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I have included a few lyrics to give you a sample of what I do when I'm bored or when I get a creative surge in the middle of the night.  I write a lot; at school, at home, in my car (which I don't recommend-- it's dangerous)...I write all the time, and song lyrics are just one of the many ways in which the crazy ideas in my head can be transposed into a visual form.  Well, feedback is always encouraged and much appreciated...as long as it is constructive.  Feel free to ask me what stuff means too. 

Ohhh...where you goin'? You want to ride in limo like Barbie? (Chinese accent preferred).

So, I saw "New York Minute" last week, and let me just say for the record, that it was by FAR one of the WORST movies I have ever seen in my life.  It was so horrible that I laughed...a lot...Not because a single-kernel of it was funny (besides the above quote, not the hard-on one, the other one), but because it was soooooo laaaaaaame.  For one thing, the Olsen twins can't act for the life of them.  Secondly, the film is just one big excuse to put the girls on screen for 2 hours in as limited clothing, and as much make-up as possible.  Oh yeah, and the plot-line was oddly familiar.  Um, kind of like all the other straight-to-video movies they've done, only...HEY, it's in the Big Apple this time instead of London, Paris, Australia, Timbuktoo...Poor things.  Such monopoly, money-making tools. 

In other news, I feel that some serious apologizing is in order, and that is to my dear friend Laura.  I have been a real poopy-head these past few days, and it stinks.  No pun intended.  And Laura, being my confidante, my right-hand woman if you will, takes the blunt of it all cuz of course, she is the one I vent to.  So, it's that time of month and my family has been nothing short of unpleasant and belittling to me, but that is no excuse.  If me being in a sour mood isn't enough, I showed up late to a rock-show last night that I had asked Laura to view with me, and she gave up valuable sleep time to see it. And because I showed up when it was almost over, it was a waste.  Granted, I show up late for pretty much everything, and even though I did have a bit of a viable excuse since I had been stuck in traffic coming home from Orange County and o.k. so I stopped to get food, but it is still no excuse.  I do not like being a poopy head, nor anything even remotely associated with a bowel movement for that matter, so I declare from this day forth, or at least for awhile, to be poop free. No Huggies required.

Yep. This is what Science looks like to me...A freakin' foreign language.

And so the saga begins...
The search for the one who can bring me to Scientific bliss.
The one who can show me the path to the land of "understanding (Enzymes, Lysosomes, Competitive Inhibitors)..."

Ahhhh...the good old days of grade school.  The days when wearing bright green biker shorts under your purple skirt was a fashion statement, and Slap Bracelets were a force not to be reckoned with. 

I chatted with my 13 year old sister last night online...and 3 of her friends.  She gave them all my screen name apparently because now they all think they're my friend.  I swear, nearly everytime I sign on to AOL, I have a new 8th grade "buddy" to talk to you. Mind you, our conversations consist mostly of "LOL," "OMG," "he he," "ha ha," "LMAO," and other Instant message slang they throw upon me, as if making up new and improved abreviations of words (and words they can't say for fear of their mommy or daddy walking up behind them) is some kind of huge victory.  I'm not complaining completely though.  You see, they laugh after pretty much everything I say, which leads me to believe that everything that escapes my lips (or fingers in this case) is LOL HILIARIOUS!  Here's an example of a conversation I had with one of the girls last night...
(Fattcattoreo is the friend. I'm the chick who's crazy for coco).

Have you ever seen a movie that is so funny it makes you cry-laughing?  Or how about a movie that is so genius, so strange and out there, and so freaking good you just can't believe it exists?  If you're nodding your head "yes" (and I know you are), then you know what I mean when I say that "Napoleon Dynamite" was "IT" for me.  From start to finish, I was cry-laughing, confused, entertained, and enjoying every minute of it.  I can't say that for a lot of movies these days (except "Wicker Park," which could have been a horrible movie, and maybe to some it is, but I wouldn't care just because Josh Hartnett is in it).    While I did not find the answers to a lot of life's big mysteries, or unlock the key to ending world hunger, war, and disease, I did find a wonderful film that I will eventually own, love, and cherish for hopefully a long time to come.  In the grand scheme of this thing called life, that is all I need to be happy... And "Wicker Park" on dvd.  And Josh Hartnett.  And a big, Victorian house, shiny Lexus SUV, and a bunch of rediculously over-priced clothes with my name on it. 

