I've been busy being a douchebag. Enjoy!

HOLY SHIT THERE ARE PROBABLY SPOILERS.

( A FEW GOOD MEN )


( THE SPIDERWICK CHRONICLES )


( ANATOMY OF A MURDERER )


( ROAD TO PERDITION )


( AS GOOD AS IT GETS )

Heath Ledger.

I was hooked after A Knight's Tale, just so you know. I was never a huge fan, as far as knowing obscure facts goes, but I was very aware of his talent and was always pleasantly surprised every time I saw him on the screen. I truly believe that, because he wasn't quite a household name yet, that many will never realize just how much raw talent this man had. And I think that that fact, alone, is a disgrace to his memory.

I was, to put it plainly, shocked that I spoke with two people in a row who had no interest in seeing The Dark Knight. I raved and raved about this man and how his portrayal of the Joker was going to be the very best in any of the series and perhaps the best ever, period, yet people continued to tell me things like, "Ledger? He's really the Joker?! That's bullshit" or "I can't watch him in anything after seeing Brokeback Mountain."

Are you fucking serious?

It's incredibly sad that people will look at Brokeback Mountain and dismiss Heath Ledger ( and Jake Gyllenhaal) as as a complete hack because:

A) They're prejudice asshats who "don't wan' see no cowboys fuckin'."

or

B) They think he took the role for shock value and only to draw attention to himself.

When in reality he was very dedicated to his craft and liked to take on roles that were challenging because, oh I don't know, I guess he wanted to the best that he could be, or some other obvious bullshit like that, right? I mean, c'mon people! this was going to be Heath's breakout role. The Dark Knight was going to solidify his name in Hollywood and throughout geeky faux-critics' and director-wannabes' blogs, such as mine, for eternity. This flick was going to make him. And I know he had so much more to offer us, in the way of entertainment.

Being the geek that I am, I scoured The Dark Knight's site and viral marketing ploys. Why? Because it's fun and the campaigns kept with the way I've always saw the Joker. They were tricks, and puzzles, and nerdy little things to keep us all busy as we waited, perhaps not so patiently, for that fateful image to show itself; who was playing the Joker?! When Heath's face showed up behind the make-up, I knew instantly that this was going to be good, good. I knew it because, to me, it was an odd choice. He's a good looking guy and, well, the Joker's not. He's the teen heart throb type and the Joker is a psychopathic murderer. This guy had to have been incredible for the casting directors to choose him, because he's got some big Nicholson shoes to fill.

Of course, time will only tell if this is all true, but I'm positive that no one will be disappointed by his performance. I mean, after all, Sir Michael Caine said, "It was the scariest performance I have ever seen." You've got to be balls-out good and crazy to make fucking Sir Michael Caine forget his lines on the set at the mere sight of you. Goddamn, that's....incredible. Caine's like, 74, or some shit, well he's been around a good while and he's seen some stuff, but Ledger was the scariest performance he's ever seen in 74 years? Awesome, absolutely fucking awesome.

It's terrible to say goodbye to what was, so I've read, a very kind man, a wonderful father, and a tremendous talent. I hate to think The Dark Knight is his final performance, but I guess it's not too bad to, y'know, go out with a bang.




See you guys on July 18th.

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HEY. HEY YOU. YEAH, YOU! WATCH IT, THAR BE SPOILERS.

( CUT FOR TEH CAPSLOCK!SPOILERS )

Man, I would do Steven Page SO HARD right now. *pelvic thrust*

So, the movies have severely pissed me off. Carmike Theatres? FUCK YOU. GAWD. I went to see Arthur and the Invisibles on Monday because I had no homework and fucking halfway through the movie the screen cut off and just the audio was playing. motherfuckers. I mean, c'mon! Just when I was getting into the goddamn story and NOT noticing that the setting was in a farm town in Connecticut and Freddie Highmore was using his normal BRITISH accent. The kid's cute and all, butjustno.

Reno 911! Wait for the DVD, the show's funnier. The raunchier it got, the more I hated it. Also saw Reno at a Carmike Theatre. Coincidence? I think not. Carmike, you fail at everything.




OH FUCK 3D MEDIA CHAIR IS FUCKING ME OVER RIGHT NOW AND GODDAMN I NEED OUT OF THIS HOUSE.


