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In the spirit of Christmas, I've given myself a brand new livejournal:
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Enjoyz.
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24 December 2008 @ 02:44 pm
In the spirit of Christmas, I've given myself a brand new livejournal:
bbmonique.livejournal.com/
Enjoyz.
11 December 2008 @ 07:15 am
It's been more than seven years since I read The Westing Game. I think it was rounabouts 4th or 5th grade when my teacher required me to read it for school (those damn Accelerated Reader categories). When I picked up the book from the library (children's section, though, to me, it's never particularly seemed like a child's book), I flipped through it. It felt familiar in my hands.
I ended up going to Starbucks to read for about an hour. My mommy was home, and I wanted to do was read read read and drink coffee coffee coffee. My reading had a brief Lisa-interuption, but then I just kept right on trucken. I realized two things: 1)The Westing Game is GENIUS. 2) The beginning and the end were very familiar to me. Almost too familiar. And yet, the whole middle of the book I couldn't've recalled if I was being tortured.
03 November 2008 @ 04:56 pm
I said "fuck" today. That's a first for me. Actually, I said it twice. Steve is my witness.
My usual swearing filter has been breaking down recently. I don't particularly like to swear because I think its unoriginal. Now, though, the filter has become sadly disrepaired. Its either there and not working, or its just not there anymore. =/
My usual swearing filter has been breaking down recently. I don't particularly like to swear because I think its unoriginal. Now, though, the filter has become sadly disrepaired. Its either there and not working, or its just not there anymore. =/
01 November 2008 @ 08:11 pm
The words flew effortlessly from my fingertips.
It makes sense.
I feel rejuvenated.
Important.
Sigh. I like this feeling. I want to remember this feeling.
It rarely happens. This feeling.
Oohhh.
My words are going to be read. Do I hold some kind of power, then?
No.
But I have made impressions.
=DD
It makes sense.
I feel rejuvenated.
Important.
Sigh. I like this feeling. I want to remember this feeling.
It rarely happens. This feeling.
Oohhh.
My words are going to be read. Do I hold some kind of power, then?
No.
But I have made impressions.
=DD
11 October 2008 @ 04:31 pm
I had two epiphanies this morning (well, late afternoon) when I woke up. And I think both owe credit to the last few days I've had living my life.
Ephiphany One:
Getting caught up in "the dramas of high school" is unavoidable. By everybody in high school, at all times. Even if they claim to be "over it", that's a lie. High schoolers thrive on drama. It can't be avoided because, you know why? WE ARE ALL HIGH SCHOOLERS. Therefore, we react to situations with the mentality of the teenagers we are regardless of how "mature" we think we are. The only way to stay away from it is to completely alienate yourself from your friends and your high school. Kayte's a prime example of how this approach works wonders. It was nice knowing all of you....
Ephiphany Two:
I never tell anyone the full truth. I always leave bits and pieces out. Depending on who I'm talking to, those bits and pieces can be major or miniscule. If all my friends/family/acquaintances got together, they could easily piece my life together. You see, I always tell different people different things about myself and what I've done, blah blah blah. But no one knows THE FULL TRUTH. It makes me sad that there's no one out there that knows every little detail about me except....me. And it makes me even more sad that I don't know anyone who's fully, completely, and irrevocably worthy of knowing everything about me. I need someone.
Way to get depressing. Srrrrry.
Ephiphany One:
Getting caught up in "the dramas of high school" is unavoidable. By everybody in high school, at all times. Even if they claim to be "over it", that's a lie. High schoolers thrive on drama. It can't be avoided because, you know why? WE ARE ALL HIGH SCHOOLERS. Therefore, we react to situations with the mentality of the teenagers we are regardless of how "mature" we think we are. The only way to stay away from it is to completely alienate yourself from your friends and your high school. Kayte's a prime example of how this approach works wonders. It was nice knowing all of you....
Ephiphany Two:
I never tell anyone the full truth. I always leave bits and pieces out. Depending on who I'm talking to, those bits and pieces can be major or miniscule. If all my friends/family/acquaintances got together, they could easily piece my life together. You see, I always tell different people different things about myself and what I've done, blah blah blah. But no one knows THE FULL TRUTH. It makes me sad that there's no one out there that knows every little detail about me except....me. And it makes me even more sad that I don't know anyone who's fully, completely, and irrevocably worthy of knowing everything about me. I need someone.
Way to get depressing. Srrrrry.
26 September 2008 @ 10:03 pm
Is wanting to be atypical too...typical? Especially in these cray-zay days?
Oooh... I might've just found my next column topic....
Oooh... I might've just found my next column topic....
10 September 2008 @ 02:37 pm
10 September 2008 @ 07:03 am
07 September 2008 @ 01:27 pm
I'm kind of rattled right now. And by "kinda" I mean, I can't keep my hands still. And my stomach is churning. I need a massive hug.
Thank you Sufjan Stevens.
Thank you Wikipedia.
I did some research on a song on Illinois: "John Wayne Gacy, Jr. "
Oh God.
Why?
How?
Why?
It made me cry. For real. And now I just feel sick.
15 August 2008 @ 10:27 pm
I. Am. So. Trrrrd.
Newspaper + Lakeland + hike + work = trrd Monica.
Newspaper + Lakeland + hike + work = trrd Monica.
Current Mood: 
yawn.
yawn.27 July 2008 @ 01:59 am
I wanted a book that would make me cry and cry and cry because I've been thinking I should have a good cry over a deeply moving book. I heard about this little beauty and thought, "Hm. Teenage suicide. Should work." Sadly...it didn't. It just made me super depressed and questioning everything I have ever known about anybody. Anybody at my school. Anybody at work. Anybody that I've ever come into contact with. I have to admit I like this affect much better than tears pouring down my face. I like books that make me think. This book made me question and think, so it's doubly good.
