I have decided to help financially support a little girl named Steffy. She turns seven on April ninth, and she is so beautiful. She lives in Honduras. I really felt God was calling me to use the money I pend on stupid stuff for myself to help support one of these children, so I went up to the table and scanned the pictures, and there was this beautiful little face with a sweet mischievous grin, and I just knew she was it. Reminded me of pictures of myself in kindergarten. She has asthma, and when I read that I was sort of reminded of Denzil and how much he loved his godson...so this is sort of for Denzil, too.
I have never been so excited to spend money in all my life. I can't wait to get paid so that I can load my card and start supporting her.
More on Steffy! Her father is a driver and her mother a homemaker, and they live in a house that most of us would consider to be the product of poverty, but compared to many children in her situation she is well enough off. My thirty bucks a month helps her eat one good, healthy meal a day five days a week at a kitchen in her school or church, buy her new clothes and school uniforms that fit, buy her shoes, and occasionally spoil her (which I most definitely will do from time to time). She is so gorgeous...y'all should all get involved in something like this. It is such a great thing...and mark me, these children are selected for these programs because they make good grades in school and exhibit good attitudes. Out of all of the children in poverty, only a few gain the privilege of having an American aid them...it is a privilege to write letters to an American sponsor...and honor to know that an American knows and cares that they exist. I urge you to get involved. Be a blessing in the life of a child that needs to be loved...I've only seen a picture of Steffy and I love her already. If you're interested or know someone who may be, visit www.goodsamaritan.ms to learn about how to support a child from Honduras or Nicaragua, or search for Compassion International for information about sponsoring children all over the world.
This is a perfect labor of love for single young adults, couples without children, and teenagers with a steady job. I mean, what is thirty bucks a month? A dinner out when you could make a sandwich, a movie that'll probably suck anyway, a pair of jeans or shoes that you probably don't need? This is a life- changing opportunity for these children and their sponsors alike. These kids can graduate high school because of you...can receive career training because of you. Can lead a happy, successful life because one American took ten minutes and thirty dollars and said, "I want to make a difference with my life."
Once again, I am so excited...I can't wait for my first letter! Please email me, I'd love to hear your questions and comments about Steffy. I'll probably carry her picture, so if you see me ask about her. Please consider supporting a child...you have a chance to completely alter the life of a child that may or may not have a chance at life without you.
God bless,
~W.V.~
Mar 29, 2009
Mar 26, 2009
Ah...we meet again
Wow, I've really missed blogging. This feels like coming home.
I find myself without much to rely on...there are a few stable things here and there, and that's really all I can ask for. I'm alive, so I have no right to ask for anything at all.
David's downstairs eating dinner, and I'm in front of his xbox on a laptop, blogging. Lol...I find myself to be delightfully lame.
It seems like every girl I know is going bra shopping this week. I'm thinking, "Why exactly do you turn the unnecessary spending of money on items you don't exactly need into a social event?" Then again, I've been known to turn aimlessly driving around Decatur, Hartselle, and Huntsville into a social event. So I guess wandering without purpose can be useful after all.
Hopefully I'll be playing Resident Evil 5 in a few minutes...Gah, that's a good game. I'm pretty sure I prefer it to RE4 simply because of the co-op mode available in RE5.
"Those who are dead are not dead, they're just livin' in my head...
And, since I fell for that spell, I've been living in this well.
Time is so short and I'm sure there must be somethin' more...
"Ya' thought ya' might be a ghost...
ya' thought ya' might be a ghost!
Ya' didn't get to Heaven, but ya' made it close...
ya' didn't get to Heaven but ya...
"Those who are dead are not dead, they're just livin' in my head...ooh..."
~"42" by Coldplay~
Been in a Coldplay mood lately. Bright, calming, nonsensical music...seems to suit me of late.
I intend to post an excerpt from Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray here when I get the chance...it sums up my thoughts nicely.
