we stood on a street corner at 2am and played strange musical instruments in the sleet.
underneath a giant umbrella.
wearing old fashioned hats.
and sunglasses in the dark.
and then we slipped and slid down the road.
this winter is the first one to be wonderful for wintery reasons since the ones where i wore snowpants and slid down hills on sleds.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
adventures in winter-time
ive been having a rather adventure filled holiday.
and since i always seem to want to have an adventure...
but rarely find myself engaged in a activity that i think really qualitfys as one...
i decided to define adventure.
somthing... which is unexpected...
and exhilarating...
and somthing that you are doing without knowing the way it will turn out.
if you enjoyed it in the end it is an advanture.
if you didnt it is a tedius waste of time...
ex. a foggy mountain at night..
where untill you arrived you had no intention of being...
where... for some incredible reason... you have no trouble seeing where you are walking...
but the tops of the trees and the view of the river are lost in white.
and a distnat train and a nearby one call and respond through the mist. so you know the world is out there...
otherwise your entire universe could consist of the drip drip of left over raindrops onto leaves...
and the silouette of one lonely tree... reaching out over you like a canopy or a black bony claw... but holding you there...
where you totter on the edge of nothing... where somthing should have been.
and it is possible to really truly think and feel all these things... while you whisper quietly in the dark about badly constructed horror movies.
ex.#2
creeping through a eerily empty mansion...
where every room on the left has a magnificent cold sparling scene of distant light... across the river. and with the feeling the someone is going to jump out and laugh at you at any moment... but they never do. there is no one inside.
but for some reason the door is left open and unlocked.
and
the snow all around my house is covered in an icy layer that is reflecting the light of the windows
and the shadows of the tress
like still water...
im trying to convince myself that that is what it is.
and that i am surounded on all sides by a calm ocean...
and i could dive out my window at any time and swim away.
and
yesterday my friend and i drove around in her big white juno van looking for a playground all night.
it kept not being where we thought it was going to be.
and she didnt... technically speaking... have a liscence.
so we went back to her house.
and lay on our backs on the black ice in the drivway.
and talked about stalkers and things.
and looked at the moon.
Monday, November 12, 2007
interesting anonymousness
on facebook my honesty box question is: "what do you think of your own existance?"
someone answered:
???
I think it's weird we think in our own heads. We're just objects.
ME
i was thinking today...
about the whole "if a tree falls and no one is there to hear it does it make a noise" thing...
and...
if a person exists their whole life without ever encountering another person but still having thoughts in their own head...
and exsting in their own right.
but never making any kind of dent in the universe...
why does it matter that they exist...
and why do they?
and do they?
lol
someone answered:
???
I think it's weird we think in our own heads. We're just objects.
ME
i was thinking today...
about the whole "if a tree falls and no one is there to hear it does it make a noise" thing...
and...
if a person exists their whole life without ever encountering another person but still having thoughts in their own head...
and exsting in their own right.
but never making any kind of dent in the universe...
why does it matter that they exist...
and why do they?
and do they?
lol
Sunday, November 4, 2007
the chicken or the egg or the indie movie.
i cant remember the way i looked at life before i saw "Garden State" for the first time.
now i look at that movie and...
its so honest and painfully realistic of the way things usually end up being...
but.
when things like that happen to me now all that i think about in the moment of the happening is: wow this is like somthing that would happen in garden state.
i donno if i like it.
now i look at that movie and...
its so honest and painfully realistic of the way things usually end up being...
but.
when things like that happen to me now all that i think about in the moment of the happening is: wow this is like somthing that would happen in garden state.
i donno if i like it.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
sirens, houses, music, envy, ballet, bloody murder
Can you tell the difference between a desperate SIREN and just a siren?
i feel like when a ambulance streaks past me i can tell if it is a critical situation...
the sound is the same but theres a different feeling to it.
i hate it when i hear a siren begin... silence silence... waaaiiillliinnnggg!!!!
natalie portman said on inside that actors studio that she hated the sound of european sirens because she asociated them with the holocost.
the HOUSE we think that we are buying is near the hospital so i will be getting used to all that.
the house we think that we are buying has a big nose.
do you ever look at a car or a house and see it as a face?
the windows or headlights are the eyes and the door or the garden or the front steps or the front bumper is the expression?
well.
i dont know if you do that but i do.
and the house that we think we might be buying has a big nose and a rather american expression.
but when we buy it we will take down the flag.
and plant some out of control weepy climbing vines...
and let the grass die a bit so that it doesnt look so hautily (Sp?) insultingly green.
we fell asleep at jakes house. he and ari were playing the cello and the guitar... or the bass... like i said i was falling alseep.
jakes house is huge.
and no one was there but us.
lots of us.
falling asleep or talking or teasing nicky....
or playing instruments to the room at large.
i dont think there is any kind of a moment that i like better then that kind of a moment. (minus the teasing nicky, of course :) )
i wish i could play an instrument.
but i hate playing them.
i like listening.
people only ever wish for things like- to be able to play.
ive never heard someone who didnt apreciate music say- i wish i could listen to MUSIC.
