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Sunday, April 8, 2012

{Insert Cliché and Overused "Poltergeist" Reference Here}

Hello all!

It's been years! Well, not literally, but it feels like it has been!

Now, while I have no excuse for not posting during January or February, I have a totally legitimate excuse for March! Really! See, my laptop broke and it was this total mission trying to get it fixed! I had to go back and forth from Pasadena and on public transportation no less! It was horrible! It took me like two hours to get there! I just got my computer back on Friday, so I'm deliriously happy. At this point, no one other than myself gets to touch it. (Btw, shout out to Betty who helped me out and listened to my whining and bitching and stupid questions during this really stressful month!)

There isn't much to say about what I have been doing as I haven't really been doing much. I purchased a Kindle, so I have been reading more, but since I lacked a way to access the internet (my laptop is the only sophisticated item of technology in my household) I have been totally disconnected from the world and current news. And no, I don't buy newspapers, so that's not an acceptable method of gathering intelligence.

Currently I'm on dregs of Spring Break, tragically watching as the days dwindle away into nothingness, waiting on the day when I shall have to pick up my pencil and armor once again and set forth, to battle radicals and imaginary numbers. Oh, and all my other classes, too. But math is more important.

Which reminds me; I've been making a strange amount of math jokes... as an English (possibly Art History) major, is the allowed? Like, will they take away my English major membership card?

I've passed my computer-less days watching continuous episodes of Criminal Minds, which was pretty fucking awesome. I realized that CM is quite honestly the only show where I don't hate any of the characters. In every other show that I watch religiously (meaning I stream on the internet) there's always that character that just needs to get thrown off a building and just die. But not in this one. It was just a really strange observation, seeing as I am currently immersing myself into television after a year of non-immersion. Plus I'm making all these really cool connections and catching all these random references to random shit that it just so random!

Like, I was able to catch a Shakespeare plot line by watching like a minute of a movie. It's honestly tripping me the fuck out.

But in a good way.

Also, I'm getting published!! I submitted a few poems I wrote to my college's literary journal and they got accepted! It's not much, but I'm like super stoked about it! Like, my name is going to be in print and distributed. My name! This is huge for me! And besides, everyone has to start out somewhere! ;)

{Although, to be completely honest, I did not think that my writing debut, so to speak, would have been with poetry. Apparently, I can write it. Who knew?}

I'll post up pictures when the journal comes out, so you all can see!

P.S. Should I make a Facebook like page for this blog? That way I can also share other random shit I find on the internet and wish to share with my readers! Yes, all two of you! What do you think?? Leave a comment, or just nod your head approvingly in front of your screen! I'm psychic. I'll know. :)

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Old Review on "Twatlight"

So today, while on the bus, I had a conversation with my friend, concerning the horrors of the popular monstrosity knows as "Twilight," and the benefits to having Stephanie Meyer imprisoned for gross crimes against humanity.

I told her, I would show her the review I wrote a few years back... so here it is (This is for you, A!)

Review:

Name of Book: Twilight
Name of Author: Stephanie Meyer
Give your personal opinion of why or why not you liked the book: No. Just.....No.
This "novel" is one of the worst I've EVER read. Calling Meyer's writing "purple prose" is an insult to the actual color. She portrays, nay, glamorizes, an abusive relationship with bland predictable characters. The main character, Bella, is an overwhelming "Mary Sue" with a few "Mary Sue" faults thrown in to make her seem real. As a long-time fan of vampires, this "novel" depresses me. As a potential novelist, Twilight just enforces my theory that publishers aren't even looking for talented writers anymore. Meyer's use of repetition is annoying and the plot is cliche and overused. Edward and Bella's "love"is shown as nothing more than infatuation and obsession, seeing as he's practically stalking her and watching her sleep. Meyer gives no reason as to why her vampires do anything, seeing as they're indestructible and for some unknown (i.e. asinine, idiotic) reason they sparkle. This should have never been published and Twilight makes it clear that Stephanie Meyer should take various writing courses, because she cannot write, best-seller or no best seller.
Would you recommend this book to your friend? Why or why not?: No, I would not recommend this to ANY of my friends. Someone has to care about their brain cells, seeing as Meyer does not.

