Science Fiction, Double Feature

So tonight was the "Rocky Horror Picture Show" tribute episode of Glee. I was so stoked for it, i really was! Like, I watched the actual movie like thrice in preparation for it!

Yeah...it was awesome.

Well not as great as I thought it was going to be. For instance, "Sweet Transvestite" was slightly butchered (nothing to bad, just some parts cut off i.e. "Satanic Mechanic..."), "Sword of Damocles" was not performed at all (which annoyed me, because it is personally one of my favorite songs from the movie), there were no dressed up party goers and not to mention that nothing after "Once In A While" was performed. Nothing. Not "Rose Tints My World" (Which I love!!), No "Eddie" ("When Eddie said he didn't like his teddy, you knew he was a no good kid!), No "Planet Schmanet", etcetera.

This really annoyed me, especially since they included "Over At The Frankenstein Place", and not "Rose tints My World"! I mean, I get it why, not enough time, they couldn't have the actors cross dressing in slutty lingerie, but still! It should have been part of the end or something!

Other than that (which is kind of alot, lol), It was pretty good. "Hot Patootie- Bless My Soul" was performed perfectly. There was swing dancing and trumpets. Awesome. "Touch-A Touch-A Touch Me" was pretty fucking awesome, too! Best of the bunch, in my humble opinion.

The ending of the show's plot was kind of lame, but they finished off the tribute with the Time Warp. Not even I can complain about that. Whoooo, Time Warp!

"Let's do the time warp, again!!!!!"

And after "Glee", there is this new show called "Raising Hope". That thing is fucking hilarious! Haha! People, watch it. I'll be very disappointed if it's cancelled like all those other shows Fox has made. Lol!

Okay, so I haven't posted in a few days (even though I don't know if anyone reads since no one comments *hint!hint!*) because I've been so busy with school! I probably won't be able to post that much this week, either. I'll try, between editing my essays, writing my critiques, and reading a thousand or so pages for my World Literature class.

After my midterm, I'll post for sure! I'll try to do something about politics, or something.

Easy B+

Today I saw Paranormal Activity 2.

Despite my misgivings, when i considered the first one, it was pretty decent. Because truthfully, while watching the first one I laughed. A lot. The twenty minute lull between the scenes was boring and annoying, and truthfully I wanted someone to die by that time.

(Btw: Spoiler Alert!)

But! Despite my attitude toward the first one, I really enjoyed the sequel. Or in this case, the sequel that is actually the prequel. Or the prequel in the beginning and later on the sequel. Or is it a sequel? Anyways...

The movie is actually supposed to take place before the first one, and it explains everything in the original. Like, most importantly, why the demon was following Katie around. Or why she didn't like talking about her past experiences with the demon. It turns out it was after her nephew Hunter, because of a deal that was made with the demon by their great-grandmother. And since the kid was the only male child born after the deal was struck, the demon was after him. Kristi (the mother and Katie's sister) became possessed by the demon, and in order to un-possess her, her husband decided to "pass on" the demon to Katie, because it only could be sent to a blood relative. So then, after de-possessing Kristi, the events of the first movie pass, and Katie shows up to their house, killing her sister and her sister's husband and stealing the kid.

Truthfully, I kind of blanked out during the middle of the movie because one of the theater employees was checking ticket stubs, and I did not have one, so I was freaking out and trying not to draw attention to myself. Feel free to interpret that any way you like. : P

All in all, the movie was good, and I do not regret risking a possible fine or banishment from the theatre to watch it. Heh.

There is a back story to this, however. We were going to originally watch "Paranormal Activity", but since I was not Twenty-One, and my cousin was underage, I did not count as adult enough to take her with me. So we watched "Easy A", again- for me at least. My cousin had nto seen it, and I was not surprised that she liked it. It's obvious now that good taste must run in the family. Haha! : P

Watching it a second time confirmed exactly how much I liked it. I fucking love that movie. Starring Emma Stone and that guy from Gossip Girl whose name I don't care to remember, it is easily the best movie I've watched all year. It's like evidence contrary to the perceived death of Hollywood movies. Crammed with pop culture references, from "Ferris Buller's Day Off" to "Carlito's Way", and witty (not to mention sarcastic) dialogue, it is described in one word: Awesome.

