Tues, Mar. 27 // 8:59 pm

Machine is listening to: I've Seen It All, by Bjork from Dancer in the Dark. Speaking of Dancer, I finally rented it. Well, astraea and I went to Blockbuster and picked it up together. Then we came home and worked on a story we've been working on together for a while, beat each other up (literally, we do it quite often... we just wrestle and bust each other up), did some shitty homework and then popped in the movie.

WELL! My fucking God! I have a new favorite movie. This movie is... amazing. It is filmed differently than most films, for start. It gives off a very realistic impression, sort of grimy sometimes. It works perfectly, and adds to the realism (and at othertimes surrealism) of the film. I love the way it is edited, too. Bjork breaks your heart, with one of the best and most shocking performances ever. She is so beautiful, and so cute and timid... and so innocent. And the movie itself is tragic. I cried in it, seriously. Just thinking back to it and it's most heart-wrenching moments makes me well up.

The movie also appealed to astraea and I greatly because of our love for music. For those who do not know, Dancer in the Dark is very musical. In fact you could actually classify it, at some points, as a musical. And during those dance/musical numbers, your breath is taken away! If, of course, you are into something truly artistic and-- at times-- abstract.

But amidst all this, the movie is disturbing. If you are like me and get swept up with the story and become truly involved (and sometimes in love) with the characters, Dancer is certainly one that will disturb and shock you. I found myself, at points throughout, gasping and screaming "No, Selma!!". Yes, I may be lame... but fuck you, I loved this movie! Go see it, but I don't suggest it for the closed-of-mind.

Enough of my film reviews, now it's time to bitch about the Oscars, in which I am slowly losing faith. Not because of the fact Kate Hudson didn't win-- I'm sure Marcia Gay Harden turned in a better performance, though I have yet to see Pollock. Nor is it because Benicio won, because I knew from the start we was going to.

No, I'm bitter this year because Gladiator won best picture, first foremost. It was not the best pictures. Traffic, was a better movie. Crouching Tiger, was a hell of a lot better! Even Erin Brokovich (sp?) was better. Also, Russell Crowe should not have won. It was a good performance, maybe, but not good enough. Same with Julia; she acted good and well as Erin, but I didn't see much variation between how she played Erin and how she played, say, in Pretty Woman or Runaway Bride... it's just not Oscar stuff. But it's all hype, and you can't really talk sense to the masses.

Don't get me wrong, Russell and Julia did really good, but just no that good. I don't know who should have won, but I'm not sure they should have.

Also, I'm pissed (after seeing Dancer), that Bjork did not even get nominate in the Best Actress category. Is the Academy blind? Or do they only prefer to look into big box-office movies that appeal to the masses? Arg. If I could give the Oscars a kick in the ass for anything, it would be for that. Oh, and also giving off the Best Song Oscar to that shitty song by Bob Dylan.

In other news, I talked to Vy on the phone for a long time. Really long. It was entertaining, especially when she got tired and eccentric and started asking about my "fuck life". But it was fun, and I can never tire of her Tilly-esque voice. It's so adorable.

I had a lot more to say, but I'm tired and I have to type up this big-ass thing for work for tomorrow. I've been typing and working like a dog today. Caught up on 5 Math assignments and 3 Biology projects. I'm tired and want to sleep or die. So I'll go do one or the other and write more tomorrow.

 Sun, Mar. 25 // 10:29 am

Machine has, again, eaten his own words. This is something I do quite often, so I'm used to it and take it in stride. What about this time? The JA Banquet I went to last night with Nora (aka Annra, NoNo, Annora).

The food was sexcellent, I must say. First you got an appetizer (salad with orgasmic dressing), then your meal. I can't remember the name of the main part of it, but it was chicken stuffed with yummy cheese and ham in a mushroom-cheese sauce. It came with taters and some veggies. Then for dessert was this chocolate espresso mousse cake. Then came the awards which I managed to survive only because Nora was both nominated for and won an award. We were both surprised. I had to supress the urge to shout out "You go Bitch", seeing as how formal it was and all.