On second thought... go see the movie people. I promise you will not be dissapointed.  O.k., so it's very strange and nonesensical at times, but that's what makes it so funny and original.   You just have to see it for yourself.  My raving simply is not enough to portray just how wonderful it is.

In other news, in a few weeks I'm performing in a show for a friend of mine-- she's helping her roomate out with a new clothing/accessory line she started, and they're having a semi-fashion show five weeks from now (although, I should mention that none of us are getting paid for it.  We're doing it out of the kindness of our hearts).  I volunteered for the role of "rocker ballerina," and will be dancing to Billy Idol's "Cradle of Love."  The best part is not so much the dancing (which will not be very fun at all, as I have to re-learn Pointe in a month!), but the costume-- a black and hot-pink tutu, black fishnet tights, hot-pink Pointe shoes and ribbon laced up my leg, in addition to full-out rocker faux bangs (you know, the ones that have become trendy as of late), dark and dramatic make-up-- Shoot, I'm going to be one HOT ballerina.  If all goes as planned.

Well my weekly subscribers, I hope this entry suffices considering I haven't written one in over a week.  Did you miss me?....
I'd prefer if you didn't answer this last question.  Take care and have a KICK ASS weekend!!!

Quote of the day: kid:"What are going to do today Napoleon?"
                          Napoleon: "Whatever I want to do! Gosh!"

   Imagine: you're driving along a toll highway in east Orange County on a bright, sunny Saturday afternoon, minding your own business and humming along to "Death Cab for Cutie," when all of a sudden you come across the above sign.  It is a hot day, very dry and perspiration inducing.  This does not provide much comfort when the words "DANGER" And "FIRE" are flashed before your eyes.  However, remembering the fires of the year prior in which nearly every bit of greenery and combustable material was burnt to a crisp, you are momentarily relieved because you know there is really nothing left on the dry soil that can engulf in flames...or is there?  Suddenly, your palms begin sweat and so does your forehead...or is that just because you turned your A.C. off a few minutes ago to conserve some gas?  Who knows.  But you do know one thing-- you're just the slightest bit nervous at the possibility of a fire breaking out anytime, just because you're there of course.  You are, after all, the cause of all world conspiracy and natural disasters...including fires.  It certainly doesn't help that you are driving more and more east in the direction of vast hills of dryness, that you assume to be the center of the fire hazard scene, that stretch out as far as the eye can see.  Eventually, you come to your exit which happens to be just a mile or so away from the fire-breeding hills.  Whew, *wipes sweaty brow*what a relief...

   ...If you haven't been able to tell by now, the "you" in the above scenario, is actually "me."  I had to work a party, or actually, two parties in Orange county yesterday. Laguna Niguel and Dana Cove to be exact.  The drive was not too bad considering I left my house at 11 a.m. before traffic really becomes a burden, and made it to my first destination 30 minutes early-- this proves to be annoying sometimes, as I'm stuck there sitting in my car, sweating, getting annoyed by the heat, and trying to dodge glances from passer-byers who stare at me strangely, confused as to why I'm dressed like a Disney Princess.  As time has gone on, I've become more and more desensitized to these stares and laughs, to the point where I now just stare back at them questioningly, like: 'what?! You've never seen a Mermaid before or something?' 

   Needless to say, the parties went relatively well, despite the fire-scare, or rather my paranoid dulusion of a fire-scare.  And in the end, here I am-- alive, fully-functioning (although that is a matter of opinion), and without any heroine tales of narrowly escaping a fire-hazard zone, hills ablaze, and living to tell the tale.  I wish I did.  Maybe some day.  But for now, all I can attest to is narrowly escaping a bat-beating to the head...A pinata bat, and a Cinderella-wigged head.
Flame you very much!