With a capital "A".

This movie is one I will buy and add to my extremely small DVD collection, right next to "Party Monster" and some B movie starring Nicholas Brendon.

This afternoon/evening was truly the most fun I've had in awhile. While in line for popcorn, we ran into my little sister, her brother and a few of her friends, who were there to watch Jackass. We watched Paranormal Activity together. Ironically, the scariest part of the day did not occur when we watched a possessed bitch kidnap a small child, but when the beefy man checking ticket stubs stood right next to our row. I've never stayed so still in my life! Hahaha!

Shoutout to my cousin, Sammy! Thanks for taking me with! : D

Chlorophyll and World Literature

So I had my midterm yesterday, which turned out to be pretty decent. We didn't completely screw up the lines, just kind of tweaked them so one could understand what the hell we were saying. It didn't come out too badly. Also, we were pretty funny, especially at the beginning, despite that apparently our blocking sucked, but then again, we did not work on it that much, so no problem.

Sadly, we were all split up into different groups. : / Hopefully, we don't stop talking...

Anyways, in other news, I've started reading Les Liaisons Dangereuses by Choderlos De Laclos. It was given to me by my former English teacher, Ms. Woodrow, who has given me many other books in my personal library. (Don Juan, The Aeneid, Herodotus, to name a few.) The book is in letter format, and it's about two aristocrats, a couple of years before the French Revolution, who start playing this game of manipulation and seducing innocent convent girls. While I have not read that far into it (so far I understand the "innocent convent girl" part), it seems intriguing, kind of like a classical version of Gossip Girl or 90201, etc. Sounds fun. Haha!

Random Fact: Who Knew? I like mushrooms. : )

The vegetables! Not the drugs! Haha!

So apparently, on another completely unrelated subject, I have to study for my World Literature class, since my midterm is on Monday of next week. While this does not sound to bad, take in mind, I have to read over, just, you know, everything. From Mesopotamian, to Greek (which I refer to as 9th grade revival), to Early South Asian, China, and Roman. *Sigh* This completely blows, but truthfully I have no one else to blame but myself (yes, I admitted it, surprise!), for not reading the whole thing when I was supposed to. Thankfully, they're interesting, so I don't have to stab my own eyes out with pen. So I'm thinking I'm start reading the 500+ pages later on in the afternoon, whilst at Starbucks. If I even decide to go. FML.

You know if I were to post that on the FML website, I'm sure I would get like a zillion 'YDI' responses. (YDI = You Deserve It)

I should get started.

On the Stroke of Midnight...

It's almost midnight and I should be doing my page summary on masks in Ancient Greek theatre, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I've decided to just wake up early tomorrow and finish it, and I should just memorize my lines (and write a new blog post) before going to bed.

My acting midterm is tomorrow, I'm sure I've mentioned it. I'm doing a scene from "Lysistrata" with pretty easy lines, the problem is, memorization. *Sigh* I've almost gotten them down, though. I just need to work on my cues!

It is now officially midnight, as I write this.

We actually have everything ready: we made masks out of plastic and Crayola magic modeling clay/foam, whatever the fuck it is; we've created a costume, which consists of a makeshift miniature toga, a plastic sword that's meant to represent an erect penis, and draw-on abs on cardboard. The chorus is in tune, we've practiced blocking, we have expansive sexual innuendo (bordering on sexual harassment, actually), our masks are painted and all that's left is memorization.

I hope it goes well!

Truthfully, I want to set the bar for the other groups. I want them to watch us and be like "Fuck, we failed", whilst we laugh in mirth. I also want to "wow" the instructor.

On another note, tomorrow, sadly, we are assigned new groups. I really dislike this. I would hate to get someone who can't act and doesn't even try, or someone who isn't willing to participate. Like I've told my current theatre troupe- if I get people like that, expect to hear me screaming my head off. Constantly.

I want to keep my current group, dammit!

