Some Deep Stuff: New Year's

Reason

• Them: It is an opportunity  to get a blank slate or whatever. It's an opportunity for a fresh start, resolutions for a new, better new year.  *corny comercial voice* "It's A New Year and A New You!!"
• Me: It doesn't actually change anything. Life just goes on as normal. It's a made-up holiday. GODDAMMIT. I FEEL OLD.

Best Music Videos Ever

BE WARNED:

THE FOLLOWING POST CONTAINS AN ALMOST OVERWHELMING AMOUNT OF AWESOMENESS. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE EITHER ZOOEY DESCHANEL OR M. WARD, I SUGGEST YOU A) FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO DO OR B) START LIKING THEM

Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? (Bank Dance)

This video, featuring (500) Days of Summer's Joseph Gordon-Levitt, has almost a Bonnie and Clyde feel to it. I dunno. It's just really cool dancing, Zooey Deschanel looking amazing as always and a really hot dude who can dance (Yes, I'm talking about Joseph...).

Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?

Again, this video has Zooey Deschanel looking awesome. And being awesome. I mean, all those little angel dudes. Totally adorable.

Don't Look Back

I don't even know where to start with this one. Oh yeah, it's all really retro/space age and insanely cool. Also, there's more than one Zooey and more than one M. Ward at some point of the video. And that piano-thing that plays itself?  AND THAT COOL PHONE SHE HAS? Way too cool. I'm serious.

In the Sun

So Zooey and Matt go back to highschool. And they wear awesome clothes. And there's dancing in the hall ways. And there's hoola-hoops. 'Nough Said.

And finally, one of my favourites. I KNOW this isn't actually a music viideo, but it's awesome nonetheless.

I Put a Spell on You 

This was an appearance of theirs with Conan O'Brien. AWESOMENESS.

Caring

We all know the time comes when we find it hard to get excited about stuff like we used to as children. We find it hard to get as stoked about Halloween, and Christmas and Santa as we did when  we were three, or seven or even eleven years old. We might no longer count down to the days, hours and minutes. In fact, we might forget we even have a count down. I did, in fact, my Christmas countdown still says "4 days until Christmas!" in fake-cheery script. And it's almost New Year's. These things no longer evoke the whimsical feelings they once did. This year, for example, I had to force myself to listen to Christmas music from November in order to get myself through the holiday weirdness that seems to take over. I didn't quite succeed, but I got an amazing album out of it.

Part of it is growing old, as I discovered after reading this and getting through most of this*. It'd be kind of weird if after however many years have passed you didn't think any differently of things like Gumby and Disney Princesses and Hannah Montana. We all have to evolve and mature, so it totally makes sense that we suddenly see things in a different light. For example, the other day I was listening to some of that weird Disney music: all that High School Musical, Hannah Montana and Jonas Brothers stuff, while lying in a pool of self-loathing wondering how on earth my mom put up with that rubbish. It's no wonder she's skeptical before listening to She & Him or Joni Mitchell and Carole King. My bad, childish taste in music has left her forever scarred.

 But the other part is not caring anymore. Like Honestly Not Caring Anymore. As in: "I no longer care enough about this commercialized holiday that has no actual religious roots, therefore I will not be excited about it." or "Next Year will be just as awful/boring as this one. I no longer care enough to make life interesting. I will just allow Fox and ABC to take care of that for me. Also the lovely people over at Rookie Mag and the YA librarians can keep me from going insane, if they'd like.". I think that just admitting that I don't care for a lot of things is depressing. AND I DON'T FRIGGING CARE. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN.

I will read this in the morning an die of self-loathing. This is/will probably be one of many posts that will scare people off and possibly make them wonder what the hell my problem is. And they will know the answe. I Don't Care enough to actually figure anything out. And that is just one of the many things that are wrong with me.

 *The second link is an interview by (the amazing) Tavi Gevinson for her online zine, Rookie, with Dan Clowes. Although I have no idea of who he is, I found I could relate to/understand what he was saying.

This is a cool song... my friend Holly was talking about it today... (yay Holly!!)

Obsessions... more like yeah, Obsessions

For some reason I do not understand, I tend to get hooked on stuff. Movies, Books, TV Shows, singers, songs, actors, characters, websites. I get hooked on really anything. For the longest time it has been Harry Potter, Bones, She & Him, and Taylor Swift. I talk about them constantly, I reference them on a daily basis, I always try to get others to like them as much as I do. I have succeeded only once; my sister is another big Taylor Swift fan.
I know addictions aren't healthy. In school we have learned about drug/alcohol addictions since we were pretty young. The media is chock-full of stories about celebrities addicted with booze and marijuana and a number of other drugs that would take forever to list. There's also stories about people obsessed with plastic surgeries; it seems these tabloids enjoy embarrassing them over bad procedures (but that's a whole other post). There's people obsessed with sex and porn and hookers (that is also a whole different post). Lastly, there's TV shows about people obsessed with coupons, and amassing large  ridiculus amounts of rubbish.
What I don't know, however, is if dealing with an addiction like mine is really at all necessary. I mean loving those things (Harry Potter and Bones and Taylor Swift and She & Him) is pretty harmless, right? I'm not harming anybody. All I'm doing is annoying them to no end, and keeping myself amused. I could find other ways to do that such as sports or going to extra help for Algebra but we all know that is just about as likely to happen as my marrying Daniel Radcliffe. Mainly because I am so so so against sports and the huge hold they seem to have over society, and secondly because Algebra is just about the most boring thing in the world.

Yay! I have just promised you two posts about me ranting!!

This song is awesome. Taylor Swift is awesome. And The Hunger Games was one of my Christmas Presents this year.