There. Done. Haha!

Monday, January 2, 2012

5 Things That NEED to Go Away

So I decided that today, I would blog about stuff in the general and pop culture that needs to go away. Hopefully, before 2012 comes to a close.

To start off:

1. Stupid piercings.

Is it me, or are plugs and gauges the tackiest thing to happen to the world since, well, ever?

I swear people are taking this piercing thing too fucking seriously. What's the point of having earlobes stretched at all? To feel special? Do you want to be a special little snowflake?

I honestly do not understand it. I've had people tell me "they're hot" or such other bullshit. Well, they're not going to be hot ten years from now when you have to get them surgically closed up, because your dumb-ass has fucking skin rings hanging down to your nipple.

2. Hipsters

Jesus Fucking Christ. What is it with the sudden influx of hipster-ism? They're like the newest incarnation of hippies. It's fucking annoying.

Bitch, it is not vintage if it costs more that five bucks.

This trend started with rich kids trying to be poor and now the poor are trying to be like the rich who are trying to be poor. Someone needs to cut one of those off. Especially where I live; It's like bitch, get your little idiotic thin-wheeled, multi-colored bike out of the fucking way before I have my friend run you over, 'mkay?

3. Shuffling

*Sigh*

I'm honestly not very sure on how prevalent this particular trend is now, but when I was in high school (which was like one or two years ago), shuffling was the "in" thing. It is fucking stupid. These little children with their annoyingly bright shirts and multi-colored shoes (which, honestly, hurt to look at) and earbuds in their ears, moving around trying to moonwalk and shit, trying so fucking hard to be cool or something; You look fucking stupid.

I remember this one time, in math class, we had just finished and we were waiting for the bell to ring (back in the day!), and this random guy decides to start fucking shuffling in the goddamn classroom like he's important. We were in a bungalow. In a bungalow, some taps their foot, and the person on the other end of the room feels it. This motherfucker, with his epilepsy, or "dancing," shook the floor so fucking hard that, literally, my phone and iPod fell out of my pockets.

I was about to stab someone.

Anyway; shuffling is stupid. Don't do it.

I honestly want to see this die before I'm twenty-one.

4. Mohawks

No. Just... no.

They're as bad as mullets, afros and home-perms. No. For the love of god, no.

Tackiest thing ever: Someone with a mohawk and gauges. Just kill them there and put them out of their misery.

5. Children in Revealing Outfits

I can't even. It's like asking a pedophile "Please! Come kidnap my child!" JFC! Every time I see a poor child dressed up like a two-dollar hooker or a little "pimp" it makes me want to punch someone! Honestly, what are people thinking?

Were you dropped on your head as a child?

What the fuck, parents?

~

Okay. Rants over. Lol!

Regardless, there you have it. Opinion, by moi.

Don't like it? Tough.

Thanks for Reading! :D

P.S. Leggings are not pants. Just fyi.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Boycott Reality Television; It's Fucking Stupid

So it's a new year. It's 2012, and it found me the way it always does; eating. I was enjoying a warm cinnamon buñuelo, made fresh yesterday, with a cup of cold apple cider. At this point, it's practically a family tradition. I hope all of you had a great time, regardless of what you did, be it getting plastered, spending time with family, or grooming your cats.

This blog post will not be about New Year's Eve, however. No; this post will be about something that pisses me off to no end. Something, that for anyone that knows me, I bitch about all the fucking time:

Reality Television.

I hate reality television with the passion of a thousand burning suns. And I don't mean competition shows like America's Next Top Model or RuPaul's Drag Race, which I don't personally watch, but don't seem to bad. I mean the stupid shows that follow around equally stupid people and their petty drama. Drama which, honestly, I do not understand why anyone gives a shit.

Yes, people. I'm talking about shows like Keeping Up With The Kardashians and Jersey Shore. These shows are about people who are not even marginally important in any way. Kim Kardashian, for example, who does absolutely nothing at all, and got famous off a pornographic video. Honestly, society? Are you fucking serious? Why are we giving someone so distasteful enough to display herself in such a shameful manner, then market herself to the world with said sex tape. Is that all anyone has to do? Film themselves having sex, release the tape, voila! They're famous?