It's about Hannah Baker, a distubed teenager girl who committed suicide. But before she got to do the dirty deed, she made seven cassette tapes, using only thirteen sides. The tapes were her way of telling everyone why she had come to the conclusion that death was the only way she could be happy. The tapes listed thirteen people which she claimed were the thirteen reasons why she killed herself.
As the reader, I followed the story along with Clay Jensen who is on the tapes but doesn't understand why. The way the book was written really made me feel for Clay, become frustrated with Hannah, irritated and helpless about what she decided to do, and disgusted with the people who could've done something (or refrained from doing something, or should've refrained from doing something) that caused her to come to her decision.
And that's where my summary ends. Read it yourself. It's disturbing and enlightening.
PS. Megan, add it to your book list, just after The Nimrod Flipout.
Current Mood: 
maturing.
maturing.09 July 2008 @ 04:04 am
Maybe I'm just a die-hard Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince fan, but this quote from Empire really bothered me:
"The truth is that relatively little of import happens in Book 6."
WHAT?!
Who's writing this?
Did they even read HBP?
Obviously not, because Harry did more than have "a few hormonal strops." Horcruxes. Dumbledore's death. Ron/Lavender. Ron/Hermione. Draco's characterization. Tom Riddle's history. SNAPE. All very important for the last book, no?
Now I'm mad and can't go to bed....and it's 4AM.
"The truth is that relatively little of import happens in Book 6."
WHAT?!
Who's writing this?
Did they even read HBP?
Obviously not, because Harry did more than have "a few hormonal strops." Horcruxes. Dumbledore's death. Ron/Lavender. Ron/Hermione. Draco's characterization. Tom Riddle's history. SNAPE. All very important for the last book, no?
Now I'm mad and can't go to bed....and it's 4AM.
Current Mood: 
frustrated/tired.
frustrated/tired.03 July 2008 @ 11:08 am
24 June 2008 @ 02:40 am
Golden Girls = Sex and the City.
Blanche = Samantha.
Rose = Charlotte.
Dorothy = Carrie.
Sophia = Miranda. (it's the cynicism)
Isn't that scary?
I don't know who Mr. Big is, nor Steve, Harry, or Smith, but that's all water under the bridge....
WII PARTY TOMORROW.
Blanche = Samantha.
Rose = Charlotte.
Dorothy = Carrie.
Sophia = Miranda. (it's the cynicism)
Isn't that scary?
I don't know who Mr. Big is, nor Steve, Harry, or Smith, but that's all water under the bridge....
WII PARTY TOMORROW.
Current Mood: 
loopy.
loopy.13 June 2008 @ 02:20 am
I think I'm suffering from insomnia right now. It's 2:20AM and I'm not tired. I just spent three hours watching Sex and the City...I feel like I should go to bed now because it's laaaaate. But I'm wide awake. Usually I'm a zombie by midnight, at the latest. Is this insomnia? Or am I just hyped up on Mountain Dew?
And now it's 3:01AM and I'm just listening to Half-Blood Prince on my iPod. Ugh. I just yawned! It's a start.
And now it's 3:01AM and I'm just listening to Half-Blood Prince on my iPod. Ugh. I just yawned! It's a start.
Current Mood: 
awake.
awake.05 June 2008 @ 03:23 pm
It's only taken me four days (nonconsecutive) to watch this movie. I think that's because it's 2 hrs 13 min long, and I just did not have that time to leisurely sit down and watch a movie.
Now, I have finished it and I can see why it's a classic Hollywood movie. It made me want to learn ballet. And dance in The Red Shoes scored by Julian Craster. I really liked the 1940's feel to it, especially when they show the "intimate scene" where all they're doing is sleeping in a buggy (when I saw the scene, my mind jumped to Titanic, only milder), and then after they get married and are shown sleeping in two seperate beds.
The ending was suprising and really made me appreciate the movie as a whole. With any other ending, I don't think the movie would have the same feeling. Up until the end, I felt the movie was too long, but the ending comes at you LIKE THAT and I sat back and thought, "Wow. Good movie."
One thing did bother me: Julian Craster looked about 50 years old compared to Victoria Page's 25-30 years.
Current Mood: 
contemplative.
contemplative.01 June 2008 @ 06:57 pm
Work was grotesque.
Everyone was cranky.
No one wanted to do anything.
I was the only one on the floor maintenancing.
Actually, Herschel was on the floor too, but that kid is in his own little world.
I realized Sarah hates me.
Tonight I have to:
Finish my chemistry review.
Finish my Precalc paper (which requires me to make up some questions for Mr. Blair).
Start my cheat-sheets for both final exams.
READ. The Hobbit.
Relax.
Current Mood: 
dfjkhgfiaksfjhjkfsda.
dfjkhgfiaksfjhjkfsda.30 May 2008 @ 11:00 am
In my eyes, Wes Anderson can do no wrong. I've loved every single one of his movies that I've seen (minus The Royal Tennebaums and Bottle Rocket because I don't remember seeing the first and I've NEVER seen the second). I was stoked to finally see The Darjeeling Limited at the library and I instantly snapped it up. I watched it this morning.
But hey. You can't go wrong with Jason Schwartzman and Adrien Brody. Together. In the same movie.
PS. I'm having a good hair day.
( thoughts... )
But hey. You can't go wrong with Jason Schwartzman and Adrien Brody. Together. In the same movie.
PS. I'm having a good hair day.
Current Mood: 
silliness.
silliness.23 May 2008 @ 01:03 am
HALF-BLOOD PRINCE IS DONE BEING FILMED.
I crave trailers.
And pictures.
I crave trailers.
And pictures.
Current Mood: 
YESSSS.
YESSSS.