Silencio!

Filming went terrificly! Sadly I have a feeling I may never see those scenes again. What a shame. I will have to steal some footage of myself sometime… which I think is a little bizarre. My favourite part was definitely the keys-to-crotch throw.

In any case, the post title actually has some significant significance this time. DAY OF SILENCE is coming up. Don’t know what this is? That’s okay – it’s what I’m here for (partially). Day of Silence is an international intitiative to spread awareness about issue of anti-LGBT bullying and harassement. Basically students take a vow of silence for a day (it happens to be Friday, April 25th this year) in order to demonstrate the silence felt by people with sexual/gender orientations which are considered to be different from “the norm”, because they are afraid to speak openly about it. For more information go to the event’s official website: http://www.dayofsilence.org/ , since I realise I am not a world champion at explaining things.
But yes! If you are a middle/high school student and don’t have too many meetings to go to this friday, support the LGBT community and participate in Day of Silence!

In other news, I finally bought the dress. Many things about it have taken me by surprise (the lenght, the price, the number of tries it took to find it). I’m glad I have it now though. I had several backup options just in case, which included a chicago-esque suspenders-blouse-tie-redlip number and a pink-sequened piece of my mother’s.

Weather seems to be in a happier mood now. Maybe someone offered lollipops in exchange for sunshine. If that’s the case, I hope weather never becomes diabetic.

Octopus-bag

Catfish says (9:54 PM):

http://www.burberryusaonline.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2979260&cp=2119866.1914960&view=all&parentPage=family

Cattmallow says (9:57 PM):

AAAH

Cattmallow says (9:57 PM):

that bag

Cattmallow says (9:57 PM):

looks like an octopus

Catfish says (9:57 PM):

i know

Cattmallow says (9:57 PM):

that’s had its head cut off!

Catfish says (9:57 PM):

can you believe they priced it at 22k?

Cattmallow says (9:57 PM):

WHAT THE HELL?

In case you were too lazy to open that link, here it is:

Yeah. It really does look like an octopus. It’s called an alligator warrior and it’s made of alligator skin. But, yeah. I’d buy one if it were made of octopus. CAUSE THAT’S WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. HIDEOUS. And priced at $22, 000. I guess that alligator was expensive. Maybe they should just go down to Florida Keys. Or to old nana’s bayou. Well, that would work if I were American. And if I grew up in the south. Maybe…

4/10 (I think the drawstring lace is kind of cute.)

LOVELY

My lovely is amazing. I just thought you’d like to know that.

Tough Girl: Balls!

The production script for Juno is mildly even more hilarious than the actual movie itself. The title happens right after the random other girl in the drugstore scene drops a load of shoplifted cosmetics from her pocket. I also thoroughly enjoy some of Rollo’s cut lines.

Ah spring. I love spring. The only problem with spring is that it makes me struggle against studying. But I hate the cold, so I will always cherish its coming even while I fear the evil influence it has over me. Besides, I work much better in non-winter clothes.

The days are slowly whiling by. There are certain phases of life I wish would just move along faster, or skip past. Of course, I would never actually be able to bring myself to do that. Missing life sucks. I have a feeling I would deal horribly with a coma. The shock I would receive from having missed such a big part of my life would probably harm me more than the coma itself.
(rejection sucks too, bleh)

Please take a seat.

I hate waiting. And right now, I seem to be waiting for a lot more things than I usually do. At the forefront of it, I am waiting for school to be mean and crash into me again with no regard for my feelings. I’m not ungrateful, but they will never give me enough break.

I am drinking some green tea gingerale that Canada Dry has recently put in stores. (Thanks, dearest. =D) It’s interesting, in a good way. I think it’s the best on the first taste. I still like the green and red tea drinks they have in China. They’re surprisingly good, and the office I was in was stalked full of a myriad of them – all for the taking.

Camus, curse you for writing boring books that I must read.

One day I will post an entry that doesn’t have a sporadic flow.

aaaand Star Wipe!

I love star wipes, they always make me smile. I remember staring at the transitions page on windows movie maker for five minutes musing about what kind of artistically challenged person would use the one with four stars in one wipe –> that’s about 4 times as dumb, exponentially, as the old school star wipe.
See with the others I can almost understand. Keyhole wipe would work if you were actually using a keyhole in your story; and the heart wipe is clearly for uncreative but forgivable couples and their anniversary slideshows.

Incidentally, what sparked these thoughts is my habit of watching trashy television during breaks. My current claim to shame is the most god-awful and thus hilarious show I’ve watched since I glanced over a few episodes of The Surreal Life – A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila.

I’m not even going to talk about the show because that would take me an entire bloody day. But anyway, they randomly used a pink-lined star wipe to transition out of a scene… WTF? Saying nothing about every single other aspect of the show, their transitions have been very decent and inconspicuous until now.

The award for my favourite usage of the star wipe however, goes to Trevor Boris on the 80’s segment of Video on Trial. He stops to acknowledge and honour the star wipe, and then proceeds to demonstrate how he can use it over and over again. Trevor Boris is teh awesome.

 Overall, today’s been a very good day. I will not elaborate. Cheers!

I’ve always preferred Mr. Monopoly.

Dear Mr. WordPress,     

     You’re awesome. Don’t ever change.

Very sincerely,
Ms. I’mSorryNoLastNameAppearsToExist

P.S. (My dearest didn’t warn me about you when he encouraged me to create a blog, but it has been my pleasure. I have taken the time to delete your very sincere post and comment. Cheers!)

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Two hours of index finger excercise and all I got was this stupid header.

Older me will look back on this time and laugh at my excessive and inefficient fussing. However, the current me knows better than to think that I would ever do it any differently. Oh! Formatting! How I delight in you and curse you internally. I love dramatic Oh’s. If there was one thing I’ll remember from Shakespeare camp, it is that no Oh should ever be said lightly. Instead, it should be emphasized with such passion (pick your own emotion) that someone might almost think the Oh! is more important than whatever comes after it. Well, that’s not quite how it was put, but that’s how I like to think of it.
Let us turn to our favourite romantic comedy, Romeo and Juliet, for an example:

          ”O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!”

I must say that it is much more interesting to observe how the actor manages to deliver all the O’s (for certainly, no good actor would do them all precisely the same way!) than to listen to the other wishy-washy blabber that Romeo has to say.

You can’t believe how much I love text boxes that allow formatting cntrl + ___ commands. Watch this next trick:

cntrl + endfirstposthere