i suppose if they didnt like it they had no way to know that it is somthing to apreciate... your own ability to apreciate...
i went back to sophia's house and dreamnt about dancing BALLET. (in the phantom of the opera...)
ballet is another thing i wish i could do... and dont apreciate my own apreciation for.
i rinced red hair dye out my hair.
i had had my eyes squeezed tight for thier presurvation for about two minutes. and when i opened them my vision was blurry and surreal.
and i apreciated the cinematic symbolism of the thick red/brown syrupy paste that was sliding over my shoulders and staining the white tiles where it pooled around my feet.
i guess it wasnt so much symbolic...
i dont plan on dying or BLEEDING in excess any time soon.
so maybe symbolism is the wrong literary device.
but, Sophia, the year we have been having?
should i ever make a movie about this year- the opening credits will fade in and out over a scene of a girl rincing red dye out of her hair and close on it spiraling down the drain.
fin.
i feel like when a ambulance streaks past me i can tell if it is a critical situation...
the sound is the same but theres a different feeling to it.
i hate it when i hear a siren begin... silence silence... waaaiiillliinnnggg!!!!
natalie portman said on inside that actors studio that she hated the sound of european sirens because she asociated them with the holocost.
the HOUSE we think that we are buying is near the hospital so i will be getting used to all that.
the house we think that we are buying has a big nose.
do you ever look at a car or a house and see it as a face?
the windows or headlights are the eyes and the door or the garden or the front steps or the front bumper is the expression?
well.
i dont know if you do that but i do.
and the house that we think we might be buying has a big nose and a rather american expression.
but when we buy it we will take down the flag.
and plant some out of control weepy climbing vines...
and let the grass die a bit so that it doesnt look so hautily (Sp?) insultingly green.
we fell asleep at jakes house. he and ari were playing the cello and the guitar... or the bass... like i said i was falling alseep.
jakes house is huge.
and no one was there but us.
lots of us.
falling asleep or talking or teasing nicky....
or playing instruments to the room at large.
i dont think there is any kind of a moment that i like better then that kind of a moment. (minus the teasing nicky, of course :) )
i wish i could play an instrument.
but i hate playing them.
i like listening.
people only ever wish for things like- to be able to play.
ive never heard someone who didnt apreciate music say- i wish i could listen to MUSIC.
i suppose if they didnt like it they had no way to know that it is somthing to apreciate... your own ability to apreciate...
i went back to sophia's house and dreamnt about dancing BALLET. (in the phantom of the opera...)
ballet is another thing i wish i could do... and dont apreciate my own apreciation for.
i rinced red hair dye out my hair.
i had had my eyes squeezed tight for thier presurvation for about two minutes. and when i opened them my vision was blurry and surreal.
and i apreciated the cinematic symbolism of the thick red/brown syrupy paste that was sliding over my shoulders and staining the white tiles where it pooled around my feet.
i guess it wasnt so much symbolic...
i dont plan on dying or BLEEDING in excess any time soon.
so maybe symbolism is the wrong literary device.
but, Sophia, the year we have been having?
should i ever make a movie about this year- the opening credits will fade in and out over a scene of a girl rincing red dye out of her hair and close on it spiraling down the drain.
fin.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
the end of the world
sophia and i were at the peer last night.
the water was more swelly then usual.
more like a bay then a river.
we were taking photos of clouds and noticing that sophia's feet matched the dock and my eyes matched the bit of the dock that had turned green...
when all of a sudden.
it got dark and the night started coming in from the left.
at this point sophia wanted to get off the peer and so did the few middle schoolers and skate boarders who were there.
but we decided to sit a few exra seconds in the bizare apocalyptic wind and think about what kind of planet movment would allow for the darkness to come horizontally... like- you see evening over to the left and it moves tawords you like rain clouds... but on this particular kind of planet it would be that way every night.
anyway then we left.
and walked back up to town.
with blue scarf and crazy hair blowing in a perfect addition to the feeling of stepping into "the day after tomorow"
the leaves and dust were blowing everywhere in little tornados.
the clouds looked like clouds i had never seen before. they were white and silver... and sharp edged in their fluffiness..
anyway- we sat in the little alcove tht used to be coldstone... (we were hiding for a scary crazy man who likes to shake peoples hands in starbucks for twenty mintutes at a time..)
the endtimes ended after only a little disapointing bit of rain.
and when we emerged 20 minutes later there was the hugest rainbow that the lady holding her little girl's hand had ever seen.
i took a picture of sunlit raindrops on a windsheild.
but i took it through the backseat window of the car... pointing at the windsheild.
and if the sun hadnt glinted generically in the lense... it would have looked really fantastic and less like an advertisment for mini vans.
the water was more swelly then usual.
more like a bay then a river.
we were taking photos of clouds and noticing that sophia's feet matched the dock and my eyes matched the bit of the dock that had turned green...
when all of a sudden.
it got dark and the night started coming in from the left.
at this point sophia wanted to get off the peer and so did the few middle schoolers and skate boarders who were there.