>.<

I still feel the loneliness. Sometimes I think that it'll never go away, but it will. It always does, right? I want out of my house so fucking badly and nobody really understands. I slept in the basement today because Jenn was on my computer and I was too tired to care or to even attempt to kick her out. I just laid on the bed downstairs and cried for 20 entire minutes. I'm not sure why I cried, I just couldn't help it. Now I'm here, on livejournal, spouting my problems.

Fuck man, I just want to get out. When college was happening near the end of senior year, I wasn't like everyone else. I never had a urge to get out of Knoxville for any reason; still don't. I love this place and I always will. But now, I'm ready. I'm ready to stay in Knoxville. I'm ready to start a new life in Knoxville. I'm ready to be on my own, to pay my own rent, to have bills in my name, to buy my own groceries and be truly responsible for what I eat, to be me IN KNOXVILLE.



By the way, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows? Well, okay then.

I am on such an Elvis kick. I think the King of Rock and Roll has possessed me. I cannot stop listening to him and finding poorly-made fan videos on youtube. I've been listening to Jailhouse rock for a week straight. I kid you not.




Okay, he's hot and he always will be. My God, I'm becoming my mother..


I never knew this song was about Elvis...

Black Velvet

Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rogers on the victrola up high
Mama's dancing with baby on her shoulder
The Sun is setting like molasses in the sky.
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything.
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for.

Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet in that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please.

Up in Memphis the music's like a heat wave
White lightning, bound to drive you wild.
Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl
"Love Me Tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true.

Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for.

Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet in that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please.

Every word of every song that he sang was for you.
In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon,

What could you do?

Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet in that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please.
Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet in that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please.

...If you please
If you please

Holy shit, this paper is a ten gallons worth of homosexual. Multiculturalism, who cares? Not me.

My God, it was so cold out the other day and today it was like, 65? AND IT'S FUCKIN' SNOWIN' IN TEXAS. Never thought I'd see the day, screw them, we're further North!...Ugh, I'm moving to Texas.

So I turned in my art portfolio today. I worked for nearly 3 hours on this really cool ink thingy for it too. It was number 15 out of 15 that I needed for my 'folio. I thought "Hey, I'll be super/artsy/emo/stupid and burn the edges. It'll be great, lolz!" Yep, SET IT ABLAZE. It just, went up in flames...I didn't even notice it at first until it burned the piss out of my finger. I turned my portfolio in anyways and was like, "Yeah, you only get 14 drawings because I'm a pyro." He just stared at me, so I left. I HATE THAT CLASS. Grr. Good news though, the closet case, I mean TJ...and I...have 3D Design together next semester. Hooray for a class with someone I fucking know, srsly.

College, stop being stupid. AND START WRITING PAPERS FOR ME.

OKSO.

JKR has announced that booksevenSevenSEVEN will come out on July 7th, 2007.

OOTP comes out on July 13th.

...I will die from Harry Potter explosions.

So today, I topped 300 lbs.







304 lbs to be exact. That's 30lbs since I graduated. FUCK.

HOMG, THE PRESTIGE.

I. LOVE. CHRISTIAN. BALE.

I've seen quite a large chunk of movies this year, but The Prestige just might be the best. Pirates 2 was good and Jackass 2 had its moments, but The Prestige was mind-boggling and I loved it. You will not be disappointed.
( OH MAN SUMMARIZZLE )
( BRAIN DUMP/SPOILERS )
Alright, now my brain hurts again, so, umm, here's my favortie scene.

Maaaaaaaaaaaan, just maaaan. I finally got around to watching Finding Neverland and Benny and Joon yesterday and just........man. Johnny Depp, the man can do no wrong. Gah, I cried a little at the end of Finding Neverland and like, no movie has ever made me cry except for Life Is Beautiful because Roberto Benigni is just that god damn good. Johnny, I <3 you and your magical acting powers.I'm still putting off my paper for English

I can't find the cords for my scanner :/

ERICA AND I ARE GOING TO SEE RENT IN NOVEMBER!

*ahem*

RICHARD IS GOING TO TOULOUSE, FRANCE FOR HIS MISSION THINGY!!

*ahem cough*

So yeah, I've been drawing like, a freaking lot lately. One of these days I'll hook my scanner back up and post some. I also preordered POTC2 DVD. GO ME, SRSLY. I've gotten so much done in the past three days, I just wish I could FOCUS and START ON MY GODDAMN PAPER THAT'S DUE TOMORROW MORNING. Okay.