It's stupid. How many of these people who shame pornographic actors, who can be considered the world's worst kept secret (everyone knows about them, but talking about them is taboo!), turn around and applaud Kim Kardashian taking a shit? A woman who is famous for exactly the same thing: taking a dick in front of a camera.

Seriously, I want to know. Why are they important? The "Guidos" on Jersey Shore. They do nothing except make fucking fools of themselves on Cable Television, and then endorse some fucking clothing line which the people gobble up like fucking starved maniacs. It's pathetic. It's stupid. And I don't fucking understand why people don't realize this?

(Note: "Guido" is considered a racial slur toward Italian Americans; do you think this makes MTV racist?)

These idiots do absolutely nothing for society; they're not doctors, they don't work, they're not artists, I'm positive most of them can't hold a note to save their sad existence... Hell! They're not even athletes! Generally, I have a low opinion of athletes and their not doing anything for society, but they, at least, do something for their money. Some of them just get pregnant at an insanely early age and get a fucking television show. Really? What the fuck. All these people do is entertain the idiotic masses with a sham wedding or a fucked up relationship and fist fights and they make millions.

There is something seriously wrong here.

I brought this subject up because there has been a recent phenomenon through the net; the "Boycott Kim Kardashian" website, which is comprised of a lot of ideas I believe are true. Here's the link. If you are outraged by this, I would suggest you sigh this petition and pass it along.

Really, we should have a "Boycott Reality TV" movement.

It's fucking stupid.

P.S. I mostly blame people for liking that shit, but then again, I'm a misanthropist. LOL

Thanks for reading!

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Psycho Leopard Cocaine Party!

So... it's my birthday. I am officially twenty years old and all wrinkly. Ew. Omg, Botox party at my house guys! You bring the needles, I'll bring the plastic surgeon!

Anyway, beside having the extreme weight of no longer being a teenager on my shoulders (I have responsibilities- ew!), and constantly defending my stance on still being nineteen (but I'm not, sadface), I had a pretty decent birthday. Last night I had to stay up and type up a paper for my Chicano Literature class so I had the change to celebrate my birthday while writing about the Chicano movement and spamming Lady Gaga on twitter to tweet me happy birthday. Yes. You read that right. Don't hate. #hardcoremonster

Well, while finishing that paper and preparing my extra credit presentation for art history, I was attacked by all of these well-wishers and happy messages, which was pretty nice. Generally, when people attack me, they're mad 'cause I told them the truth and they didn't like it. Haters.

So I went to sleep and I slept. I had a great birthday sleep, thank-you-very-much.

Then I was woken up by my overzealous mother giving me birthday-hugs and presents; honestly, I could get used to that. Presents when you wake up? Sheer awesomeness. Then throughout the day, I was spammed by everyone I ever met wishing me happy stuff and fun stuff, and hoping I had a great day. It was great! Thanks, you guys! :D My phone kept vibrating and it was so awesome, because I kept checking it during class, and I expected stuff to happen. It was great.

After that, Vicki and I went to go eat, where we stuffed our faces and planned for my bday celebration on Saturday, just me and my hoodrats, and what exactly we were going to do and such. She didn't get to buy me cheesecake, but it's okay; the opportunity will present itself once more. Cheesecake!

However, I still cannot believe that fact that I'm old. I'm expecting to shrivel up like a prune and have to wear glasses and start making racist comments, 'cause I'm old and senile. I'm like twenty. That's like sixty! Woe is me! My childhood is over! *insert dramatic pose here*

I expected to end the day unwinding, binging on Cherry Garcia whilst watching "American Horror Story" with Coug over skype, but she has to study and shit, so I guess I'll watch Grimm, eat popcorn and read Andy Warhol's philosophy. We are currently discussing alternative timings in which to do this during the weekend. : )

And thus, ends a birthday in the life of moi.

P.S. Happy. Strangely enough.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Nothing Special!

There isn't much to say today, other that I'm writing this instead of working on my three essays, while the deadline creeps closer and closer and closer. If fact, one is practically nipping on my heels.

