I love that today has had inclement weather. Not horrid, like some would expect, but it’s been fantastic. Hard rain that turns soft hours later, the constant aroma of wet grass, and of course the breezes that flow effortlessly. Good day off.
You wouldn’t believe how waking up to Daft Punk can improve your mood, but goddammit, does it do it’s job well.
- me: hey
- everyone else: no
“You’re giving me garbage?…” —
I had some, and I’m not lying, “Oat Blend” for my after work dinner and I had hoped it was going to amazing, so I added two bananas, but it TOTALLY SUCKED! The honey flavor and almonds tricked my brain. Most epic of Sadfaces to ever sadface. SEE WHAT ITS DOING TO ME?! I USED SADFACE AND SADFACES!
My fingers hurt from popping all the bubbles from my Starship DVD. Also, still need the Elliot to my J.D…like that will ever happen.
Lessons learned from SCRUBS.
*whisper*F.N.G. stands for Fucking New Guy…shhhh” —
I was fucking around with it, and I spent about $100 on it. Now, I’m in love with a close friend, have my dream house, and stuck where I was when I started. Man, its ironic how in real life its completely opposite of what I have in simulation.
I’m uncharacteristically pissed off today. I just wanted to actually hang out with people.
I found out that I had more plans on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, but nothing went through. Literally, no message or reason went to the receiver. I really just to need to get out of here.
The good things about this depression: My clothes are fitting better, I can stand looking at myself, I don’t expect anything to happen so when shit goes down I’m indifferent to it.
Bad things about this depression: I stay up for 23+ hours, I rarely eat and when I do its barely anything, I don’t get excited as I should with some situations that would make me explode, my attitude at work, inefficient activity levels, loss of humor, and I have more but don’t want to type them…
Yeay me… I’m still just going to go fuck off…
So needless to say, I wanted more time together…
First time director, unwanted R rating, and a main character no one in the audience can feel sympathetic towards, DBAD fell too short to make any splash in the written regards.
I was really hoping that within the confines of it’s make-up, Don’t be Afraid of the Dark was going to shine through. It has one of the best modern horror or thriller and fantasy writers of today, and just great work behind it, but it comes out as a mess. The promotions and advertisements depicted DBAD as a creepy, child endangerment film, like the other del Torro produced flicks, but that’s about where it stops.
First time director, mix up with the rating, and a god-awful main character, it was a wreck from the beginning. Sally, the little girl, comes off as nothing but a bitch to everyone thanks to Bailey Madison’s “I’m only eleven and I’m acting older than I am but still have to act like I’m a child when I haven’t had a real childhood to begin with,” and that is the reason not one person in the theater could identify with her.
I don’t want to recommend this movie because its not that good. But, hey, if you like Guillermo del Torre’s writing and sense of fantasy, check it out. You’ll have fun looking at his drawings as always and all the mythology he stuffed in there. That’s it, though.
I never got to tell you thank you, so I’ll do it now.
Thank you for being there and letting me get it all out. I love listening to all of your stories and actually catching up. I needed to have that, especially with you, and I hope that we can do something else again, soon.
I don’t know why you thanked me afterwards, because I honestly didn’t do anything. You always do that, and I never know why.
I know what I said was pretty hard, but hey, at least I told someone about it, and luckily it was you who listened.
Anyway, I’m going to go fuck off now, and hopefully I’ll stop being a little bitch about everything. Talk to you later, I hope, maybe…