So I really want to NOT be in a Basic Drawing class right now, but whoops. I wanna start 2d stuffz now, lolz. I need to go talk to my fucking advisor and I reeeeally don't want to.

Ugh, I just...ehh, I don't even know. I miss people, but I don't. It's weird and I just don't know what to do or feel anymore. Fuck man, I just want to be back out on the lake with David. AND I WANT TO DRAW MORE AND NOT GO TO CLASS >.

Things I really friggin' miss.

- COURTNEYERICAASHLEYLYANNA among others.
- Marching Band. (Milligan's still dumb, though.)
- 6 a.m. conversations with David about dead babies and smelly vaginas.
- Early morning breakfast with Bobby and David at Cracker Barrel.
- Drawing on the "special" board with Bill and freaking out about Fable.
- TRISH. HOMG SRSLY.
- Wrestling in Chris' yard. Showing up to his house randomly and hanging out for hours because he wouldn't let me leave.
- Bus trips.
- Playing music. The Bari.
- Being a huge Harry Potter nerd. I think I'll be rereading them soon.
- Having a general creative outlet.
- Movie Night.

Yep. Richard is becoming more of a douche the closer this mission gets. Boo, that whore. Bobby is the funniest shit ever. My dad hates David. Apparently my dad really does think I'm a whore. Whoops, whatever, pops.

English Comp 1010 is BEYOND stupid and I really don't want to do this paper. Blegh.

...

DAVID PUKED ALL OVER HIS BOSS' SHOES.

ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahhaahhahahahahahahayes!


Ah! Alan kid is sooo cute and we were math partners today and he's all like 8 layers of shy andkindasortanoreallyemobutyeah.

Hollywoodland was really good. It moves at a moderate pace, but what else is to be expected of a murder mystery? So okay, I was really surprised by Ben Affleck's performance. Good stuff. Adrien Brody was hot as always and was constantly drunk. But yeah, it's good, go see it. *will do research on the murder/suicide of George Reeves later*

P.S. Going to movies by yourself sucks. It was me and five middle-aged women in that theatre.

P.P.S. David quit work, Bobby's going into management and probably to another store, I never work with Crystal or Bill anymore, and I think Tausha's going to be fired. Work will no longer be fun. *sigh*

I'm most definitely digging this new journal. I must say, I do love it so.

Tonight I finally got a chance to go to a home game at the old stompin' ground; Powell. I parked out in buttfuck and pratically ran all the way to the gate. I saw Madame Taylor. WEIRD. She told me that she had assigned a composition in her French III class and Tony had written about me. WEIRDER. Richard and I made gorilla noises at Chris' dad, that was pretty fun. Rebecca was there along with Andy and Jonathan Haskew. It really felt good to be acknowledged by everyone as they came off the field. All I heard were people screaming my name and then lots and lots of hugs. Mr. Milligan even stopped being an prick just to give me one. Aww, how sweet.

It was a very strange being in the band again during a game. People running into each other half naked...I guess I'll go ahead and admmit that I miss. I sat in the stands for all of fourth quarter and just watched the tubas do their flashes. I fell into my old routine and yelled at people. People I didn't know. They listened. *g*

Seeing him again was different. He's all friendly and what not when she's not around. I hate the way she controls him. I don't think I'll ever stop missing him.

Richard turned in his "mormon papers" the other day. He's probably going to leave in about a month or so. He told me when his papers get back that he's officially a missionary. This means 1)he's not allowed to see certain movies, listen to certain music, and be seen with questionable people, 2)he can no longer be along with a female (we can't go eat lunch together anymore), and 3) I'M NOT ALLOWED TO HUG HIM WHEN HE LEAVES. What kind of fucked up shit is that? He says he's just "not allowed to 'touch' girls. Handshake; I get a fucking handshake. Boo, that whore.

I really miss Foley. I really miss Rhiannon. I haven't really told anyone, but I've been seeing her. A LOT. I've been seeing lots of other things too, but I think that's from the lack of sleep, or I could be going crazy. Either way, I can get meds for it.

I miss my friends. I miss hanging out with David and Bobby. I want a new job. Pellissippi has no good boys, boo. (Except these guys Jody and Alan, but they're way out of my league. Whoops.) I finished reading She's Come Undone and I cried at the end. READ IT.