but we decided to sit a few exra seconds in the bizare apocalyptic wind and think about what kind of planet movment would allow for the darkness to come horizontally... like- you see evening over to the left and it moves tawords you like rain clouds... but on this particular kind of planet it would be that way every night.
anyway then we left.
and walked back up to town.
with blue scarf and crazy hair blowing in a perfect addition to the feeling of stepping into "the day after tomorow"
the leaves and dust were blowing everywhere in little tornados.
the clouds looked like clouds i had never seen before. they were white and silver... and sharp edged in their fluffiness..
anyway- we sat in the little alcove tht used to be coldstone... (we were hiding for a scary crazy man who likes to shake peoples hands in starbucks for twenty mintutes at a time..)
the endtimes ended after only a little disapointing bit of rain.
and when we emerged 20 minutes later there was the hugest rainbow that the lady holding her little girl's hand had ever seen.
i took a picture of sunlit raindrops on a windsheild.
but i took it through the backseat window of the car... pointing at the windsheild.
and if the sun hadnt glinted generically in the lense... it would have looked really fantastic and less like an advertisment for mini vans.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
the future of suburbia
if i had an unlimited movie making budget...
id make a movie about sometime in the future when our world is going, or has gone, to hell...
and people arent living the way they are living now.
they are just surviving.
and suburbia is a dead concept and people are living four to six families in one McMansion and running bussinesses out of them as well...
and people are living behind the windows in shop fronts in strip malls.
and all the baby sapplings which are planted in the little gardens that devide up huge parking lots- will have grown huge and gnarled in perfect straight rows... and thier massive thick roots will be distorting the pavment all around them.
and vines are creeping up traffic light wires.
the malls are like indoor cities.. and people live in them... and set up carts and sell things.
and never leave.
and its a whole culture of children who were born inside and dont realize that there is an outside...
and so.
while suburbia is replacing urban areas as the dirty slummy undesirable overpopulated area of the world...
the cities are being reclaimed by nature and grass is growing through the blacktop... so there are perfectly straight avenues of green between tall buildings covered in thick flowering vines.... and theere are no cars...
because we have long since used up all the gasoine.
and the skelotons of cars are used for other things...
like gardens and little huts.
and fountains that were once in parks or in thier own contained little pools... have overflown with rain and have eroded little ponds into the concrete... and streams connecting one to another where a road used to be.
and the people who live here are all natural and living among the ancient decaying relics of us.
and the story?...
a wandering Troubadour kind of a troup.
who wander from civilization to civilazation telling the people myths and stories about us. and about eachother.
and everythiong is pretty much like a slightly solar powered version of the middle ages...
and there are all sorts of new kinda of prejudices that have yet to be discovered. and everyone falls in love, romeo and juliet style, with the wrong people...
and everyone has incredibly interesting, vintage inspired, futuristic clothing.
id make a movie about sometime in the future when our world is going, or has gone, to hell...
and people arent living the way they are living now.
they are just surviving.
and suburbia is a dead concept and people are living four to six families in one McMansion and running bussinesses out of them as well...
and people are living behind the windows in shop fronts in strip malls.
and all the baby sapplings which are planted in the little gardens that devide up huge parking lots- will have grown huge and gnarled in perfect straight rows... and thier massive thick roots will be distorting the pavment all around them.
and vines are creeping up traffic light wires.
the malls are like indoor cities.. and people live in them... and set up carts and sell things.
and never leave.
and its a whole culture of children who were born inside and dont realize that there is an outside...
and so.
while suburbia is replacing urban areas as the dirty slummy undesirable overpopulated area of the world...
the cities are being reclaimed by nature and grass is growing through the blacktop... so there are perfectly straight avenues of green between tall buildings covered in thick flowering vines.... and theere are no cars...
because we have long since used up all the gasoine.
and the skelotons of cars are used for other things...
like gardens and little huts.
and fountains that were once in parks or in thier own contained little pools... have overflown with rain and have eroded little ponds into the concrete... and streams connecting one to another where a road used to be.
and the people who live here are all natural and living among the ancient decaying relics of us.
and the story?...
a wandering Troubadour kind of a troup.
who wander from civilization to civilazation telling the people myths and stories about us. and about eachother.
and everythiong is pretty much like a slightly solar powered version of the middle ages...
and there are all sorts of new kinda of prejudices that have yet to be discovered. and everyone falls in love, romeo and juliet style, with the wrong people...
and everyone has incredibly interesting, vintage inspired, futuristic clothing.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
actual people
im going back to high school.
i dropped my brother off at college the oter day.
hes one step closer to being an actual human being.
high school is just a testing strip...
do well in high school so that you can get into a good college
do well in a good college so that you can get a good job
get a good job so that you can make alot of money...painlessly.
make alot of money painlessley so that you can have a good life.
and be an actual person..
i wonder why we cant just be actual people all the way through.
we are always actually breathing.
i dropped my brother off at college the oter day.
hes one step closer to being an actual human being.
high school is just a testing strip...
do well in high school so that you can get into a good college
do well in a good college so that you can get a good job
get a good job so that you can make alot of money...painlessly.