I am The Messenger by Marcus Suzak

This is the story of nineteen year-old cab-driver Ed Kennedy. A local deadbeat who has accomplished nothing,  and likely never will. That is until he gets held up by the most useless gunman who drops his gun, as he tries to get away. Luckily, the escape vehicle is a piece of crap that has a one-in-five chance of starting. Ed shoots the windshield, and is suddenly hailed a hero. For about a day. After the afore mentioned gunman is convicted and sent to jail (6 months, much to Ed's dismay...) playing cards start turning up at his doorstep.

What I love about this book is maybe the fact that Ed, like all the characters, are real, flawed people. I mean, at nineteen Bob Dylan was a seaoned performer in NYC's Greenwich Village, Joan of Arc was the most wanted woman on earth, and Ed Kennedy was perhaps the youngest cab-driver in his area. Because he had fake papers. His late dad was an alcoholic, his mum a chain-smoker and "one of those mums that goes out in public wearing Ugg boots" haha. He has two sisters, I believe, one of whom got knocked up as a teen, and a younger brother who out-shines him everyday. He goes to University.In the city.

This is a really feel-good kind of thing. Also, Suzak's style is very easy-going. It's very friendly and conversational...

Tavi Gevinson ideaCity10

So this was from last summer, I'd like to think... and Tavi (#personalhero) is just extremely amazing... :D

Whatever Happened to Dudley Dursley

For some odd reason, my friend and I started talking about Dudley during Ceramics Class. It might have been the fact that Harry Potter is pretty much the only thing we talk about, but we never talk about the Dursleys. NEVER. But we couldn't stop thinking about what happened to Harry Potter's obnoxious cousin. J.K Rowling pretty much tied most loose ends in some interview a few years ago. Luna married Skarmander's great-grand son, Neville married one of Harry's Quidditch teammates, and George continued with Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. But we never got to hear about what happened to our Darling Dudders. Of course, after he, Petunia and Vernon were taken away by Dedalus Diggle and that other person, they really served no other purpose in the story. Their job was done. They had tortured Harry for nearly sixteen years, provided a home for him, and essentially kept him safe. But what happened after? Did he continue to be an insufferable douche? Did he and Harry get together? this is what I figured went down.


Dudley Dursley hadn't always thought his cousin Harry was a waste of space, considering he didn't actually take up all that much of it. He also figured that since he had saved his life from those damned invisible, soul-sucking creatures, Harry really couldn't be all that bad. He'd be damned, though, if he ever let anyone know that. He realized he actually missed him. Because it was rather amusing to listen in on whatever the hell it was his father was yelling about. He often wondered about what had happened to that scrawny little git.

A Mom Appreciation Post

It's fair to say that my mom is one of my closest friends. I mean, not in the Gilmore Girls kind of way, where she acts like she's my age and we get along 98% of the time. I mean, she's my closest friend in the sense that we're hanging out together most of the time, and we enjoy a lot of the same stuff, and she'd rather go shopping with me than with my sister... (what can I say? Lady's got taste!!). 
My mom isn't necessarily Lorelai Gilmore: all cutesy and quirky, but she's got her moments. Like when she makes those corny squeaky voices and pretends I'm three. Or when she tries impersonating me impersonating some character, like Hermione. She also isn't Rachael Ray or Martha Stewart or one of those women on TV who bake 24/7 and are crafty. She's a busy woman, but she's also a mean cook. I swear, she could take on Iron Chef Bobby Flay... sure he may be the King of Spices, but she's the Queen of the Kitchen.Today, for example she made some amazing guacamole. And when she's really in the mood, her lasagna and steaks and really anything she makes is awesome.
My mom is easily one of the most amazing people I have ever met. She's smart, creative, funny, strong and she is also very stubborn strong willed, not unlike myself. I think that ever since my parent's marriage entered this kind of Limbo we're in right now, we've become closer. I think that for the two of us it was like some kind of bonding agent. I've always supported her more than my dad, which I'm not entirely sure is right, but it always does seem like the right thing to do.


I LOVE MY MOMMY!!! :*






picture Copyright Laura Mendez

Nearing the End

It seems the New Year is nearly here... 16 Days to go!!
It's weird in a way. It feels like nothing's really happened, like nothing has actually changed. When I was younger, I always thought a New Year meant at Fresh Start, but it really isn't so. Time just doesn't get set back every New Year. Life doesn't re-start either. All our messes, and issues are still there.
I can look back on this last year and tell you how it has been better/worse than the previous years. This year I've been lonelier. I don't exactly have friends in school, and the friends I do have I talk to online, mostly. (I love you guys!!). Also, I dislike school a lot more. Yesterday, for instance, I was walking Home with my Nina ( a girl with whom I am working on an Algebra project) and we were discussing how our school is anything but the place you get excited about. i don't think I have been remotely excited for high school. in fact, I dread it. I dread class. I dread lunch time. I dread having to sit there surrounded by complete morons. Most of all, I dread math class, because I have got the worst teacher ever.
However, this year has been better than others in the sense that I have a clearer understanding of a lot of things. I have discovered a lot of things I had never known existed, and I love them. I discovered HelloGiggles.com which is a really easy, quirky site for "strong, independent females". I discovered Rookie (rookiemag.com) which is another site aimed mainly at women, although it focuses more on teen-aged girls. I have discovered awesome people like Tavi Gevinson, Editor-in-chief of Rookie, and Carole King, and M. Ward and Frank Sinatra. I have discovered the joys of Tumblr. And most recently actual blogs.
As we near the end of this odd year, 2011, I would like to get this blog going. It will obviously be about Books, who are often my best friends, Bones, which is more than a 'weird' TV show, because it is a source of inspiration (both fanfic-wise as well as life-wise), and the Scattered thouughts that litter my head on a daily basis.