Is There an Amish Sign-Up Sheet Somewhere?

UPDATE

I've decided that things would be so much less complicated if I lived on a farm in Lancaster, PA. I could milk cows--though I'd never go within a three-foot radius of an udder--I could make cheese, or whittle things out of wood. The point is--I've come to hate public school, and all American teenagers in general.

Sure, sure, they're are exceptions. But not many. The rest of them deserved to be kicked in the vagina, or something alone those lines.

I know I'm not alone, but lately, it definately feels like it. Some of my best friends have stopped talking to me outside of school, and I kind of wonder if they're getting sick of me and all my jumpy-constantly-over-excited glory.

Oh, well. You win some, and you definately lose some.

BOOKS

I read this really awesome book called TH1RTEEN R3ASONS WHY. If you like really depressing books that make you sick to your stomach because it's hauntingly good, you should read it. Google it, because I'm not good at summaries.

MUSIC

I've started listening to a lot of Death Cab for Cutie, Family Force 5, Bjork, and the Postal Service per reccomendation from a friend of mine, so now, I'm passing that onto you.

If you're not into Indie/Alternative music, you may want to keep your distance from Bjork. She's a little bit out there, but I guess it's an acquired taste. Death Cab and TPS are mellow in some ways, and completely jaw dropping in others. Family Force 5 is, apparently, "crunk rock". Which makes me wonder why they're all white boys from the south, but whatever...They're pretty good.

I've been addicted to 3OH!3, and cannot stop listening to "Richman" and "I'm Not Your Boyfriend, Baby". Freaking awesome band, you've heard of them, and if you're into psycho-Colorado-hip-hop, definately look them up on LimeWire.

MOVIES

I saw 17 Again the other day, and despite the fact that the girls wouldn't stop screaming when Zac Efron was shirtless, it was actually a pretty hillarious movie. Point being-- I'd see it again. Want to go? Call me.

I watched Guarding Tess the other day...I cried. I don't know why I did, but that movie makes me cry. Poor Nicholas Cage :(

CLOSING

The show's over. Get lost.

Spam Blog? WTF!

Gugh. That's all I have to comment about because Blogger.com got a false-positive on my blog for spam? I was like: WTF?

So, if you're reading this, I sent them an unlocking request on January 22nd, and they're reviewing it now...

This really chaps my khakis, but I'll be back blogging like my normal self in no time at all...?

I know this update is really short, but that was really the only thing I had to say.

Thanks for reading?

Frusturation and Vitamin Water.

I was presented with a really weird simile today, and I think I should share it with the world, or less importantly...you.

"You and (blank) are acting like you're playing checkers. Why are you the one that has to make a move? It's like, you shouldn't have to remind him that it's his turn! What is he waiting for? To get kinged? What the hell! You shouldn't have to be jumping all over the damn board by yourself! You've had to remind him that you want to hug him before you leave after school. Why is he such a prick?"

I thought that was kind of funny, because it's true.

....

Oh well.

Life sucks, and then you die.

Strange Happenings :P

So...I kissed my boyfriend Andrew for the first time last night, and I'm strangely happy about it.

We saw Madagascar 2: Escape to Africa with a bunch of friends, because it was the only thing playing at the GLTG theater in the city where I live.

It sucked. The movie was...ugh. Just horrible.

The freakin' hippo and the giraffe fell in love and got married. The stupid lion was kidnapped from Africa when he was a li'l squirt, and he finds his parents when he returns. He gets bannished for losing his right-of-passage contest [he thought it was a dance-off, instead of a fight]. The weird uncle tried to take over the alpha-lion role, blah, blah, blah-- he kind of looked like my dad in a way.

My boyfriend's best friend, another Andrew, sat in the empty row behind us, and fell asleep during the movie, and barely said more than ten words the entire night...It was rather weird.

I went with one of my best friends Emylee, but I really wish my other best friend, Rachel could've gone. I called her house eight times in a row, and got the freakin' weird answering machine guy every single time. Grawr. That is all I have to say.