The dance really made the night. I went in with preconceived notions that it was going to suck. But my day lightened when I saw that Jen Punk-Rocker McV and Erin were there. And while the music sucked, we made the best of it and went out there and danced. Our dancing was completely different from all the other people, but it was fun. And eventually some of them even tried to do what we were doing. Flattering, ne?

It was pretty fun. The music, of course, sucked. But that is to be expected. The only time the shitty DJ played something good was when he put in a Greenday CD. Me and Jen almost got in trouble for starting up a circle pit which must have been a sight; we were both dressed up and swanky and nice.

So that was the Banquet, which I had fun at despite my bitching beforehand that it was going to suck. In other news, I got my treadmill. I had to get up at around 7:00 am yesterday to set it up. Buuuut, I'm glad I did because I am using the shit out of it. Whenever I'm bored or an ICQ conversation lulls or I want to watch a movie, I get on it. The only bad part is that once you get off after a thirty minute jog or run, you feel weird because your body is used to it, I think. I get a bit woozy and suffer some motion sickness, but it's nothing a Gravol won't cure.

Funny sight it must have been yesterday, when I was on the treadmill and watching Anna and the King. Running like mad on the tread as the "uphill mode" slowly reached its climax in both speed and incline, all the while supressing sniffels and whimpers as I watch one of my favorite movies on the television. Oh, good times. But I think I put more weight on one of my legs when I run, so it gets worked more, and I'll have one calf buffer than the other. Ha.

I love Marjorie Miss, even if she and Yasmin won't let me love Joe. And now I really have to see Dancer in the Dark. I love musicals, I love sad movies, I love the plot of the film, and I looooove Bjork.

This entry is getting long, I see. I need an honest opinion from someone (anyone!): are my entries too long? I never really noticed until yesterday when I was looking back at some archived entries. They were really fucking long. How can people have sat through those?

Well... *salutes*

 Fri, Mar. 23 // 1:20 pm

I'm sexy! / I'm cute! / I'm popular to boot! / I'm bitchin'! / Great hair! / The boys all like to stare!

Oi. astraea, Kim (Unger) and I took over my neighbors' house while they were gone and ate their food and used their downstairs TV (a big one with big speakers) and watched Bring It On. Shoot me if you want, but it was a really good movie. I didn't even get bitter about the stereotypical misconceptions of cheerleaders around the world. I liked how almost half the squad was guys, even if one was the epitome of all chatches (Jan). And the guy who played Torrance's boyfriend (Aaron is the character's name, I think) really needed to blow his nose-- he had the most nasal voice.

But despite that, Eliza Dushku (who played Missy in this movie, as well as Faith on the Buffy and Angel series'-- which I need to catch up on soon) is the sexiest person on the face of the planet. I shit you not. Herself, and Anna Paquin and maybe someone else, though I've yet to figure out who. And I'm still trying to decide who I think the sexiest guys are. Les' character on Bring It On was cool. I want him. Heh.

Even regardless of all that, though, the movie was just good. During the routines and such and the sound/music and the movie in general... it just kind of energized and gave off a tingly, excited feeling. Blah. Maybe I'm just crazy? Or maybe it was good. Who knows? But in other movie news, one of the video stores near me finally fucking ordered in a copy of Dancer in the Dark. I've waited a long time to watch that movie, along with Almost Famous. Having already seen the latter, I still need to hunt down and rent the former.

I just had a moderately deep conversation with Jeremy. I was a bit surprised I said as much as I did. I basically barfed out a big chunk of my theories on certain people and why I've never gotten along with them. I feel bad for him now that he's got the slimy mess that is me all over him now. *offers tissues*

Vy is not here yet. She is supposed to be coming to visit her cousins, and then spend time with me. I'm not disappointed tonight, though, because I spent time with Kim and astraea, and watched an ass-kicking movie (one that I figured I'd never like).

