I met Juliet Landau today.

<3

I will post more later when I have regained the ability to write coherently.

because I'm materialistic

My birthday's in a few days, and I'm not having any parties or anything happening, which is alright, because I'm not much for fusses. (Okay, admittedly I like people giving me attention, but that's beside the point.)

As much as I would like to think otherwise, I am materialistic, the same as most people. So here is my wishlist.

1. The full boxset of Buffy the Vampire Slayer


2. This Skeleton Crew shirt, which I've wanted since well, forever.


3. A decent drum kit. Like, I don't know, this one? (Never mind it costing something like four grand...)


4. A new // several new guitar/s. Preferably Fender or maybe Gibson.


5. Another external hard drive, because I've almost used up a terabyte.

6. More memory for my lovely Macbook, otherwise known as Max.

7. The Angel boxset!


8. THIS CARD.




9. Also, this man please.

Or this guy.

Don't wanna be too picky.

Contemplating starting a second blog.

Because well, I have a feeling personal blogs are meant to be for, well, personal stuff. But, having watched the first two seasons of Buffy (again) in two days, I'm feeling all...Whedon-y. And I'm going to picspam the hell out of general people.

Also, I love Joss Whedon. So much that I've decided to call my future kid Joseph, just so I can nickname him Joss. Haha. Jokes. Probably.

So yes, new blog, old blog, yes, no. Hmmmm.

Also, I'm feeling not too bad today. Must have something to do with not actually having been in direct sunlight all day. Go me.

Joss Whedon is a god.

I'm honest.

Why is he a god? Because he is one of the most amazing writers/directors ever. Okay, whatever, Quentin Tarantino, Stanley Kubrick, Christopher Nolan, I know, I know.

But okay guys. Joss Whedon not only created, wrote and directed Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Firefly and Dollhouse. He also helped create/write/direct/produce Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog, which is, well, 100% quotable, directed an episode of Glee, and co-wrote Toy Story. Oh yeah, and he's co-writing/directing the Avengers. Yeah. He's awesome, okay?

And I was thinking about it (after I a status on Facebook and everyone joined in the quote-fest), and someone said that it was great how when someone posted a Whedon quote, all the Whedon fans joined in. And yeah, that's why Joss Whedon kicks ass.

Because his characters and stories transcend you know, gender, age, genre preference, and whatever-the-hell-else. He makes up cool words (shiny, guys, just shiny), believable people, and believable not-people.

And also, just because come on. He's awesome.

Now...I'm going to watch Buffy again. Because I haven't watched an episode since this morning.

Or maybe I'll watch Dr. Horrible again. Who knows.

Happyness.

"It was right then that I started thinking about Thomas Jefferson on the Declaration of Independence and the part about our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And I remember thinking how did he know to put the pursuit part in there? That maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue and maybe we can actually never have it. No matter what. How did he know that?"
-Christopher, The Pursuit of Happyness

“If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or things.”
- Albert Einstein.

I like your solo.

And well, this is starting to feel like a diary or journal more than a blog. I'm thinking of taking some high-contrast, over-exposed, photographs of ordinary objects or landscapes, and then Photoshopping the life out of them, and then post them and call them art. Maybe that'll prove how individual I am. Great.

We watched Pride and Prejudice in Lit today. The Keira Knightley version. She is possibly the most gorgeous female being to walk the earth as of late. And I actually loved the movie, despite it being completely, perfectly, incandescently...a huge, huge chick flick. I would ramble more about it, but seeing as we've been studying the book, my ramble would be really, really boring. So. I liked the ranga because he was all awkward and goofy and a bit of a doofus, but in a cute way. And Keira and the girl that played Jane were both gorgeous. And I liked the candlelight and the rain, and the mist and the tension.

And now I have to do some homework, because I'm in my free. Blah.

And stuff.

I really loved Scott Pilgrim. It was laugh-out-loud-worthy, which the audience did, a lot, and you sort of get immersed. Especially because it's so jumpy, and I did read some sort of review that mentioned it was good for our ADD generation, and older people might dislike it because of that. Ton of video game references which are funny if you get them, but quite funny regardless.

I got sort of sick of people munching and opening Cokes, or whatever they were doing. Michael Cera was a dick some of the time, but hey, that's life, right? I wish I could have comic book visuals when I play guitar. That would be pretty rad. There were good

I sort of didn't like how my life sort of corresponds to Knives, just a bit. Like, older guy breaking up with school girl with some line like, "You're too young for me," or it might have been "I'm too old for you." Regardless, it made me uncomfortable. And it made me never want to commit to a relationship again, because she was sort of portrayed in a hapless, obsessive way, and he so obviously wasn't into it. So like. There goes my trust (again). Great.

The actual going to a cinema to watch a movie with someone who is not H, or coupled, was good. I don't know. Argh. And I can't. Yeah. Uhmm.  It was awkward, a little. I'm not good at using words. I can write them down or type them. They just don't like coming out of my mouth.

Also, we've somehow managed to use 120GB of data in 28 days. So my internet is pretty much non-existent for the next three days. God help me.

Pretty in pink.

By God, I love 80's movies. I love the Brat Pack. I love Ally Sheedy and Andrew McCarthy and ancient looking computers and ridiculous innocence and dancing. And stereotypical nerds and young love and sunglasses and flowery things and nice hats.


Cinecultist.com

So like.

I noticed I start sentences with 'so' a lot. Oops. But. Good news: I won something. Bad news: I'm not sure what it is yet. Something to do with my story. Hmm. What else. I'm planning on taking my cousin out to the city on Friday, her last night in Melbourne. The next morning (at something like 5am?) she'll be leaving to get on a plane back to China.