There Was a Barber and His Wife. And He Was Beautiful...

A proper artist with a knife.

Hello, reader[s] :)

Today, Wednesday, is a snow day. It really doesn't matter to me, because I'd be homesick anyways. I won't go into disgrossting details, because even if I don't want to talk about it, you don't want to hear it.



I watched Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street this morning, and I have a li'l review for you if you haven't seen it.



WELL then.



Johnny Depp as Sweeney Todd/ Benjamin Barker: Wowzas. That is all I have to say about that...okay, no it's not. His voice, being hardly trained, and yadda, yadda, yadda, was so perfect, and remorseful. I think the casting director shit a perfect gold nugget when she thought of hiring him. <--That was a weird expression. He and Helena Bonham Carter were such a perfectly creepy "non-couple".



Helena Bonham Carter as Mrs. Nellie Lovett: Another perfect casting choice. Duuuude. Sometimes you wonder how someone so bizzarre could have such a suprisingly good voice, but then you think of Michael Jackson. And he is very bizzarre. Her character is in love with Sweeney Todd, and you can see it in her eyes the entire time, which proves that she dove headfirst into the role. I thought Mrs. Lovett standing up to Mr. Todd all the time would get her a slit throat, but apparently that's not the worst that can happen.



Alan Rickman as Judge Turpin: His voice was exactly how I thought it would sound. He was such a prick in the movie (not to mention an adultry-commiting rapist--not that rapists care if you're a teenager), but being Alan Rickman, he was pretty convincing.



Jamie Campell Bower as Anthony Hope: Aaaah, British actors. If you think about it, there's really nothing bad to say about them. He had a really decent voice, and to be honest, he wasn't too ugly...



Sascha Baron Cohen as Senor Perelli: Bahahahaa...his operatic high note is still pretty gut-wrenching. It was quite sad what happened, but that's what you get for child abuse and blackmail :)



Jayne Wisener as Johanna Barker: Icky voice, but she looked like she fit the character pretty well.



Edward Sanders as Toby: Ahahaha. I loved the really wavy, platinum blonde wig...and suspiciously high voice for a fifteen year-old boy. He was super creepy at the end, though. Don't give a gin-drinking, canibalist child a cut-throat razor.



Note: If you have a weak stomach, this movie MIGHT not be for you. Don't freak out, though, the blood is so fake looking. It's like bright red...and really watery looking. I just love how it totaly spurts from the men's necks like a sprinkler. It's so realistic, you know :P

She Says What says..."What?"

So...I got back from Detroit maybe two-to-three hours ago (I think), and I don't think I could be any more tired.

I was watching Titanic in the car, and you know what I realized?

That is a freaking long movie. But it's worth it, trust me.

I remember a conversation between me and my two best friends (at the time) when I saw it for the first time...

[Note: This is during the scene where Jack and Rose are in the store room, and they're inside the random car]

Friend 1: Eeew...they're all sweaty.

Friend 2: Well, duh. Sex is probably a good work out.

Friend 1: ...

Friend 2: It's just like...cardio, right?

Me: ...

Friend 1: It's probably a good way to burn calories.

Me to Friend 2: Yeah...It's like working off the ten pounds of Kudos bars we've eaten.

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I think this movie deserved to totally kick some tail at the box office. I mean, have you seen Leonardo DeCaprio in it? Duuuuude. I bet Rachel would agree with me.

The most ironic part, though?

Rose: Floatin' around on the back of a door.

Jack: Freezin' to death because Rose is takin' up too much room, and they'd flip over if they shared the freakin' door.

Rose: I'll never let go, Jack!

Jack: Is dead.

Rose: Lets him go KERPLUNK! to the bottom of the ocean.

Now, I don't know about you...but I call that letting go.

It fills me with exasperation and weird feelings to watch this part. But I feel better in the end, because I remind myself that she's a bottle redhead. Aha.