Well, 'wrimo was a total bust. I was good up until the second-ish week, where I decided to focus a bit on my schoolwork. What a fucking mistake. Not only did I get nothing done on my novel, I had to do homework! Bleh! I did get farther than I usually do; 23,000 words. It gives me confidence to keep writing and that yes, I can write decently and my dream is not a total waste of time.

In other news, I was a poet for a whole three weeks. I am currently pursuing this, and I shall update on how well this goes.

While procrastinating on my Art History essay on Pop Art, I am, ironically (or coincidentally?) reading "The Philosophy of Andy Warhol," by Andy Warhol. It's pretty interesting and I love it! I also bought "The Andy Warhol Diaries" which chronicles about a decade in Warhol's life. For those of you who do not know who he is, it is called Google. Please use it.

Note: It's this guy:

I love this picture, by the way. The world does fascinate me; what with its sheer stupidity and hatred for anyone who doesn't fit a certain image. Oh wait. Sorry, my misanthropic leanings are showing.

Anyway, today I also went to Walmart. That was a bad idea. Despite dealing with a bunch of annoying people who apparently do not know how to drive a shopping cart, I was also afraid I'd run into a whole bunch of booty-bouncing women, with questionable hygiene, bouncing around randomly through Walmart, with a guy behind them, reading a shopping list. If you do not know what I am talking about, consider yourselves lucky and please for the love of a possibly non-existent god, leave it at that. For those of you who are so morbidly curious, please go to YouTube and search "Mr. Ghetto" and "Walmart."

Prepare to be traumatized.

In other news, I have learned more about the city I live in. I went to this secondhand bookstore in Downtown Los Angeles, and oh my fucking god. It's called "The Last Bookstore" and it's like the Holy Grail of bookstores. If Jesus was real and read books, he'd go to that bookstore. Just... if you don't live in LA, and are ever there, you must go. If I had my way, that place would be a national landmark.

Betty and I went there on Friday after class, and yeah... I spent like fifteen on three books. Just adding to my ever-expanding library, that if it gets any bigger, I will have a fire hazard up in this bitch. Seriously; my poor bookcase cannot handle any more books! Not only is it collapsible, it's also strained to it's limits! If there was a fire, I'd be trapped by a burning wall of fire. Insert fire-y metaphor here. It's bad. I don't even have any more space to put in a new bookshelf, damn it!

Speaking of Betty, she's part of a group that runs Future Retro Gamer, a website run by gamers, that reviews games and well, they review games in very humorous ways. They're hilarious! Check them out here! And here's their Facebook Page. They're great!

I also decided that on random occasions, I will start posting some poetry on here, so you guys could give me a review, and stuff. Assuming that my readers actually exist and aren't just a fiction of my imagination. That, and possibly comments, comics and random pictures I take on other people's cameras, because mine sucks now that it refuses to work.

Maybe I should buy a new one?

I must also buy a new bookshelf and shove it into my already-crowded room. How do I do this? I need a carpenter, quick! Fuck. I suck at anything handyman-ish. It's times like these where I wish I was all rustic America and wrestled bears and killed moose and wolves with my bare hands like Sarah Palin. Then I realize what I just thought/wished, slap myself, and go watch American Horror Story.

P.S. A "q" is not a "g." Sorry to burst your bubble.

P.S.S. I want ice cream.

P.S.S.S. Be my friend, damn it! I'm like the nicest person, like, ever. : )

Friday, November 11, 2011

'WriMo, Day Eleven

Sorry I haven't been blogging recently. I have just been sooooooooo busy!

Oh, about eleven days ago, I started NaNoWriMo on a whim. While completely insane (some would argue, idiotic) I have begun to enjoy it. I started crafting my plot during a dark and stormy night, Halloween night, to be exact, and have enjoyed it so much! I try to craft some of it during the day before sitting down and writing, but some of it had been total improv.

However, the lack of pre-planning has affected me in ways I did not imagine; that and the Statewide meeting, and the Yardhouse in Pasadena. It's been crazy. I'm already like 9,000ishwords behind and I need to start soon!

So, random update, and leaving.

Also: It's 11/11/11.

...Cool.

: )