 

It has come to my attention lately, and perhaps others have noticed it too (but basically, if you haven't, you're either blind, living in a dark cave with Usama Bin Lauden with no television, or dude, I don't know...), that the 80's are like TOTALLY making a comeback-- From the My Little Ponies, to the Care Bears, to Strawberry Shorcake, to Rainbow Bright, and countless other toys and memorabilia like t-shirts and backbacks that are now gracing the overly cluttered aisles of stores such as Target and Walmart.  You can't seem to escape it.  Even chunky bracelets, beads, pointy shoes, and bright pinks and greens are a main staple in nearly every store.  I admit, that I have become increasingly guilty of buying these useless, and ridiculous treasures.  But I have no regret at all (Ah...his words Willy HUNG so well...he he...I'm such a dork).
My fashion sense as of late has become rather questionable, as I've tried to appear more "mature" and "sophisticated" by wearing simple, classy shirts and coats, and then I'll go ahead and pair it with...bright pink heals?...heart bracelets?...neon jelly bracelets?...Bright pink Chandelier earings?...Bead necklaces?  Thrift store steals?...Band shirts from the 80's?...Shirts that have stupid sayings like: "Wanted: A guy who knows how to handle a gorgeous car?"...It seems that my fashion has taken a turn towards confusion, or as I like to think of it, it is caught in between two completely different time periods.  On one hand, there is the part of me that is totally "young, hip, mature woman," "feminine but understated," "cafe' latte meets Cosmo magazine meets Pilates-enthusiast."  And then there is the other part of me that's screaming: "Rebel! grrrrr." "Rock chick 4 life!" "free-spirit!" 
I'm sure Freud would have had some wonderfully insighful guesses as to what all this means.  I suppose, like my habit of eating ice cubes, "dysfunctional fashion" he would say, is a "reflection of my sexual frustrations and inner turmoil."  Or, as doctor Phil would say, "I am simply stuck in a transitory state between womanhood and adolescence."  Whatever it all means, I don't really care because I'm enjoying this new fashion-exploration,  and I'm oddly enjoying the random comments from old ladies, like: "excuse me deary.  I just noticed your jacket there and realized, I used to have one that looked just like that."  Well, granny, this one could very well be yours because I bought it for 2 bucks at a Thrift store.
In other news, I love the new 80's influenced music that is coming out (and even some revivals from the 80's) like: The Killers, Franz Ferdinand, the Strokes, the Walkmen, and The Cure and The Pixies who are making a comeback.  I even heard that Duran Duran has returned to the music scene.  This is so awesome!!! Man, I'm in heaven right now.  
And by the way, my favorite cartoon of all time is from the 80's...yep, you probably guessed it...RAINBOW BRIGHT!!!  "Rainbow Bright see the Shining light..."  awwww memories.  
Oh yeah, and I went to San Diego this weekend and saw my parents and my sisters. It was a very nice visit.  My mom and I went shopping, and of course we bought 80's stuff.  I got new pink shoes, and about 20 bright and colorful bracelets, plus a few other odds and ends.  What can I say, mom's come into handy sometimes.  I also took my dog for a run at dog beach, and he ended up getting butt-humped by a huge labrador.  Butterscotch (a male golden retriever), just looked at me with big, confused eyes that said, "mommy, I feel very violated right now."  Apparently dogs can be homosexual too.  This dog was a male.  What else would explain that kind of grotesque public display of affection?  In any case, with the help of the gay dog's owner, I was able to free poor Butterscotch from harm, and save him from any serious damage. 
Well, I hope this incredibly long entry makes up for my lack of posts recently.  I've been busy kids.  Don't be mad. I still love you.  Do you love me?  You know you do, cuz I got that mad 80's style.  Did I mention that I like chocolate?  Well, I do. And chocolate eaters are very lovable people. Or so I've heard.. 
Now that is a sweet piece of chocolate you might say...(only one or two people will get that. sorry).