Ah...we meet again. The dreaded school picture day. I wore a Victorian vest-top thing, faded black jeans, a dress watch, and my hair is now dyed something kinda like its original color...so yeah, me and my dramatic makeup look like your typical punk-pop star. It's sickening to think about the stereotype, but I do like the way the style looks on me. My newly pierced ears feel pretty good, so I know have four individual piercings. I was afraid one was infected, but I think now it's just torn, but healing up nicely. Well, D's back. I'll drop another line as soon as I get a chance to again.
LOVE LOVE ME (~mika~)
~W.V.~
I find myself without much to rely on...there are a few stable things here and there, and that's really all I can ask for. I'm alive, so I have no right to ask for anything at all.
David's downstairs eating dinner, and I'm in front of his xbox on a laptop, blogging. Lol...I find myself to be delightfully lame.
It seems like every girl I know is going bra shopping this week. I'm thinking, "Why exactly do you turn the unnecessary spending of money on items you don't exactly need into a social event?" Then again, I've been known to turn aimlessly driving around Decatur, Hartselle, and Huntsville into a social event. So I guess wandering without purpose can be useful after all.
Hopefully I'll be playing Resident Evil 5 in a few minutes...Gah, that's a good game. I'm pretty sure I prefer it to RE4 simply because of the co-op mode available in RE5.
"Those who are dead are not dead, they're just livin' in my head...
And, since I fell for that spell, I've been living in this well.
Time is so short and I'm sure there must be somethin' more...
"Ya' thought ya' might be a ghost...
ya' thought ya' might be a ghost!
Ya' didn't get to Heaven, but ya' made it close...
ya' didn't get to Heaven but ya...
"Those who are dead are not dead, they're just livin' in my head...ooh..."
~"42" by Coldplay~
Been in a Coldplay mood lately. Bright, calming, nonsensical music...seems to suit me of late.
I intend to post an excerpt from Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray here when I get the chance...it sums up my thoughts nicely.
Ah...we meet again. The dreaded school picture day. I wore a Victorian vest-top thing, faded black jeans, a dress watch, and my hair is now dyed something kinda like its original color...so yeah, me and my dramatic makeup look like your typical punk-pop star. It's sickening to think about the stereotype, but I do like the way the style looks on me. My newly pierced ears feel pretty good, so I know have four individual piercings. I was afraid one was infected, but I think now it's just torn, but healing up nicely. Well, D's back. I'll drop another line as soon as I get a chance to again.
LOVE LOVE ME (~mika~)
~W.V.~
Mar 10, 2009
Drown Them Out...
Mama Jo and Todd are having a shouting match (and I am, as usual, with grandma on this issue), so I'm gonna blog and listen to Queen.
Paris and I have decided that we are cousins because we are both related to Thomas Jefferson through his slaves.
Bohemian Rhapsody...again. Oh yes. T-Rey impression :"Yeeess!"
My grandmother has made pork chops cooked in onions, garlic, pepper, and sour cream gravy...which is an improvised (and amazing) compliment to anything. Including asparagus, which I hate, for the most part.
"I see a little silhouetto of a man...Galileo...Let me go...oh mama mia, mama mia..." I am singing to myself, sadly. This music is way too loud. Oh well.
I spent this morning with David, who fed me and taught me to play Halo Wars, and made my day quite wonderful despite its monotony. ("...any way the wind blows...*gong*...") I then reported to the auxiliary gym and played the picture-sentence game with Steffness, Macy G, Allison, Nanako, and Anna, whose new hair color is gorgeous. We plan to meet tomorrow morning at Affle Housen. I have all of four dollars, but I still look forward to it.
I am once again approaching a birthday, which has been awkward the past few days. As I told D, while trying to convince him not to spend any money on me, I believe that "There is absolutely nothing special about my birthday except getting one year closer to marrying you and one year closer to dying. That's it." And that really is my view on it, pathetic or not...considering that the educated populous of the planet does not look to the skies at 9:07 pm on the first day of spring and say, "Ah, look, it's some eccentric Amazon's birthday in America," , I don't pay too much attention to it anymore. I don't even love getting gifts or being treated slightly nicer than any other day anymore...so, I settle in asking my mom to fund another set of piercings, and allowing my friends to take me on a group shopping trip. Originally, I had NO IDEA what I wanted from D, and urged him not to get me anything...But he managed to get a grin out of me at the mention of Final Fantasy VII, so that may be a possibility. However, I expect nothing of him apart from a comfy night at home...and that he cook me dinner. I make some killer desserts, but David is definitely the cook between the two of us.
