Movies I Might See This Month: November

Yes the (In) famous Twilight: Breaking Dawn! Now!-what with me being a well rounded woman who has in fact read that giant hunk of drama publishers call a novel, I can definitely wait for this to come out on DVD. But… Honest to God, my mother and I are only going to see it because the acting is so bad it is more like a comedy (dramedy?) to us. Especially with that Jacob fellow. So there’s that. I just…put it out there. Don’t get me wrong, I actually liked the book (this was before I started reading classics and award winning novels… and I was a momentary “Twihard” fan) but the movies…kind of…. kill it.

They are all dead! Literally!

And no this is not a post where in I completely bash the Twilight Saga. That is just not the point of this post. I am just casually letting you guys know what to expect from me if I ever go see a Twilight movie with you.

I Will laugh my tail off.

Seriously.

I can’t just sit there and watch that soap with out laughing up a storm every time Jacob is supposed to be angry but clearly looks like he is trying not to laugh. I love you Taylor Lautner, but please… stick to that martial arts stuff you were doing and go back to Taylor Swift… or something.

And Kirsten… you know what?- don’t get me started on her….

Or that sparkly hunk…of creepiness, either.

Edward scares me a little.

Either way, my mother and I are going to see Twilight: Breaking Dawn… because we haven’t had a good laugh in awhile.

Here is the trailer.

NEXT MOVIE!

In Time! With good old sexy Timberlake and little Miss Seyfried.

Now, the reason I did not put the synopsis in for Breaking Dawn is because- well… do you really need one? I mean probably half the people on earth have seen or heard about Twilight so I just left it hanging in the air… like a rag. Yes, a rag.

Anyway!

Here is the synopsis after which I will explain to you guys why I will (doubtfully) definitely be going to see this movie.

Synopsis:

When scientists unlock the secret to immortality, time becomes the new currency and one desperate man comes under attack from a mysterious group known only as the “Time Keepers.” In the not-too-distant future, scientists have discovered a way to turn off the aging gene. As the threat of overpopulation looms over society, money becomes a thing of the past. Now, assets are measured in time; those with the most time also possess the most power. Meanwhile, the lower classes are forced to barter with the new elite if they want to live forever. Suddenly a young commoner stumbles across a treasure chest of time. With the “Time Keepers” in hot pursuit, however, he may never get a chance to use it.

In my opinion… that is a fairly bad synopsis. But seeing as I haven’t seen the movie yet and couldn’t find anything better, so that will just have to do.

I’ll definitely write a synopsis for it if/when I decide to do a review on these movies.

But, on the plus side, the preview is pretty cool.

Okay, so the reason I am going to see this movie is because I- oh who am I kidding, my mother is dragging me to go see it. She likes government “conspiracy” type movies. But, I will say that it does seem interesting albeit that bad acting that may or may not be in it. I don’t care. I like a good conspiracy myself. Hence the reason I love crime mysteries and movies set in the Golden Age in England (were those REALLY the “Golden Ages”? Hmm? Hmm?!?!). Plus, apparently, the guy who wrote the this movie also wrote The Truman Show…. and I love that movie so I’ll give In Time a shot.

So there are my Two November Picks.

Got any recommendations?

Procrastination… And Why it is Definitely NOT Okay for Teens to Take Up Psychology

I have been on a plane… A plane to a place where I hoped I could just run away from all of my problems.

But of course that saying ” You can’t run away from your fears.” has to come and bite me in the patooty because I am, of course, right back to my problems! Which is!: Writing, I cannot seem to force myself to write a short story no matter how much I absolutely NEED  to!

Another: Blogging!- Yes, blogging. I seem to have gotten it into my self-conscious mind that blogs are supposed to be 100% helpful and if they are not, they are garbage! Which is not true at all ( at least not completely). I have come across plenty of blogs that have absolutely NOTHING to do with ANYTHING ( I bet you’re liking how I’m capitalizing all of these words to put unnecessary emphasis on the words). Like, for example, how someone has suddenly broken a nail on their favorite gesticulating finger! So I think, from that narrow and possibly untrue fact(fiction) that it is safe to say that I can write this possibly pointless article for you.

If I haven’t scared you away yet!- there is more.

*evil grin*

Okay I’m not really evil… I just like to smile that way, sometimes.

Anyway!

I have been having “mental conflicts” with myself (obviously, because I can’t have mental conflicts with my dog… even though that would be kind of AWESOME) about how I am going to run this blog. I love talking about everything. So does that mean I should talk about EVERYTHING?

Maybe it is a “psychological” plea for me to raise my voice so that the world can hear all of the amazing things I have to say! There is definitely nothing wrong with that!

A sixteen year old with possible emotional instability and fear of commitment (hence the reason why I have not joined that heinous NaNoWriMo act) and may not have a inkling of skill in writing, despite the very lovely comments my readers/ friends have left on my poems, can write whatever he/she (she/he) pleases to write on he/she (she/he)’s blog.

I very much know that I have commitment issues (since we are speaking on the topic of my psychological issues now) because I have started two novels-on my Booksie- both unfinished.

And I can’t seem to keep a boyfriend…

Anyway! (yes I said “anyway” once again in this post… deal with it)

Don’t get me wrong I love to write and read till death do I and my lovers ( the books… not people) part. But I have this totally legit phobia that I will just crash and burn with it, the writing part I mean. You know, that ridiculous fear of failure thing that keeps possible talented souls from reaching their dreams.

I worry about my blog because of this fear that I have that I might post something offensive or just plain stupid and futile. And every one on this earth hates my writing and I have to “just die”.

I know!- it’s completely reasonable right?

Right?!?!

But yes. In all seriousness, I felt the need to be honest with my readers and let them know that I am human! But now is the time for me to throw away ( and by “throw away” I mean toss aside temporarily) this blockage of a phobia and start posting regularly (once every two weeks) on my blog no matter what the topic is or how short said post may be.

Another thing I would like to just toss out there is that I love to meet new people and I have an interest in just about everything. So if you guys have something you would like to promote ( no drugs please) I would be happy to roll on over to your blogs and read ’em.

If I haven’t angered you to the point of insanity by now, please accept my thanks for patiently (or hastily skimming) this post. I truly appreciate it.

By the way… Psychology… should never be studied by emotionally unstable teens ( like myself) they will think they are diagnosed with everything mentally “illish” and then try to cure it with tedious remedies ( like that dreadful yoga) and/or writing really bad emotional poetry.

Not that I’m saying emotional poetry is bad… it’s just really depressing to the readers, you know?

And THIS ( there it is again!),my friends, is the “Disaster” area of Reading, Writing & Other Disasters.

Our Loving Sorrows

My sorrows are as empty to you
As air is to water,
Our openness towards one another,
As sheer as naked glass.
We lament soundly over our failed loves,
Your love being more severe than mine,
Makes my own feel less relevant.
Open like an empty cave are my kind
Sorrows, yet so full to me as they squeeze
my chest- so painful, ’tis true.
My loving sorrows are empty- too empty to be heard,
They echo back at me like a cry into a cave
My cries into the cave- subservient to the squeeze my love had inflicted upon me- are
as real and just as your own, my selfish friend.
Just as loud as yours…
Just as harsh
Just as tight
Just as greedy as it keenly absorbs
What is left of me-what is left of my heart?
I know there is not much left our hearts, but the pain will pass,
And we both- though kindly conflicted- will bind
Our sorrows unto truths- lament together-
Our sorrows one, embraced tightly in our loving catastrophes.