But despite all the good things that have me looking even slightly up... there is still school. Such a cancerous lump in the fleshy waste that is my life, school has become. Okay, so maybe my life isn't a fleshy waste, but school is still a cancerous lump. I'm slowly getting behind on all my assignments. I'm distancing from my best friend and have been ever since he started going out with Elizabeth. Today I learned she got pissed at him (Oreo) because he was talking to me in Visual Arts. I don't get people sometimes. But Liz is wonderful, so I try not to let it bother me.

My pita entries are starting to get far too long. I'm afraid I am beginning to bore everyone, so I'll leave now. I need to try and figure out what I plan to do for the rest of my long weekend, as well as find me some coffee. Adios amigos. *salute*

 Mon, Mar. 19 // 8:08 pm

Since I'm going nowhere tonight, I figured I'd write an entry. Machine writing, by the way, in case you couldn't have guessed. Where the hell is that Merideth girl with that entry she said she'd write?

School was weird today. I just floated through it with my head in the clouds. Don't know how I managed that... but I really didn't think at all about school work all day. I was stuck in my own thoughts. It was like watching me laugh and converse and talk with everyone from a distance. Needless to say I basically faked every emotion at school today. Oh well. Fuck the world.

Speaking of school. I found out all my marks for this semester. I'm proud, but I know they'll all slip: Math is 87%, Language/English Arts is 96%, Visual Arts is 92%, Biology is 97%, and Fine Arts/Drama is 98%. Go me. Ha. Don't worry, they'll all be 70s by the time I'm through the semester. And speaking of classes, I have no clue what I'm gonna take in my senior year. I took all my grade eleven Sciences in grade ten along with my grade eleven Math, all my grade twelve Sciences and Maths in grade eleven. I'm going to have lots of room for electives or spares. Preferably the latter.

Today was a good day. It was warm out, but gloomy and windy as hell. I went for a walk with No-No. Then astraea came over and we watched the first half of 10 Things.... When she left the sun was just breaking through the sky and it was actually really beautiful. But my camera was loaded with b&w film and it would be a waste to take a sky shot with it.

Sunday night was the family gathering to celebrate me getting older. I got presents, and Maegan came and so did astraea. So that's good. The parental units gave me a new phone and some movies, in addition to a new car. I haven't seen it yet (my car) cos they still have to finalize everything with it... but whatever.

Saturday I didn't do anything until late-late, when Vy picked me up. She's so wonderful ^_^ She's hardly ever in town but when she is I love it. Neither of us sleep. And I like her voice. She reminds of Jennifer Tilly, only with blonde hair. She smokes like a chimney though, and I think she got me hooked again. Which is not a good thing because the only things in the world I am allergic to are cigarettes and smoke, despite the fact I smoked for four years. But she's beautiful and has the cutest car, so all is forgiven. What are lungs when you have someone like her?

She's likely reading this, so Vy: "All the signs you ever needed to see were always two feet in front of your face. If looked for once, you'd maybe finally put out the fucking smoke and have a seat." *goes into hysterics*

5 minutes later... Kay. I think I've got myself under control. *sigh* That's a tear wiper. Sorry for the inside jokes, compadres. But I couldn't resist.

VoI has completed their review of our site/writing. And we got the highest rating! Veins of Ink! *sighs in relief* I was so worried we might have done badly. But we did great. There's a load off my shoulders right there. Go read our review!

Awww, but I'm jealous of Marjorie and her cartoon version of herself (and of her writing, too... and her superior posterior). I'm also jealous that her and Yasmin are taking all of Joe's love. What about me?

Anyhow. Nobody writes in their journals, especially Jeremy. And it is really starting to piss me off. Write, Jeremy, dammit.

I want Easter Break. It's gonna be so much more fun than sleeping and school. Yuck. How can people like sleep? It's a terrible waste of time. Blah.

My tummy hurts. I need to pop some pills and feel good. So... I'm outtie.

Uh-oh, I'm listening to The Execution from the Anna and the King soundtrack. Must not cry, must not cry, must not cry...