make alot of money painlessley so that you can have a good life.
and be an actual person..
i wonder why we cant just be actual people all the way through.
we are always actually breathing.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
happy thursday
i was at barns and noble.
i was there right after midterms.
it was like 10am.
it was almost empty...except for this freaky stressed out man on a cell phone who was spazzing out cuz his chair was shaky.
he was talking to someone about lawyers...
and he burned his mouth on his coffee...
i was reading the really big, exspensive european fashion magazines from the back of the rack...that you have to stand on ur toes to reach...
i love them.
i bought one for 9 fucking dollars...
cuz i loved one spread in it...
lol.
and i cut it up and put it on my wall.
i also found this picture that i really wanted in a magazine that i really didnt want to buy...
the magazine was JANE and it had mandy moore on the cover.
and mandy moore makes me angry.
but i bought that magazine and the one for 9 fucking dollars.
the picture in JANE was of two girls smiling with thier arms around eachother wearing heart shaped sunglasses.
its on my wall now.
i also got "everything is illuminated."
i love that writer.
anyway..
yeah i was at barnes and noble today..
i was there right after midterms.
it was like 10am.
it was almost empty...except for this freaky stressed out man on a cell phone who was spazzing out cuz his chair was shaky.
he was talking to someone about lawyers...
and he burned his mouth on his coffee...
i was reading the really big, exspensive european fashion magazines from the back of the rack...that you have to stand on ur toes to reach...
i love them.
i bought one for 9 fucking dollars...
cuz i loved one spread in it...
lol.
and i cut it up and put it on my wall.
i also found this picture that i really wanted in a magazine that i really didnt want to buy...
the magazine was JANE and it had mandy moore on the cover.
and mandy moore makes me angry.
but i bought that magazine and the one for 9 fucking dollars.
the picture in JANE was of two girls smiling with thier arms around eachother wearing heart shaped sunglasses.
its on my wall now.
i also got "everything is illuminated."
i love that writer.
anyway..
yeah i was at barnes and noble today..
movie review 1-21-07
i saw ALPHA DOG...
actually i saw it last weekend...
but i need somthing to do to help me avoid my midterm studying...
so im reviewing it now.
i thought it was a good movie...
i didnt enjoy it...
too painful...
if i had known it was based on true events i wouldnt have been surprised by the way it turned out.
but i didnt know...
and it was painful...
so...
justin...
was pretty good.
but.
i have a hunch that it was just the way he was filmed..
and the charecter he was playing...
was pretty straight foward: cocky, sad, abandoned son.
but then he had this one...
crying/ shaking/ desperate moment...
and i was proud of him...
i liked the split screen too...
i usually dont like split screen but i liked the timing of the split and the coming back to single screen...
it was well done.
but painful.
actually i saw it last weekend...
but i need somthing to do to help me avoid my midterm studying...
so im reviewing it now.
i thought it was a good movie...
i didnt enjoy it...
too painful...
if i had known it was based on true events i wouldnt have been surprised by the way it turned out.
but i didnt know...
and it was painful...
so...
justin...
was pretty good.
but.
i have a hunch that it was just the way he was filmed..
and the charecter he was playing...
was pretty straight foward: cocky, sad, abandoned son.
but then he had this one...
crying/ shaking/ desperate moment...
and i was proud of him...
i liked the split screen too...
i usually dont like split screen but i liked the timing of the split and the coming back to single screen...
it was well done.
but painful.
Monday, January 15, 2007
old facebook note... that i liked and am reposting
SUB: kinda sleepy...and thinking again...
12:01am Sunday, Dec 31, 2006 | Edit Note | Delete
im kinda sleepy...
so this may be jumbled and hard to comprehend... but,
i noticed...yesterday... no... the day before.
that for most people...everything always has to be funny.
i was with molly and hannah.
and i told a story.
and it wasnt funny
but it wasnt meant to be funny.
and molly said "great story." ( and that was funny..the way she said it...and i laughed...)
but...
okay so somtimes someone means that your story wasnt intersting... wasnt worht thier time...
but
i thought...
why does everything need to be entertaining...?? (thats a better word..."entertaining" not "funny")
for someone to think it was worth thier time?...
why cant we just say things to fill up empty sound...
why do they have to be the "right" things...
the
-non random
-entertaing
-not to long
-not to inteligent ("deep"..)
-not to shallow
-kinda original
things...
we are spoiled by all the witty people we read about and watch...
the people who entertain us...
THOUGHT:
as an actress...
i find that there is a fine line...for me... between BEING WHO I WANT TO BE and PLAYING THE PART OF THE TYPE OF CHARECTER THAT I THINK I WANT TO BE (in everyday life.)
... so...
why do we have to do thought-out things...
???????
just wondering...
we should -just be-...
i think it would be refreshing...
im gonna try it.
ill probobly forget...
forget to remember to not think about what im doing/ saying...
okay...
sometimes i think
i think to much...
