I love Bjork. I don’t care what any of you say. She’s amazing and makes me feel like I can take on the world with my pinky toe and totally win.
And just as you thought you can’t take any more awesomeness, I celebrate finally finding work with another Bjok video, cause I love her and she deserves two postings. You only wish I worshiped you this much…and you were readily available on youtube…..and awesome like this….and sang like an awesome dominating bird of prey.
Enjoy the turn of the tides, people, hopeless dreamers and worldwide hopers….there’s heaven behind every set of closed eyes and open mind. Just let it begin.
Anyone who knows me and how excited I’m am today knows good and well why blogging right now. I can’t seem to keep the hell still waiting for the midnight showing of The Hunger Games.
So I decided to put this shiftyness to good use and write something down. Like how effing excited I am to see Cato in all his slendor. Yeah yeah, I know he’s the bad guy, but think about it: In this story there really isn’t a hero, and there really isn’t a villain. But even before I knew the “bad” character would be played by the quite-a-bit-of-aiight-looking Alexander Ludwig, I was still fascinated with the character. He, along with the other career tributes are just doing what they do, what they’ve always been taught to do. The whole story, to me, is that you really can’t root for anyone, because everyone is a product of this horrible environment their government has produced for them. In the end, they all just wanna freakin’ LIVE, you know?
But what do I know? I’m just an avid reader, movie-watcher, and all-around awesome person who should be taken seriously.
In all seriousness, though. I couldn’t be more excited to see the Hunger Games tonight.. in 6 hours and 9 minutes, to be exact…not that I’m keeping track….cause what kind of crazy, obsessed (awesome) nutball with no life does does that? O_O
Have fun, all my readers who are headed to the reapings tonight…and may the odds be ever in your favor.
Bam. Yeah, I said it. WHUT? And look for this:
Wait, first take a cold shower…THEN look for that….then take another cold shower!
I’m sure Josh, Liam and Lenny will look stunning, and they will keep my attention well in the “non-Cato” moments, but let’s be serious, people, nothing like a favorite story being made into a movie with a character looking EXACTLY like you pictured him. Holla!
Well, hello internet people! I have been holding off blogging about my problems because I truly enjoy being one of the few people who doesn’t whine about their lives. But then again, if all you ever see from me is humor and sarcasm and funny pictures, it doesn’t make me seen very human, does it? I’m totally human.. I do human-ish things all the time. Like sleeping…been doing a lot of that. It helps me to regenerate my super-human strength. Since my heat vision has been on the blink lately, this would be a good thing.
Well, the search for a new job after being laid off a couple of months ago is still on. I shudder at the thought of having to lower my standards and salary requirements, but that may have to happen soon if I don’t find something decent. I guess that’s part of life. A suckish part of life…but then suckish things are also a part of life…which can well, you know…suck.
However, on the bright side, I have gotten a LOT of writing done and my first novel is edited and ready to pitch to Agents and Publishers. I’m now struggling through penning a decent query letter so I can reel them in like a BassMasters champ. Brighter still is the vacation I’ve gotten from the real world by delving into a books, movies and short stories for inspiration.
However, sometimes sad things happen. Like this poor, mangled Netflix arrival that limped itself into my mailbox:
It arrived in a plastic bag (also pictured) with a printed apology titled “We Care” on it that I’m sure was made just for me. I’m sure the computer wept as it printed these heartfelt words assuring me of how it somehow wasn’t the post office’s fault my Netflix movie became depressed during the trip to my home and mangled itself in, no doubt, some botched attempt at suicide as it made its way through the mail sorting machine.
Not to worry, people. I was able to watch and enjoy Crazy, Stupid Love without any skips or complaints despite it’s suicide attempt on its way to my house. It was a cute movie, too, I must say.
I still plan to trudge forward with a smile on my face as I try to make my writing dreams come true while simultaneously trying to land a job that won’t make ME want to toss myself into a mail sorter on the way there every morning. Trust me, I’ve worked in enough call centers to know exactly what I’m talking about with that one.
I guess the sarcasm managed to sneak it’s way in anyway, didn’t it? Oh well. I can’t deny who I am. But I also can’t deny looking at all these problems with a smile, because that’s ALSO who I am. I plan to keep my head in the clouds where it belongs and keep floating forward as only a dreamer like me can do.
Wish me luck, citizens. Though I’m normally a pretty lucky person, it doesn’t seem to stop the bankers from twirling their evil mustaches and laughing their evil laughs waiting for me to fall behind on a payment so they can swoop in like the evil horde they are and take everything away I’ve worked so many years for. I often wonder if they consider repossession a sport, much like polo or something. Hmm….
I also broke an arm snowboarding last week, so typing with one hand has not been the funnest of past times. A writer with a broken arm is a little more sucky than I originally thought. At least it’s allowed me to type slower and do a better spell check on things, which can only make a document more stellar, right? Well, that’s what I’m telling myself anyway. Yes, I both talk to and answer myself regularly. Once day, when I’m published, it will be considered “eccentric” instead of just plain insane.
Anyway, everyone take care! I’ll be back with an update on the adventure, (or lack thereof) that is my life!