Okay, well this has gone on long enough. I have to get back to work, so I'll blog later on today, since it is after midnight.

Wish us luck!! : )

In Honor...

Today is a day dedicated to the memory of those guys who committed suicide because of homophobic bullying. Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh, Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase, and Billy Lucas- This post is dedicated to them and all of those that are victims of anti-gay bullying.

Sadly, Ignorance is prevalent among people today- be it because of their upbringing or because they're just naturally obtuse. How the hell can someone call someone else a "fag" or a "faggot"?In all seriousness, Would you call me a "spic" or a "wetback"? Would you call an African American a "nigger"? Would you call an Asian or Asian American a "chink"? It's as if people seriously do not fucking understand what an insult it is. And, to the question, if you would do all that, then you are scum, in my not so humble opinion.

Brief English Lesson to all of you out there: "Faggot" is actually a term used for a bundle of sticks tied together. It is also, officially, an contemptuous word for a woman. Seriously, look it up. It's only used, sadly, as slang. I

But in relation to the "faggot" thing, do people know exactly how stupid it makes you look if you describe something as being "gay"? I wasn't aware that an inanimate object or situation had a sexual orientation. You should write an article for a scientific journal or something, since you must have some type of psychometric abilities to be able to tell that!

Also, I must note, this is called "Sarcasm". [sahr-kaz-uhm] If you are not familiar with the term feel free to google it, or visit Dictionary.com- these two should yield the definition.

It just pisses me off when people say stupid shit like that. Some idiots cannot even respect a day to honor the dead! People who committed suicide because of ignorance and prejudice like that! Calling today "Faggot Day" and stupid shit like that. Do you know exactly who you're insulting when you say stupid shit like that? You're insulting some of my best friends, some of my family members, my little sister!

So yes, I get pissed off when people say shit like that. It's not cool, it's not funny, and it just makes you look like an ignorant ass- which you probably are.

Either way, regardless of what type of bullying it is, it os wrong. Anything that can drive some poor kid to kill themselves is wrong and should not be condoned under any type of circumstances.

I was going to continue to blog about my day, but I can do that tomorrow. Please, read what I posted and truly think about what you are saying next time you say "fag", "faggot" or refer to something as "gay". Think about the people who commit suicide because of the ignorance and lack of tolerance in this country.

And, for those that know me personally, (which is probably a large number of you) I don't actually have a little sister, by blood anyways. She's one of my best friends, whom I see and call my little sister, because to me she is exactly that- my little sister.

Also, concerning the racial slurs, I used quotes to signify that I was not using them in that context. Putting them in there is just to compare and to drive the message across. I apologize if it offended you.

Thank you for reading.

"In The Jungle, The Mighty Jungle..."

So at the moment, I should be practicing for my Acting Midterm, which is a scene from Lysistrata. Apparently, I'm playing an aroused Athenian male, which I symbolize with a sword. Heh. Phallic symbolism much?

We just went through the actual acting, which is now looking pretty fucking awesome. I'm sure if I was the audience, I would be cracking the hell up! At the moment we're discussing costumes: I'm considering using a short piece of canvas I stole from my art class in high school (which for some reason I still have), and getting a piece of cardboard and painting abs on it.

Apparently we're singing now. How very "Glee" of us. Haha!

I want food. I'm starving. I'm actually considering just going to "The Hat" real quick, and then coming back...but bleh. Don't want to.

Randomness: Earlier I bought a Venti Caramel Frappaccino, my first one in months (literally months), and I was drinking it in the rain. Ha! Take that society.

For now, howling and more singing. "Jumper" this time.

TBC***************

Blog post continue at 8:05

And Ivan, if you're reading: Edited at 7:56. : P

Well, now I'm home, after grabbing a bite to eat with Cliff and Sabrina. We went to Subway, and I had this whole issue with the lack of mayonnaise packets. Long story short: I had a cup of mayo and had to spread it on my sandwich with a straw- not fun.

I now have the task of thinking about my costume for my midterm. I have to looked like a sex-starved Greek warrior, which is bound to be really fun, if slightly awkward.

Anyone have any ideas?

