Ah... We Meet Again

I've found that while not blogging, I was missing a piece of myself. Hey piece of me, come back! You're wanted here.

Many things have happened, though insignificant in my cyberworld full of "privacy". You know, people pronounce that word strangely sometimes. My professor from England pronounces is prih-vuh-see. I like that better than pry-va-see. It makes me sound more sophisticated when I put on a little British drawl before the day is out. Damn my flea-sized attention span. As I was saying, cyberprivacy. Doesn't exist. Let's move on from that.

Apparently my roommates forget sometimes that animated films (or films in general, rather) do not follow the normal pattern of life. While they are willing to unquestioningly accept the fantastical twists and turns of Buffy; The Vampire Slayer (though poorly enhanced), they cannot comprehend small bugs breaking into chorus for a verse of "In The Dark of the Night"(Anastasia), or why Ursula in George of the Jungle wears makeup while trapped in the deep of Africa. We have been watching a lot of Buffy, we actually just finished the season. And may I say, what the hell happened to all the ugly vampire stuff??? I feel like by making vampires sexy and super-appealing and fantastic lovers etc. etc. the media is teaching people to embrace danger because it's beautiful. It's like Beauty and the Beast but worse. And I know this is another rant, but wouldn't Edward not be able to be around Bella when she was on her period? Men normally don't like women that PMS, so at first, he wouldn't spend her whole PMS week with her, and then when she was hangin' out with Aunt FLO, he would be like "I'm out". Unless of course she was taking those birth control pills that prevent your period for a while. Oh wait, OBVIOUSLY NOT, because SPOILER ALERT she has his baby. His murderous vampire baby. Inside her. With all her blood. Inside her. Getting my point? Or maybe I don't have one *insert devious smile here*

True story. That was Meyer's first ending, but it didn't go over well with her publishers.

 

Oh dear. there I have gone again. 

I guess I should give a heads up that this blog entry will be pointless and frazzled, but if that's what you like... well then baby, I'll give it to you *sensual stare*... *creepy stare*...

Blogs should really come with videotapes so I can make faces. But virtual ones so people wouldn't be able to creep and see my ACTUAL face. I guess it doesn't matter much, hm?

I invite all of you to search through your old papers, journals, notes, blogs, etc. and think about yourself during that period of time. I just found this blog that I completely forgot about, and on it I posted multiple poems that (though I was in a really bad point of my life) were absolutely fantastic. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but these poems are ridiculously soulful and eloquent, it's awesome. Even looking at things from a year ago, I find I'm an entirely different person. And somehow I'll always love me some animated films... ANASTASIA FTW!!!!!

"He didn't take the money"

 

And because I've tired myself out and my computer is inches away from death, I have concluded that I will just cut myself off with some vintage Eye Candy of the Day

Thank YOU Marlon Brando

 

-Forever Yours