The problem is, I'm not sure where to take her. I'm pretty sure she should visit Chinatown ^^ Because y'know, she's Chinese and all. Okay, it's not that funny. Whatever. I have a feeling the Tim Burton exhibition will be largely meaningless to her.

Also, I'm watching Scott Pilgrim vs. The World on Saturday! I'm watching with this serendipitous guy. I have a feeling that's not the way you use serendipitous. Oh well. I have to use a five syllable to make myself sound smarter. Mission failure! I actually love Michael Cera, like, a lot. He's super cute. My top three Michael Cera movies:

• Paper Heart
• Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
• Juno

 So, I was typing the word 'blogging', and I accidentally typed 'bogging'. Haha.

Finally! Does anyone have any ideas for a climate change ad for this competition I'm thinking of entering? sharona out.

Confusion.

Bye Bye Birdie was amazing. I got really attached to it, and the closing night was probably the best performance yet. I took lots of photos. I made a pretty cake that was rainbow, but I didn't take any photos of the insides because I figured it seemed sort of egotistical. Haha.

I had a confusing conversation about liking or not liking a friend who doesn't but used to but has a girlfriend but didn't used to and. It was confusing.

Finally, this has been a most unproductive day. I have been watching Buffy gradually falling in love?! with Spike, and I'm happy with it. Except I'm tired of watching love I'd like it to happen to me. Please and thank you?

I still can't be bothered typing about the ticket fiasco .__.

People are effing stupid.

Since when did socialist become such a bad thing? People are getting more and more selfish. Hillary Clinton was amazing and American corporations are effing idiots. And I'm watching Sicko in media class, obviously.

AND I GOT TICKETS FOR THE GETAWAY PLAN. EFF YEAH.

I hate spoilers.

So I'm almost at the end of Season 5 of Buffy. I'm also on tumblr (same url) and I'm following a whole lot of Whedon groups. And I keep getting spoilers that I wish I could un-read. So here are the top three worst spoilers I have ever gotten. (Don't read further if you don't want spoilers for House Season 5, X-Men 3 or the last few seasons of Buffy.

1. Me and my friend were talking about Kal Penn, and he goes, 'yeah, the guy in House that dies, yeah?' And that spoilt the rest of season 5 for me.
2. After watching X-Men 2 and being sad that Jean Grey died, I was then told, 'It's okay! She comes back in the next movie!'
3. I READ THAT SPIKE GETS HIS SOUL BACK WTF.

Whoo, Angel and Buffy just kissed again after a whole season of not! I want an Angel >< In other news, I saw The Ex today. He gets caps because he's the only real ex I have an issue with. To be honest though, I don't think I regret it. Butterfly wings and all. One good thing came out of it at least, being the discovery of Amber Lamps, who are great.

But I walked into Dick Smith and there he was, helping some couple with a Mac. Fuckhimfuckhimfuckhim. I don't think he saw me. It was still bad.

Oh, yesterday there was a media screening, and it was quite, quite epic. I did the tech stuff for it and it was mad fun. I think it's because I'm pretty close to this year's Year 12 class. It's mostly because I always hang out in the media room and chill with them all the time.

My mum just gave me a good yelling-at because I'm a spoiled brat. Great times.

I'm going off into a little self-pitying tangent with the screen all blck so I can't see what I'm typing. Everything's dark and my eyes are closed. It's quite intense. Decided to not edit this at all. It'll be interesting. Like stream of consciousness stuff.

I am always doubting people around me. I know it's an awful thing to say, but it's true. I'm wondering if they actually want to talk to me, be my friend, hang out, be nice. I'm scared that I'm the weird kid that people pretend to like.

Then again, I am the weird kid. Not the weird kid as in, 'wow, I'm such a hipster. I dress differently and listen to music you've never heard of. Look, here's my posse who also all dress differently. Okay, they all look like they're the same, but it's because we are saaah indie.' I'm actually just...weird.

Like the fact that I get alll introverted and moody on camps. My friend complained to everyone that I was spoiling the mood for her. I understand that and I'm sorry, but I can't wave a magic wand and be happy for everyone's sake. And it's not like I displayed it, I went and sat in the tent until I could gain some modicum of not-angst-and-disappointingness.

I just don't know.

I've been staring at the blank screen

and nothing's coming to me.

I feel...lackluster. Everything seems sort of dimmed at the moment. I've been sitting at the desk with my accounting books, but I feel oddly disconnected. I don't feel like being around people, but I don't know what I want.

It's disconcerting, and at the same time, it's just...not, because I don't have the energy to feel anything much.

Today I tried to do maths homework, invested myself in characters on a screen, didn't play sport, and hated ignorance. Right now I'm sitting and wishing, and also being sort of lonely.



(We did not break up. You walked away.)

=/

Why don't I get invited to parties? I thought we were friends, at least sort of, you know? And nothing. We used to hang out all the time, remember? Whine whine whine. Sob. Why don't you want me?

Oh. Right. That's why.

I would ramble a bit about vampires and lahdidah, but eh. HELLYEAH SPIKE. I need to ring my orthodontist, and then Freeza, and then ask around for some unsigned/signed/awesome bands for my doco. Humm.

My cousin's flying over today. And just for laughs, a photo I took when I was in Hong Kong a few years ago:


It's good they reminded me that I wasn't allowed to bring nuclear weapons. I always forget.

SO I WAS JUST WATCHING BUFFY.

And I just thought Spike/Buffy is one of the greatest pairings ever.



I guess I'll write more about the fascination that is vampires and why they're everywhere these days, and this whole sex symbol thing they inspire. I won't bother wondering why the hell some of them sparkle.

Also, I wonder what it'd be like to be willing to die for something.