The past week I have been watching a lot of psychological thrillers, and it is questioning my own sense of sanity. Just the other day I had to stop myself from thinking that my entire college was an illusion. I probably should take a break from the insanity, but it keeps me entertained.
Here are some of the movies that I have seen this week; Shutter Island, Requiem for a Dream, Black Swan, and The Others. My favorite of these horrible pills to swallow was Requiem for a Dream. This was not a thriller really, but it is a hard movie to forget and I put it under the psychological category because once you see it, the movie will tattoo itself onto your brain. From the haunting violin soundtrack all the way to the soft smile of Leto that cracks into a sob at the end of the movie, almost everything about this movie makes me feel like you lost everything that was ever important to you. While this movie is about drugs, I do not think that it is the primary reason it was made. Requiem for a Dream is about searching for your own 'Fix'. Whether it is Coke, Heroin or even food, everyone has a fix. Once you lose yours, you could end up losing everything that you love in your life too, even yourself. Someone I look up to recently told me that everyone has their own escape. For her, it is heights and adrenaline. For some people it could be drugs, alcohol, school even perfection. For example, a type A person who has to follow every rule, might get their version of 'high' off of preforming to the highest of standards and making sure that they do not mess up the expectations they set for themselves.
In the end, it depends on if you let your fix if control your life, and if you end up in a requiem that you are unable to escape.
Frick I have pink hair now! People will look at me in the streets and think "man I bet that girl is up to date with all the politics going on" (i'm not) "I'm guessing she only watches movies with subtitles" (I don't) "I'd believe it if you told me she is very artsy" (in the third grade I drew an amazing spongebob portrait).
HOLY crap I just spent a lot of time watching Game of Thrones, but hey at least i'm no longer playing episode. (I am absolutely still playing episode). Ok Ok ill sum it up with a poem;
I was a song
Stacey's mom it was called
you wanted my mom
but i was Stacey.
That was to prove my point that adding lots of spaces to stupid sentences does not make it poetry. Thank you goodnight.
I just had my 20th birthday. I can finally, well do everything that I could do when I was 19. Time sneaks up on you slower than your grandma wants you to believe but faster than if you were to check off the days of a calendar.
"Mice which have lived to be very old sometimes grow tired of life in the dreariness of the fields. They see the birds and wish to fly. So they migrate through fissures and tunnels down into the bowels of the earth, the underworld. When they emerge years later the finger bones of their front paws have lengthened to support long, thin, membranous wings. The metamorphosis, sadly is not without its price. The enormous size of the wings necessary to lift the weight of their bodies prohibits the poor creatures from maneuvering on the ground, and even to rest they must hang inverted from the upper surfaces of the damp caverns in which they reside. More painful still, they are condemned to live in complete darkness as the long years spent in the absence of light have left them blind. Eventually the memory of their former existence drives them insane."
I have just returned from my expedition to Canada and New Hampshire. Now I am back to my lavish life of waitressing and dog sitting. In other news, I learned how to play a terrible rendition of To Build a Home. It would make the cinematic orchestra wish they had not written the song if they had heard it. I should go shower now.
I've never been a person that's big on "blogs" so that is the exact opposite thing that I will do with this website.
Today I did not work, so I played an obscene amount of episode. If you are confused as to what episode is that means that you are probably a grown adult that does normal things and doesn't play dumb dramatic animated games on their iPads. I am not a normal adult. Once I thought I played enough (I was forced to stop playing) I went to Walgreens to buy ointment cream for my mosquito bites. the mans name I purchased them from was Octavius.
Some things that I do