Just took a quick twitter break, and I found out Indiana Jones is Trending!! Sweet! I fucking love Indiana Jones! Except the new one, which to me, isn't really part of the series. Haha! Only Raiders of the Lost Ark, Temple of Doom and The Last Crusade are considered part of that!

Although, to be honest, I would love it if the movies were continued with a new actor, kind of like James Bond. Only Indiana Jones isn't a book- but it should be! Though, knowing Hollywood nowadays, it'd probably be horrible... And I just found out there's an Indiana Jones video game for Xbox!! I am so buying one, now! Someone tell me, can an Xbox360 play original Xbox games?

Okay! Enough about about Indy. Haha!

Damn...this post is like the most random shit ever! Hahaha! And there's thunder as I type this! This is fucking awesome!

Btw: I have to go to a showing of the play "Measure for Measure" by William Shakespeare on November 5th. I get to visit the same theatre I took field trips to during my whole High School career! Awesomeness!

REMINDER: People wear purple tomorrow! In the honor of those kids who were driven to suicide by anti-gay bullying! Anything/anyone that drives someone to suicide is wrong and must be stopped! So please, in the memory of those poor guys please wear the color purple tomorrow! Doesn't matter if it's a small thing, just wear it!

Ideally, I Should be Inhaling Some Type of Caffeinated Beverage

Today was a challenging day. Very challenging. I began my day at midnight, working on my research paper for my World Literature class, analyzing the many aspects and themes of Euripides's' The Medea. Needless to say, it was not very fun. Coming up with ideas and new paragraphs at 3 am was downright horrible to say the least. I finally finished around 6 am, with various paragraphs about how Medea was just a wronged woman, and had a right to revenge, etc, etc.

I was all happy, really to press print and go to sleep, when I remembered- the bibliography. The fucking, god damned bibliography. . .

So I had to run various searches, through various search engines, in order to find the way to cite your sources, which had to have been the most tedious thing I have ever, ever, ever done. Ever. So I printed it out, half-asleep and with no caffeine, and irritated as hell. Those of you that know me, this is what we call "Super-Bitch Mode", in which, yes, I will yell and completely verbally eviscerate anyone who says something stupid of sends a funny look my way. (Btw, in the middle of typing this I decided to uproot myself from my seat at the kitchen table and moved to my bed. Can you say, convenient? I love my new laptop!!) So I was finally allowed to knock out around 7 am, and allowed to sleep until 11 am or 12 pm, which was a nice 5 hour nap.

I woke up the warmest I have ever been, and my bed was so comfortable, that I slept for another twenty minutes. And another ten after that. And another five after that. When I finally woke up, I showered, ate breakfast, courtesy of my mom. It consisted of some blended health drink and a cinnamon raisin bagel. After that, I collected my papers, which were strewn about like if a hurricane hit (remember: Super-Bitch Mode) and got a ride to campus.

After I arrived in class I sat down and had a conversation about the tediousness of writing on Medea, with the other people who write on the same subject. Apparently, it was a popular subject. I then spent an hour and a half being taught about Confucius and Daoists, and THEN I get told that the essay, the one I spent 6+ hours on that morning, is due next Monday!!

What the Hell?!

So I'm not really sure, is it a blessing in disguise or just an FML?

Because now, with more time I can edit it and improve it. Hell, I could probably write more and use more sources, not to mention I can move stuff around to make in generally better. 'Cause, seriously, I was so desperate for research, that I quote Sparknotes. Sparknotes!

Well anyways, now I'm supposed to be working on my Myth and Lit essay, for which I need a conclusion and some severe editing...

So wish me luck! Haha! : D

Come on! Let's all OD on Tylenol!

Bleh. I'm starting to get a fucking headache.

Well today I went to sleep at 6:30am and the woke up at 2:44pm, after pulling an all nighter to get 80 percent of my mythology essay done, which I kind of did. I am supposed to compare and contrast three different creation myths from different cultures. I chose "Genesis", "The Creation from The Eddas" and "Creation of Uligarra and Zalgarra", which are Christian, Norse, and Sumerian, respectively.

