Happy Tuesday... Er... Wednesday

Guess what, kiddies? It’s Tuesday! Y’know what that means? That’s right, blog day on Ballyhoo! As I sit here blissfully munching on a frozen Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup and listening to the heavenly melodies of the London Symphony Orchestra on my computer, I find myself wondering what kind of wisdom I could bestow on you today.


Of course my dear readers would not want to hear about the daily tedium of my life. How yesterday dragged on, despite some odd encounters with some people I’m sure were on drugs. How while walking barefoot outside, I managed to step on something sharp and now I walk with an awkward limp. Nor how I found some adorable jars and I’m planning to start a little jar garden along the side of my house. No, these moments hold no wisdom for you dear readers, so I will kindly skip over them.


Speaking of Tuesday though, I’m currently reading this cute little book called the Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff. The book tries to describe Taoist principles through that lovable little character, Pooh Bear, and his pals. Being a childhood fan of Pooh Bear and also being easily intrigued by foreign religions/ways of life, I often found myself thumbing through this book in the back of my local Borders book store. Well I finally bought it on Saturday and I’m glad I did. The reason I say “Speaking of Tuesday” is that there is a chapter in the book called Spelling Tuesday. The purpose of this chapter is to explain that how Tuesday is spelled is not important, not even the fact that it is Tuesday is important. No, what’s important is that today is today, and today is very important indeed. So, forget how Tuesday is spelled. Is it Twosday? Or Toosday? Who cares anyways? Enjoy today, because today is always beautiful. Happy Tousday everybody!


Yes, I know it’s Wednesday. I wrote this post yesterday morning, and as the day went on I found myself with less and less time to actually post it. Before I knew it I had fallen asleep on my English textbook, with only 3/4 of my homework done, and an unposted blog entry. So you get it today, on Wednesday, whatever.

Zombieland

Just saw Zombieland, midnight premiere, at Mira Mesa Edwards. Good theater, comfy seats. I ate too much popcorn and candy once again. I probably won't be feeling too great in about an hour. One of my little flaws, I just can't resist eating all of my movie concessions every time. Anyways, on to the movie.


First things first, pre-views. I do love pre-views. This time the pre-views were for The Wolfman, Shutter Island, a new remake of Nightmare on Elm Street, Legion, and 2012. The Wolfman looks like it's going to be an excellent movie and I'm very excited to go see it. It's got Anthony Hopkins playing some deviously creepy old guy (when is he not?), and Elrond/Mr. Smith as a cool detective-type guy, and various other actors and actresses I've seen before but I can't quite remember their names or characters. It looks like a decent thriller/drama, not too much gore, but enough "creepy effect" to give you that satisfying twist in your tummy, or maybe that's just the popcorn. Shutter Island looks a little too creepy for my taste, not in the gory sense, just a few too many crazies in one place for anything good to come out of it. Recognizable actors are Leonardo DiCaprio as the investigating cop, and the Jewish mobster guy from Lucky Number Sleven as the warden. Nightmare on Elm Street, it's hard to tell if this one will be worth squat. It could be a good remake, but their not using the original Freddy actor. As I said I couldn't really tell.


I'm not a big fan of the horror genre, I get paranoid and jumpy very easily. I can't leave my door or window curtains open for extended amounts of time, I'm phobic of mirrors and various other reflective surfaces, needles or anything similarly shaped, and when I turn out the lights my overactive imagination often plays hell on my sleeping pattern. Organs and such make me nauseous, dentistry makes me nauseous, heck anything remotely medical gives me creeps, chills, and nausea. So when it comes to horror films there's only a few I dare to venture through. These films are: 1. Horror comedies, I can pick up on cynical humor just as well as the rest of us. 2. Drama and Suspense with very little gore, if it has a good plot and not very many sudden scares I can handle that. 3. Three steps or less to kill it, vampires, werewolves, zombies... If they have a way to kill the monsters, then I can prepare myself instead of scare myself.


Anyways, back to the previews. Legion, another movie I'm not so sure about. Cool plot idea, but I've seen the pre-view a few times now and every time I'm a little less impressed. Sure, it seems like a completely action driven thrill ride, which I have nothing against, but I can just see the lack of storyline from the pre-view and some of the characters also seem a little underdeveloped. But that's what some people want in a movie, basic plot and lots of action. Lastly, 2012, another movie I'm not really looking forward to. The graphics look awesome, I'll give it that, but what kind of a plot can you have with the end of the world? It just looks like another movie with little thought and a lot of mass destruction. Oh well.


Now on to our feature film, Zombieland. I'll start it off by saying frighteningly hilarious. I'm still antsy from the adrenaline (and a little paranoid). Like a more upbeat version of Shaun of the Dead. Cleverly scripted and filmed to add in the main character's "rules of Zombieland". The characters are quirky and well-developed, flashbacks make for a more conclusive story-line, and the zombies (although frightening in appearance) are also quite comical in their walking and expressions. Lots of action, romance, drama, suspense, comedy, and zombies, lots of zombies. So grab yourself a twinkie and head down to the theater for a good adrenaline packed fun ride, but keep your shotgun close at hand. And a caution to those faint of heart, if you fear clowns there are a few moments that may give you a start.