12:01am Sunday, Dec 31, 2006 | Edit Note | Delete
im kinda sleepy...
so this may be jumbled and hard to comprehend... but,
i noticed...yesterday... no... the day before.
that for most people...everything always has to be funny.
i was with molly and hannah.
and i told a story.
and it wasnt funny
but it wasnt meant to be funny.
and molly said "great story." ( and that was funny..the way she said it...and i laughed...)
but...
okay so somtimes someone means that your story wasnt intersting... wasnt worht thier time...
but
i thought...
why does everything need to be entertaining...?? (thats a better word..."entertaining" not "funny")
for someone to think it was worth thier time?...
why cant we just say things to fill up empty sound...
why do they have to be the "right" things...
the
-non random
-entertaing
-not to long
-not to inteligent ("deep"..)
-not to shallow
-kinda original
things...
we are spoiled by all the witty people we read about and watch...
the people who entertain us...
THOUGHT:
as an actress...
i find that there is a fine line...for me... between BEING WHO I WANT TO BE and PLAYING THE PART OF THE TYPE OF CHARECTER THAT I THINK I WANT TO BE (in everyday life.)
... so...
why do we have to do thought-out things...
???????
just wondering...
we should -just be-...
i think it would be refreshing...
im gonna try it.
ill probobly forget...
forget to remember to not think about what im doing/ saying...
okay...
sometimes i think
i think to much...
Sunday, January 14, 2007
letter...
people always tell me "you dont seem like a shy person"
its funny...
i actually think i am shy..
i think people (and i) put shy and self concious as the same thing.
but they arnt...
like... ill say anything i want to anyone i want to say it to.... but i will think about it... more then the averege out going person...
and i also talk about myself sooo much more...
when people hear me talking about myself they say things like "i didnt know you were shy." but they really mean... i didnt know u were this self concious...
self concious... more like...self pondering....
lol
yep...
new topic...lol..
the voice of that boy in (the book im reading) "extreamly loud and incredibly close" sounds exactly like my brain!!!!
i love him! lol
if he is autistic....then i am!
cuz i swear... if i didnt think it sounded crazy (if i was still nine years old) i would talk about all the things that he talks about...cuz i doo think about themmm...
its pretty nifty...
im carying the book around in my red bag...
it makes me happy.
im going into the city tomorow.
with friends from film camp..
we are having our first big reunion..
like eleven people can come...
we have no plans..
we are just all gonna walk around i guess.
one kid--kevin-- lives in the city so hes gonna be our guild... hes kinda crazy though... so we are a little scared... and excited...
we are gonna look like such tourists cuz we are all gonna have our cameras.
there is a fine like between tourist and photographer.
im excited!
i donno what to wear!
i love clothes.
clothes are a very under appreciated art form...
not that clothes are under appreciated... haha...
no... they are under appreciated as an art form... cuz they are one,...
i think i want to be some kind of clothes person...
like a costume or fashion designeer..
ill add it to my list...
actress
film maker
writer
painter
poet
fashion designer...
hehe
i dont like high school.
i wish i could just go right into life.
i like life.
i hate how some people (my age)'s lives seem to center around school.
it seems so irrelivent to me...
i mean.
its one thing to want to get good grades so that you can go to a good college so that you can do waht you want to do with your life...
but its another thing to just get good grades... and u dont really think about why your doing it... you just do it... it seems kind of sad...
i dont know what id think about if i had values like that...
i wonder what they think about...
i like to say "these kids dont think."
but i know they do.
there minds arnt just quiet.
i really wish i could hear thier thoughts...
i wonder what they would think if they heard mine.
ugg!
i always do this.
i seperate myself from other people...
i make myself better then them... or i make myself worse then them...
im trying to stop.
i think it would be healthier.
hmmm...
my fingers hurt...
do u ever get in a frenzy when your typing...?
like you cant stop and ur fingers are cramping up but you just keep going?..
kind of like when your talking and the spit is building up in your mouth and your running out a air but you keep going and you gasp and spit out the last sentence cuz you were just so into what you were saying?...
welll my fingers are like that right now... with typing...
and i need to stop cuz it hurts...
good night!
its funny...
i actually think i am shy..
i think people (and i) put shy and self concious as the same thing.
but they arnt...
like... ill say anything i want to anyone i want to say it to.... but i will think about it... more then the averege out going person...
and i also talk about myself sooo much more...
when people hear me talking about myself they say things like "i didnt know you were shy." but they really mean... i didnt know u were this self concious...
self concious... more like...self pondering....
lol
yep...
new topic...lol..
the voice of that boy in (the book im reading) "extreamly loud and incredibly close" sounds exactly like my brain!!!!
i love him! lol
if he is autistic....then i am!
cuz i swear... if i didnt think it sounded crazy (if i was still nine years old) i would talk about all the things that he talks about...cuz i doo think about themmm...
its pretty nifty...
im carying the book around in my red bag...
it makes me happy.
im going into the city tomorow.
with friends from film camp..
we are having our first big reunion..
like eleven people can come...
we have no plans..
we are just all gonna walk around i guess.
one kid--kevin-- lives in the city so hes gonna be our guild... hes kinda crazy though... so we are a little scared... and excited...