I got maybe 80 percent done, today. It's probably total crap, but it's better than nothing. Unfortunately, I have another 6 pg essay due tomorrow, which completely and utterly sucks. Which I'm also not going to finish. I will try, don't get me wrong, but 75% chance that I will not finish. But thankfully, my professor kind of forgets about the assignment, which why I have so little time, to begin with, so she might forget about it. Besides, if I don't finish, I can always turn it in later, which ensures that it will be better than whatever crap I slap together today. So I'm not so stressed about the World Literature essay (the 6 pg. one), but I am concerned about the mythology one, which sadly, does seem to be pure, unedited crap.

I woke up, kind of headache-y, which is to be expected after staying up for so long, seated in front of my computer, typing about inane shit I don't really care about. Truthfully, I would rather be working on my research paper on the Tuatha-De-Danann, if I had to be working at all! I want a break. Lol

So now, before I dive back into the fold, I am munching on pizza and potato chips, relaxing my stressed-out mind, and trying, desperately to wake up. I love this pizza, btw. It's like the best breakfast food in existence.

I have half a mind to go find that Tylenol bottle I purchased on Friday and pop a few. The other half just wants to sleep.

So, wish me luck on mu impossible task, and hope that I can actually install my printer correctly, so i can actually edit those essays from hell. Hahaha!

Okay, To Begin With....

To begin with, I'm making this new blog in order to chronicle a new chapter, page, volume, etc, in my life. The other blog, Midnight Stargazing, will stay up, but I no longer feel the urge to write on it. I fell it has become a chore to write on it. And while I love it, and it kind of hurts to replace it, I feel I have to move on. I will most likely not post on it anymore, but you know, never say never. That blog was the beginning of my writing dreams, of my true personality, and where my true "uniqueness" gathered a form. I thank all of you who read it and commented, deeply and with all my heart, and I hope that you will continue to read this new one. Sarah, Rainy, Daniel, Jazmin, Robin, Stephen, Rithwik, Sean and Mathilde, who all read and commented, thank you. : ) I lost touch with some of you, hope you will come back, I do truly miss you.

To you new readers, have fun. Stay. Welcome to the slightly insane world of Raul.

The title, whilst a little weird, has a story. A couple of months back, before I had finished High School, and I still talked to my father's side of the family (I don't anymore, for reasons I will disclose later on) I was talking to my cousin. I had told him that earlier that week that I had just scene the movie "The Devil Wears Prada" and while it isn't the manliest of movies, I really liked it.

He had never seen it, so I gave him a quick synopsis of the movie, telling him about the characters. I explained to him, and he said that the bitchy woman, whose name escapes me at the moment, reminded him of me. And I was like "WTF? Bitch." Because I don't know why it would, since I'm the nicest thing since sliced bread. ; )

Well anyhow, later on in the day, after I bought my mandatory box of Pocky, he turned to me and said "You know, you should write your autobiography and call it 'The Devil Wears Doc Martens'."

He said this because of my obsession with my Doc Marten boots, which I had bought myself as a birthday gift late last year. I love those boots. : )

Now, today, a day after I bought my new laptop, a macbook (btw), I had decided to keep writing in my blog, which I totally missed. I began my first real post in months, very long months, and I couldn't write it. I just couldn't. It felt like such a chore. I tried to write a word, it didn't work out. A sentence was horror. Don't even ask me about paragraphs!

So, earlier today, after trying to write a post about Halloween, I found that I couldn't. It just wouldn't come to me, despite the fact that I missed blogging so much! Like, I tried replacing it with notes on facebook, but no! It was just lame! It felt like a cheap imitation!

So after some soul-searching (and some procrastination, which I continue to do, haha) I came up with the idea of creating a new blog, something which I said I wouldn't do, because I wanted Midnight Stargazing to reach epic lengths. But it didn't, and it wouldn't since it was such a chore for me. And thus, "The Devil Wears Doc Martens" was born.

And now, enough with the procrastination! I must return to my evil essays, which I must finish! So thanks for reading, comment, and expect many future posts!

Au Revoir!

-I really hope I spelled that right! : P