surely, but when they pull him up from the other hole with the Nazi flag, that one just whizzed right by me. Plus a monkey died in that movie. There is one reason above all else that my love for Temple of Doom thrived with the power of many suns. It had the better girl.

Even though it was Kate Capshaw and much talk was had about her purpose or way of getting the role, for a seven year old girl, who albiet loves movies that aren't for seven year old girls, felt for the singing, beautiful, and high maintenance blonde. Sue me.
"Innnnnddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!"

PLUS Temple had Short Round, one of the most fantastic kid sidekicks of all time. My dad used to tell me that when I could drive I would probably need blocks on the pedals like Shorty did (I'm fully grown and can reach the pedals and see over the wheel thank you). And the danger was so much more imminent and engaging in Temple. Yes, Hitler and the Nazis are terrifying individuals and there is much scaring to be had, but keeping the ark away from some guy that I didn't see until the end? How about trying not to get your heart ripped out of your chest? Or possession after being whipped into submission to drink blood? And then you get everything under control and there's mucho rushing water in a small tunnel that leads to no where? To me, that's pretty damn immediate.

Ark may have the better story (Temple = kidnapped kids + missing stones + child king under voodoo magic + KALIMAH!), but Temple has the danger, the girl, and the sidekick. So that's where my logic is. And while other people talk about how 'scary' it is and how 'creepy' it is, prepare to meet Kali in Hell.

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY?

Dude.

duhduhduh duhduhduh duhduhduh duhduhduuuuuhduh.
Excitement.

How bad ass???

I knew it. I knew it was coming.
But this is not the future my mother warned me about.
And in this future, I don't know if we can win this war.
THIS IS JOHN CONNOR.

ROLLIN' AND TUMBLIN'.

So I watched this documentary on Bret Easton Ellis, This is Not an Exit. and featured in the film were exerts both read as voice overs and re-enacted with a less than intriguing cast of unknowns (save Rachel Weisz as Lauren Hynde). On the whole the film itself was less than intriguing and I didn't even finish it. Sorry Bret, but it sucked, and I don't think you were really yourself when you did it. And were you really driving a Jeep Grand Cherokee? Anyway, I digress...

The gentleman that portrayed Patrick Bateman in these boring horrific read-throughs goes by the name of Dechen Thurman. That's right. Uma's brother. None other. Anyway, check out that link, or rather Google Image him to get the full effect of what I'm talking about (apparently he's also an avid yogi, second from the bottom). Now that you've got an idea, compare that to the delicious and marvelously talented Christian Bale who fulfilled the role perfectly in the 2000 film adaptation. Different, right? Incomparable, even. But then Lars said something (it's that damn masters ... bastard.) and it got me thinking - what if Patrick's appearance and machismo are just in his head like the murders? What if everything that he goes through is just part of one big tumor affecting his total outlook on life? The murders, which I guess is also unclear - but so is the whole gorram book - didn't actually happen, he just imagined them, so why isn't it possible that our envisioning of Bateman as he describes himself: amazingly good looking, incredibly fit, "a hardbody", and basically a very buff Christian Bale, could also in itself be an illusion? A hoax? A TOTAL MINDFUCK?

But then I told all of this to Chris and we decided that the murders, as only occurring in Bateman's very disturbed mind, is unclear. We don't know that he wasn't just able to cover it all up since no one really knows anyone anymore. Especially in very hip and expensive Manhattan circa 1989.

My whole point in this is that you think you know something. Not that American Psycho is easily tackled and humped into submission, rather as you're humping it kind of just stares blankly at you and kindly asks if you're finished. You think you have the Mouse Trap all hung together by it's rubber band, then someone lets the dog in and it tramples the fucking game board and you lose half the pieces. Moral of the story, don't play Mouse Trap on the floor. In other words, my attempt to further understand the nuances of Bret Easton Ellis has lead to my clinging for dear life to any shred of reality that I can comprehend in either the novel or the film. Then I read this and I have even less of an idea of what the hell is going on in either of them. The only thing I know for sure is that I still want to have sex with Christian Bale, and I think I need a drink.

For good measure, here's something that usually keeps my mind off of the fuckedupness of the flick, Christian's face.