we are gonna look like such tourists cuz we are all gonna have our cameras.
there is a fine like between tourist and photographer.
im excited!
i donno what to wear!
i love clothes.
clothes are a very under appreciated art form...
not that clothes are under appreciated... haha...
no... they are under appreciated as an art form... cuz they are one,...
i think i want to be some kind of clothes person...
like a costume or fashion designeer..
ill add it to my list...
actress
film maker
writer
painter
poet
fashion designer...
hehe
i dont like high school.
i wish i could just go right into life.
i like life.
i hate how some people (my age)'s lives seem to center around school.
it seems so irrelivent to me...
i mean.
its one thing to want to get good grades so that you can go to a good college so that you can do waht you want to do with your life...
but its another thing to just get good grades... and u dont really think about why your doing it... you just do it... it seems kind of sad...
i dont know what id think about if i had values like that...
i wonder what they think about...
i like to say "these kids dont think."
but i know they do.
there minds arnt just quiet.
i really wish i could hear thier thoughts...
i wonder what they would think if they heard mine.
ugg!
i always do this.
i seperate myself from other people...
i make myself better then them... or i make myself worse then them...
im trying to stop.
i think it would be healthier.
hmmm...
my fingers hurt...
do u ever get in a frenzy when your typing...?
like you cant stop and ur fingers are cramping up but you just keep going?..
kind of like when your talking and the spit is building up in your mouth and your running out a air but you keep going and you gasp and spit out the last sentence cuz you were just so into what you were saying?...
welll my fingers are like that right now... with typing...
and i need to stop cuz it hurts...
good night!
Saturday, January 13, 2007
titanic
"there she is...towering high...broad and grand...ship of dreams..."
these songs wont get out of my head!!!!!!
and they are all rather desperate and frustratingly morbid...
"no moon no wind nothing to spy things by...no wave no swell no line where sea meets sky"
i noticed that all musicals have like three melodies with slight variations.
and i also noticed that all you have to do to act in a musical is make you eyes wide and look off...leaning slightly foward towards your toes... at the exit sign in the back of the house...
no...
i looove musicals
and i love being in them.
and i dont think that that is all it takes to act in them...
but..
i just was thinking...
hmmm.....
i wanna make a movie about backstage at a rehersal...
today i was siting in rehersal and a whole line of girls were practicing thier lines in a whispers...
and they were all really into it...
(which i am always sooo jealous of... cuz i can never get totally into charecter untill i am safe on stage with no restrictions...)
and they were all...expressions and accents and yeah...
but talking to noone.
next to another girl who was talking and reacting to noone...
i thought that was pretty cinematic.
i wanna film...
but for some reason behind i camera i feel like im killing the spontinaety of the moment...
like if i can replay it then its not as one moment like..
and not as brilliant...
i think that is the filmmakers challenge...
ooo...
i having trouble thinking in straight lines...
i just drank a graanndeee and i have a low cofee toleration level...
my hands are shaky as i type trhis...
okay i need to stop...
ismay: "possibly she wont go down... possibly shell stay afloat...possibly all this will come to end on a positive note..."
andrews "not enless the ship could fly...not enless we all sprout wings...
honestly sir i have built her from scratch and i know certain things..."
ismay: "couldnt you design it right?... whoever heard of steel that rips?."
andrews: "ismay im just in the business of building its god who sinks ships..."
okay i lied...
typing with shaky cafinated fingers is sooo much fun!!!!!1
these songs wont get out of my head!!!!!!
and they are all rather desperate and frustratingly morbid...
"no moon no wind nothing to spy things by...no wave no swell no line where sea meets sky"
i noticed that all musicals have like three melodies with slight variations.
and i also noticed that all you have to do to act in a musical is make you eyes wide and look off...leaning slightly foward towards your toes... at the exit sign in the back of the house...
no...
i looove musicals
and i love being in them.
and i dont think that that is all it takes to act in them...
but..
i just was thinking...
hmmm.....
i wanna make a movie about backstage at a rehersal...
today i was siting in rehersal and a whole line of girls were practicing thier lines in a whispers...
and they were all really into it...
(which i am always sooo jealous of... cuz i can never get totally into charecter untill i am safe on stage with no restrictions...)
and they were all...expressions and accents and yeah...
but talking to noone.
next to another girl who was talking and reacting to noone...
i thought that was pretty cinematic.
i wanna film...
but for some reason behind i camera i feel like im killing the spontinaety of the moment...
like if i can replay it then its not as one moment like..
and not as brilliant...
i think that is the filmmakers challenge...
ooo...
i having trouble thinking in straight lines...
i just drank a graanndeee and i have a low cofee toleration level...
my hands are shaky as i type trhis...
okay i need to stop...
ismay: "possibly she wont go down... possibly shell stay afloat...possibly all this will come to end on a positive note..."
andrews "not enless the ship could fly...not enless we all sprout wings...
honestly sir i have built her from scratch and i know certain things..."
ismay: "couldnt you design it right?... whoever heard of steel that rips?."
andrews: "ismay im just in the business of building its god who sinks ships..."
okay i lied...
typing with shaky cafinated fingers is sooo much fun!!!!!1
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
jumping from razor blade to razor blade.
so this kid...
jumped out a window last year at my school.
i didnt go to that school at the time.
but i had heard about him.
he jumped out a window and slid down a rope...and ripped up his hands...
yesterday i met him.
and he told that story.
i said "why?"
in response to his story.
he said "why not?"
i said "yeah....but why?"
meaning :why did you rip up your hands...
but he answered the question that...even though i pretend to be crazy and understanding of crazy people...was present within my question...
