Another Story

In another parallel universe, I think my alter ego would be a "cleaner." To some extent, I really do like the idea of becoming one, and in the more rational part of my brain, no way. I'd probably trip and fall on my own sword, erm dagger, gun, what not. I'll be the Laertes of assassins. That would be pretty awful.

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I really can't wait. I'm pretty much excited for the next three movies. I can't wait to see the Malfoy Manor scene and the Shell Cottage scene. It will be pretty much heart wrenching material- Harry watching helplessly as "Dobby's eyes fade" is one of the most realistic examples of the pain of losing loved ones. In Half Blood Prince, the use of Fawkes was really haunting. I hope the producers include that part.

"Look...at...me..." he [Snape] whispered.
The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, bland, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more."

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J. K. Rowling

Suffering because of apathy

I am currently eating airplane peanuts- the ones air stewardesses hand out as a snack, while drinking somewhat fresh orange juice. All that's missing is the plane. I think I am really am just ready to go anywhere. This perfectly coincides with the fact I will be leaving in August to live somewhere else and before that in June to go to Singapore. I'll probably move to Los Angeles, but I am not ruling out New York or San Diego. However this urge to leave this cozy town of "Pleasantville" is making less attentive and really more lethargic. Today I slept for three hours just for the sake of sleeping. I used to do this a few years back when I felt depressed and over stressed. I fear that it may come back. EURGH, FOUR MORE WEEKS DAMMIT!!! Until I am released from one duty and can finally enjoy more freedom.

I am currently prepping for that "music video." I also wrote a story about the meaning of flowers. It's supposed to be short, cute, and romantic. Perfect for Valentine's day which unfortunately passed by pretty quickly. I don't really like the bouquet of roses most stores have to offer, instead, I prefer flowers that really reflect the mood of the relationship between the two people or something to symbolize the person's personality. I love the meaning behind Edelweiss- daring and noble courage. It is a characteristic my friends and family describe me, but most of all, it's what I try to find in others. I've mostly used my "courage" in dangerous situations but most of the time I'm pretty awkward and daydreaming. Well I guess having to courage to stand up for oneself counts as well, but the idea of going on stage still frightens me. The character in my story, as of right now named Virginia, but it will most likely change, is getting ready for a date. While she gets dressed, puts makeup on and runs through her home, she is reminded of the past and why she hopes her date will surprise her though she is not sure he will be able to. For that, she gets a forsythia as she gets ready.

Geez, maybe I'm a romantic. Strange because I have mostly identified myself as an anti romantic person. Titanic made me fall asleep, Moulin Rouge made me sad because somebody died, and well this! Yeesh, I got to watch Fight Club again.

I really do.

So Energized!

A few hours ago, I dug a hole, uprooted a Camellia bush and then dragged it to that hole and replanted it. After a quick shower and a search for the remote control, I watched the Oscars. It was okay. The tween stars are annoying as always. But Nicole Kidman was there! Yay, go Nic!

Just Dropped In

The Coen Brothers have always surprised me with their insane movies. One part of the movie The Big Lebowski is always hilarious and surreal- the "Jackie Treehorn production- Gutterballs."

Enough with that.

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Instead of working on that Narcissus project and that Grandpa story, I decided to try writing a story based on a song. Alfonso Cuaron was inspired by Frank Zappa's "Watermelon in Easter Hay" to write Y Tu Mama Tambien. After listening to Marianne Faithfull's "As Tears Go By" and Andrew Oldman Orchestra "The Last Time" I came out with something less erotic than Mama.

Izzzz BACK!

I am posting from California and it is finally raining! There has been a water problem here, hopefully there will be no water rationing.

Recently I discovered many blogs all about clothes and what's-it. All of these blogging fashionistas love showing their outfits while commenting on trends, patterns, color, texture, and proportions. There are a lot of these blogs. Just like there are an amazing amount of people who have nothing to blog about. But these people do have something to talk about! And it's pretty cool! They have one idea and they go through with it. Usually I think of something and then half way through, completely abandon it. So sad. :(

Since no one else but me will be reading this blog (well I may not even be reading it) I figured why not post something that I like and plan to do. Blogs are amazing in the way a person can talk and ramble about anything without sounding crazy. And it can be as disorganized and mad as the person's mind.

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Narcissus and Echo :)

I have been thinking about doing a project with this myth in mind. I am absolutely in love with this story. It's a sad and depressing myth about love and vanity. Right. The moral of this story is that spouses should not hurt each other. WTF? I still like the unrequited love part. And how Narcissus fell in love with himself. It reminds me of this:


Pygmalion and Galatea. A story about a sculptor who falls in love with his own sculpture of a woman. Aphrodite enchants the piece of ivory and turns it to a woman. Like Pinocchio!

But it is the idea of vanity that I like. It's quite, er, funny and sad at the same time.

I am writing the script for this idea as well as another script about a luckless in love boy and his luckless in love grandpa. This idea of Echo and Narcissus really in a manipulation of another story about a girl who is trying to find her biological parents. However instead of the poor orphan, is a woman who falls in love with "herself." Sorta. She falls in love with her own manifestation of the perfect man. That proves to be a problem when she tries "dating."

This story also reminds me of the time I went shoe shopping. I spotted the perfect pair of boots, by Bruno Magli, and since then have not found a more beautiful boot. I sadly did not purchase the boots (my size is way too common) and now cannot allow myself to buy any other boot. However, since I am trying to move away from this fashion crazed phase and back to my awesomely comfortable track suits and kicks, I am not so demented about a stupid pair of shoes. Stuff.

In this story, there are three parallels.

1. Conscious- a young woman goes on a date with a "man."
2. Subconscious- the woman follows a man up and away from danger.
3. Mind's eye- a reinterpretation of Echo and Narcissus. Who is who?

It's quite confusing. Whatever.