I suppose that is all for now. I'll head to bed now and try to get some sleep, if I can turn off the lights...

T (ea) & (ess) A (y)

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been rather busy between school and my socially starved friends, not to mention my laptop gets no internet at my Dad's house. Excuses, right? Well, now that I think about it. Tuesdays really do make a nice regular post night. I seem to always have an abundance of time on Tuesday nights. Anywho...


I hate writing essays. I mean, I love writing. If you sat me down in front of a blank Word Doc and told me to keep busy for the next twelve hours, I'd have a blast and ask for more time at the end. Writing for myself, I seem to never get enough. But for some reason when a teacher tells me to write for them, I go all cold and stiff and find it hard to string two sentences together. And that is the point I find myself at now. Did I bother to mention the rough is due tomorrow? Somebody gut me and hang my organs about like Christmas. Oh, sweet eloquence, do not part from me at my time of dire dependance! But of course every time I bring up that dreaded document, there it is. That terribly familiar cerebral flatulence that graces my every essay.


So how do I combat this terrible force of anti-studentism? Tea is my savior. With enough of that warm, relaxing, caffeinated ambrosia, I could sit staring at that accursed essay all night until the verbal constipation gives. Unfortunately, that also means frequent refills and bathroom runs. If only my twiggy, heartless, skeleton of a teacher knew the pain she puts me through each essay she assigns. But this is college, you paid to suffer.

Tell Me Something I Don't Know

Didn't do much today. Besides my morning chores, I had about two hours of school, then I returned home to continue my doing nothing. I'm taking this career search course that's supposed to help me figure out what I'm good at and what I'd be interested in in the expansive world of work. Because, frankly my dear, I don't have a clue. It's been interesting at times, fun at times, but most of the time it's like reviewing a list of things I already know. Yes, I am aware that I'd make a god-awful P.E. Teacher. But, after reviewing all of my results, and going through some extensive research, I have found one unexpected piece of thought. I'd apparently make a brilliant florist. Of course, if this is true, then I should have no reason whatsoever to continue dumping money into higher education. Ah hell, I'll go back to aiming for book editor or movie critic. Although I do like me my flowers (or flars as I prefer to call them).


I'm dreading school tomorrow. Scheduling my classes this semester the way I did could quite possibly be the stupidest thing I've ever done. Fourteen hours of school on Wednesdays is far too much for any mere mortal to contend with on a regular basis. But I manage, mainly by messing around on my laptop, being very outspoken in Philosophy 101, sleeping through math, rereading The Name of the Wind again, and eating a lot to keep me energized late into my English class. I think I'll let someone else design my schedule next semester, someone with a better sense of time and balance.

New Beginnings and Old News

How precisely does one begin a blog?


I'd been mulling over the question in my mind for some time. I knew I wanted find an easier way to share my toils and spoils with my friends and family, not to mention the fact that my current idol the great Patrick Rothfuss has a clever and entertaining blog that I read quite frequently. A little voice in my head with a British accent and a much more verbose vocabulary than my usual prattle kept telling me that I could do it. I could be clever, and smart, and entertaining, and I certainly do seem to always have something to say.


But now I find myself fumbling with the right way to begin. Sure, I could talk about life so far, but that seems like a far too long-winded and less than adequate choice. And despite how good I am at talking about myself, it feels far too arrogant to do so without relating it to some other subject that is the center of conversation. 


Simply put, I'm a student at the local CC. I take interest in movies, role-playing, story-writing, games of all sorts, comic books (among other more conventional reading methods), mythology, animals, paranormal and/or spiritual inquiries, and movies. I've had a boyfriend for almost two years, and he is decidedly the love of my life, without a doubt, Andrew Peterson is quite probably an entity sent down from the Divine Something-Or-Other and meant to be the most perfect man in existence. And that's leaving off the good parts. In other old news, I have a sister who's not only goth but also the president of the local GSA (Gay-Straight Alliance). I have two dogs and a snake, of which I will probably post pictures of later. That's all the background information I'm giving, so you can go ahead and stick that in your juice box and suck it.


On to more pressing matters, not talking about me, at least not directly. I believe now would be a good time to address my highlight of the day.


Not picking up dog poop, not cooking dinner, not math class, my highlight of the day was a little discussion I had with my lover over lunch. He insisted upon carrying one of my bags for me, despite my protests. When we sat down on the grass and pulled out our pre-packed lunches, Andy began a little rant on why chivalry is dead due to feminism and why girls should consider chivalry a compliment. I couldn't explain it so persuasively or eloquently as he, so I won't try, but I can say he certainly left me amused and bewildered by the idea. Why is chivalry such a bad thing? Can't a guy carry your bags, can't he open your door, why do women have to be strong and independent anyways? Personally, I think it's damn cute when a guy's chivalrous. He's not treating you like a weak little flower, he's treating you like a queen. Andy and I finally came to final agreement at the end, that we had been born in the wrong era.