"all you people..." he says.
i knew where this was going.
i said "all you people?... i resent that."
he said. "maybe but you also resemble it."
i liked that line...
he said "all you people spend you entire lives standing on the sharpened end of razor blades... you set up chairs and tables on those razor blades and try to get comfortable...
now me.." he says "i jump from razor blade to razor blade... which is better anyway cuz eventually the blades are gonna cut through the bottom of you tables and chair and your comportable set up...and youll fall."
now.
he may have read that somwhere...he may have written it... he may have thought of it on the spot...
i dont care.
i liked it.
i said...
later in the conversation...when the conversation have progressed to other places i said.
"people are never honest..."
he said "some people are...: you have pretty eyes."
i said "thank you"
i told him that one of my teaches had told me just that week that we should try just as an experiment to answer the question: "hows life." literally.
he said "hows life?"
i said "life is pretty shitty cuz im obsessing over a person..."
he laughed at me...
i would have laughed at me too...
i liked that kid...
jumped out a window last year at my school.
i didnt go to that school at the time.
but i had heard about him.
he jumped out a window and slid down a rope...and ripped up his hands...
yesterday i met him.
and he told that story.
i said "why?"
in response to his story.
he said "why not?"
i said "yeah....but why?"
meaning :why did you rip up your hands...
but he answered the question that...even though i pretend to be crazy and understanding of crazy people...was present within my question...
"all you people..." he says.
i knew where this was going.
i said "all you people?... i resent that."
he said. "maybe but you also resemble it."
i liked that line...
he said "all you people spend you entire lives standing on the sharpened end of razor blades... you set up chairs and tables on those razor blades and try to get comfortable...
now me.." he says "i jump from razor blade to razor blade... which is better anyway cuz eventually the blades are gonna cut through the bottom of you tables and chair and your comportable set up...and youll fall."
now.
he may have read that somwhere...he may have written it... he may have thought of it on the spot...
i dont care.
i liked it.
i said...
later in the conversation...when the conversation have progressed to other places i said.
"people are never honest..."
he said "some people are...: you have pretty eyes."
i said "thank you"
i told him that one of my teaches had told me just that week that we should try just as an experiment to answer the question: "hows life." literally.
he said "hows life?"
i said "life is pretty shitty cuz im obsessing over a person..."
he laughed at me...
i would have laughed at me too...
i liked that kid...
Saturday, January 6, 2007
smiling candles...
i see them everywhere.
especially in the winter...
little snowmen..smiling... wearing little hats and holding rakes...with wicks coming out of thier heads.
does anyone ever burn them?
i think it woud be kinda morbid to burn them...
imagine thier smiles mealting... and thier plastic eyes..which wouldnt melt...sliding down thier faces...
okay.
so.
i wanna put that in a movie...
id write exactly how i would put that in a movie..
but im having a paranoid moment
and imagining someone reading this and becoming famous with my idea...
so..
im gonna have to find a way to write about my ideas without the risk of theft...
or ill just have to change the name of my blog...
especially in the winter...
little snowmen..smiling... wearing little hats and holding rakes...with wicks coming out of thier heads.
does anyone ever burn them?
i think it woud be kinda morbid to burn them...
imagine thier smiles mealting... and thier plastic eyes..which wouldnt melt...sliding down thier faces...
okay.
so.
i wanna put that in a movie...
id write exactly how i would put that in a movie..
but im having a paranoid moment
and imagining someone reading this and becoming famous with my idea...
so..
im gonna have to find a way to write about my ideas without the risk of theft...
or ill just have to change the name of my blog...
Thursday, January 4, 2007
jake.
jake read my blog.
hes been my friend since i was four years old...
but he still thinks its okay to tell me: "dont tell people to read your blog. i read it and you sound pathetic and sad..."
i think he just felt like he needed to come up with a different way of saying i was emo...
cuz hes worn that expression out.
it is verrrry verry lucky for jake that my computer spases out everytime i try to upload a pic...
cuz
see
i have this one here of jake in tights in our class play...
the one where jake wore tights...
so...
like i said...
lucky for him i have a spasistic computer...
i dont think i sound pathetic and sad..
i think i sound honest and maybe a little crazy...
=)
theres some honesty for you...
i am going to take the link of facebook though...
which just proves how pathetic and sad and unselfconfident i am...
there jake...
read that line again.
okay.
now shake your head and laugh...
k.
done?
YOUR DARLING TALKATIVE HIGHPER KATIE HAS GONE EMO!!!!!
