Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
She's also doing a project with Luca Campri called Revolution Starts at Home. Really cool stuff.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
- 7 am is a good time to travel from Baltimore to Ocean City on Sundays
- Drinking a large coffee before a road trip will lead to many pit-stops
- It is important to bring gas money- lots of gas money
- A good music playlist is essential in order to have a good road trip
- A driver is lucky to get a parking spot on the Oceanside of Costal Highway, very lucky
- One should bring an ipod, a book or a friend to occupy their time spent out of the water
- Don’t forget to apply, re-apply and re-re-apply sunscreen
- Places like the backs of hands, tops of feet, lips and ears are often forgotten when applying sunscreen
- If you have gauges, you will most likely loose one, if not both while body-surfing, but things like pen caps can make appropriate substitute gauges
- It is smart to bring an extra set of clothes when going to the beach. You never know when you’ll have to change
- Always check for things like vomit before swimming in a pool
- It is never good to accidentally bump into a car, especially when the owner of said car is a bitchy old pro golf employee. She will call the cops
- The police in Ocean City have better things to do than waste their time on accident reports
- 6:30 pm is not a good time to travel from Ocean City to Baltimore on Sundays
- Avoid listening to calming music while driving home exhausted, this will only make you want to sleep
- Don’t listen to the navigational device "TomTom" when trying to find the fastest route home. The monotonous machine will take you on six different highways and through the city, ultimately taking you on the most sketchy and longest route possible
- Bad things happen in three's
- Driving home at ten o’clock when you haven’t slept in 34 hours is not good. Your vision will start to fail and you won’t be able to keep your head straight
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
-Bathroom fight scene between Harry and Draco
-Love-Potioned Ron (hilarious!)
-Cormac McLaggen puking on Snape’s shoes
-Dumbledore with the fire in the cave (bad-ass!)
-Ron semi-moaning Hermione’s name, hell, Ron was funny the entire movie
-Harry under the Felix Felisis potion (“Hi!”)
Events not included and/or edited:
-The meeting between the Prime Minister and the Minister of Magic
-Harry and Dumbledore flying back to Hogwarts on brooms
-Dumbledore hexing Harry still under the invisibility cloak
-The battle between the Death Eaters and previous D.A. members
All in all, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was a success film and I cannot wait for it to be released in video so I can buy it and watch it again. Go see the movie and blog about your own opinions!
p.s. sorry for all of the parenthesis
Monday, July 13, 2009
p.s. go to itunes and listen to songs like "The House Called Awesome Theme Song", "Brotherly Love" and "In Which Draco and Harry Secretly Want to Make Out" (hehe) . Project Playlist didn't have a wide variety.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
I love Beck, and I love this song, but while looking up the lyrics i've found that the music completely contrasts the words. The song is very upbeat and happy sounding while the lyrics are pretty creepy. With pepped up beats and a catchy chorus, a first-time listener would probably not notice how dark and sinister the lyrics actually are. While listening, i for one believe the line "my cyanide girl" to be "my sun-eyed girl", also i thought "I know I'm gonna make her die" was actually "I know I'm gonna make her mine".
I feel like this song could be so many different things for the different people who listen to it since it's so ambiguous. One person could just hear it as a poppy summer song to jam out to in the car while another could see that it's about an ex who's life has fallen out and she wants her boyfriend back. Yet, another person could look at it straight forward and see that it's about a stalker torturing a girl and leaving her to die ("with her hands tied back and her rags were burning/crawling out from a landfilled life").
So, whether you hear the pop beats and happy music, or listen to the spine-chilling lyrics of Beck's Girl, I hope you find some kind of meaning or enjoyment out of this awesome song, because I know I did.
Friday, July 3, 2009
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Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
They walk out of the front door into the spitting rain. It’s not heavy, it’s erratic and sharp. Four girls head to the local convenience store on a warm summer evening to get drinks despite the large abundance of food inside. They only really use the need for drinks as an excuse to escape the confinements of the basement they frequent regularly. Walking to the store provides a small summer night adventure for the girls, even if they’re only going there and coming back home. One girl pulls out a pack of cigarettes and passes it around as they begin their walk, a foolish idea since the rain is picking up. Despite the weather though, two of the four teenagers light their tobacco and attempt to keep the paper from getting wet in the rain. Conversation flows with happy comments and the occasional sarcastic remark as the group walks down a sidewalk littered with streetlights. The rain grows thicker and the two girls with their cigarettes give up on their effort to smoke. The rain is cool but the puddles on the ground are warm from the sun-soaked asphalt. The rainfall brings out the child in each girl, as if enchanted precipitation soaks through her maturity. They laugh for no reason, shout, jump, splash and play. One skips while another starts to sing. Dancing and twirling, they make a turn onto a busy street and continue their late night walk to the store. Shoes are removed and the twirling continues. The group must look odd in the eyes of the oncoming cars, but they could care less. Finally, they make it to the convenience store. They replace their shoes on their feet and attempt to calm their contagious laughter. Trying to look semi-presentable in their saturated hair and sopping clothes, the girls walk through the door.
I had the urge to write something, but i'm no writter.