DEAL WITH IT!...
hes been my friend since i was four years old...
but he still thinks its okay to tell me: "dont tell people to read your blog. i read it and you sound pathetic and sad..."
i think he just felt like he needed to come up with a different way of saying i was emo...
cuz hes worn that expression out.
it is verrrry verry lucky for jake that my computer spases out everytime i try to upload a pic...
cuz
see
i have this one here of jake in tights in our class play...
the one where jake wore tights...
so...
like i said...
lucky for him i have a spasistic computer...
i dont think i sound pathetic and sad..
i think i sound honest and maybe a little crazy...
=)
theres some honesty for you...
i am going to take the link of facebook though...
which just proves how pathetic and sad and unselfconfident i am...
there jake...
read that line again.
okay.
now shake your head and laugh...
k.
done?
YOUR DARLING TALKATIVE HIGHPER KATIE HAS GONE EMO!!!!!
DEAL WITH IT!...
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
a comment i posted on a friends myspace... i liked it.
i got this little glass heart from nova...
remember nova?...that tiny little place with all the wooden toys and the dolls with no faces that smell like lavender?..
well
i got a little heart from there.
and i dropped it
and its glass
but it didnt break.
=)
i thought is was going to...
and then i thought if it did i would sit down and cry holding the little pieces like a generic cinematic metephore...
but it didnt break.
so i smiled.
and realized that that was cinematic too.
thats a little story for you.
♥
and thats some love for you.
-kt
remember nova?...that tiny little place with all the wooden toys and the dolls with no faces that smell like lavender?..
well
i got a little heart from there.
and i dropped it
and its glass
but it didnt break.
=)
i thought is was going to...
and then i thought if it did i would sit down and cry holding the little pieces like a generic cinematic metephore...
but it didnt break.
so i smiled.
and realized that that was cinematic too.
thats a little story for you.
♥
and thats some love for you.
-kt
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
pathetically inacurate asumptions
we constantly and pathetically inacuratly assume that the thoughts of every passer-by are about us and negativly so...
so...
since passers-by are probobly not thinking about us at all...
i think...
it is a good self confidence booster to just assume they are thinking GOOD things about us.
instead of creating negative illusions from non exsistent opinions...
why dont we just create positive illusions from non exsitent opinions...
the feelings dont have anything to do with the other people anyway...
its all in our own sheads...
so all within out control...
so...
while every quick irrelivent glance froma stranger used to make you (me) feel like you were (i was) being judged and evaluated...
why dont you (i am starting to) assume that every look is a admiring envious one...
and i think your (my) days will be jollier as a result...
=)
so...
since passers-by are probobly not thinking about us at all...
i think...
it is a good self confidence booster to just assume they are thinking GOOD things about us.
instead of creating negative illusions from non exsistent opinions...
why dont we just create positive illusions from non exsitent opinions...
the feelings dont have anything to do with the other people anyway...
its all in our own sheads...
so all within out control...
so...
while every quick irrelivent glance froma stranger used to make you (me) feel like you were (i was) being judged and evaluated...
why dont you (i am starting to) assume that every look is a admiring envious one...
and i think your (my) days will be jollier as a result...
=)
Monday, January 1, 2007
how do u know?... does it matter?...
how do u know if you are having a real feeling or if you are inventing the feeling.
i have a dream of becoming an actress...
so...
i wonder sometimes about what i could make myself feel...
could i make myself cry?
get angry?
but...
sometimes when i am truly upset about something...
and i am organically begining to cry...
a thought pops up in my head "wow...look, your crying. how do you feel? could you reinvent this feeling later on camera? and cry on command?... but wait... your still crying... and not thinking about what you were thinking about before that was making you cry... so... right now you are crying and thinking about somthing else... so this is acting?...no?... is it?..."
and other times...
i think.
"wow. this movie is pretty touching... i think i should cry now."
and then i do.
so.
is that acting?
or is that me feeling touched by somthing and crying becuase i am touched by it.
even thought it was a concious descision to cry...
i was touched... and i cried...
so.
is that a true emotional exxperience?...
hmmm...
i have a dream of becoming an actress...
so...
i wonder sometimes about what i could make myself feel...
could i make myself cry?
get angry?
but...
sometimes when i am truly upset about something...
and i am organically begining to cry...
a thought pops up in my head "wow...look, your crying. how do you feel? could you reinvent this feeling later on camera? and cry on command?... but wait... your still crying... and not thinking about what you were thinking about before that was making you cry... so... right now you are crying and thinking about somthing else... so this is acting?...no?... is it?..."
and other times...
i think.
"wow. this movie is pretty touching... i think i should cry now."
and then i do.
so.
is that acting?
or is that me feeling touched by somthing and crying becuase i am touched by it.
even thought it was a concious descision to cry...
i was touched... and i cried...
so.
is that a true emotional exxperience?...
hmmm...
2007
goals for 2007.
find the fine line between ACTING AS IF you are happy/silly and smiling and ACTUALLY BEING happy/silly and smiling.
find the fine line between ACTING AS IF you are happy/silly and smiling and ACTUALLY BEING happy/silly and smiling.
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