Prom is retarded. Like...Spongebob retarded. Yet I wanna go next year. Eh, what can I say...I want at least one excuse to flaunt it in a pretty dress. That' s assuming I decide on one. Cause if I don't love it, I'm not buying it. Straight up.
David's at pt (physical training) with the USMC early entry group right now, so I'm just chillin' at g-ma's and waiting to be fed. Lol. Such is life at the Thomas residence on most evenings.
I think I've found another item for my Bucket List...learn to ballroom dance well. Right under "Speak Spanish with something that somewhat resembles fluency."
I've been bored on Quizilla lately cause it keeps only saving parts of my stories and then deletes parts, so I'm pissed at it and haven't actually written in ages. But oh well...guess now is as good a time as any to log back on.
Well, until another (quieter) day,
~W.V.~
Paris and I have decided that we are cousins because we are both related to Thomas Jefferson through his slaves.
Bohemian Rhapsody...again. Oh yes. T-Rey impression :"Yeeess!"
My grandmother has made pork chops cooked in onions, garlic, pepper, and sour cream gravy...which is an improvised (and amazing) compliment to anything. Including asparagus, which I hate, for the most part.
"I see a little silhouetto of a man...Galileo...Let me go...oh mama mia, mama mia..." I am singing to myself, sadly. This music is way too loud. Oh well.
I spent this morning with David, who fed me and taught me to play Halo Wars, and made my day quite wonderful despite its monotony. ("...any way the wind blows...*gong*...") I then reported to the auxiliary gym and played the picture-sentence game with Steffness, Macy G, Allison, Nanako, and Anna, whose new hair color is gorgeous. We plan to meet tomorrow morning at Affle Housen. I have all of four dollars, but I still look forward to it.
I am once again approaching a birthday, which has been awkward the past few days. As I told D, while trying to convince him not to spend any money on me, I believe that "There is absolutely nothing special about my birthday except getting one year closer to marrying you and one year closer to dying. That's it." And that really is my view on it, pathetic or not...considering that the educated populous of the planet does not look to the skies at 9:07 pm on the first day of spring and say, "Ah, look, it's some eccentric Amazon's birthday in America," , I don't pay too much attention to it anymore. I don't even love getting gifts or being treated slightly nicer than any other day anymore...so, I settle in asking my mom to fund another set of piercings, and allowing my friends to take me on a group shopping trip. Originally, I had NO IDEA what I wanted from D, and urged him not to get me anything...But he managed to get a grin out of me at the mention of Final Fantasy VII, so that may be a possibility. However, I expect nothing of him apart from a comfy night at home...and that he cook me dinner. I make some killer desserts, but David is definitely the cook between the two of us.
Prom is retarded. Like...Spongebob retarded. Yet I wanna go next year. Eh, what can I say...I want at least one excuse to flaunt it in a pretty dress. That' s assuming I decide on one. Cause if I don't love it, I'm not buying it. Straight up.
David's at pt (physical training) with the USMC early entry group right now, so I'm just chillin' at g-ma's and waiting to be fed. Lol. Such is life at the Thomas residence on most evenings.
I think I've found another item for my Bucket List...learn to ballroom dance well. Right under "Speak Spanish with something that somewhat resembles fluency."
I've been bored on Quizilla lately cause it keeps only saving parts of my stories and then deletes parts, so I'm pissed at it and haven't actually written in ages. But oh well...guess now is as good a time as any to log back on.
Well, until another (quieter) day,
~W.V.~
Mar 9, 2009
My bored, random, depressed/aggrevated thoughts during my 6th period art class...
I'm in a mood for deep thought today, so here we go...
Have you ever thought about the fact that, in the spectrum of the earth itself, time does not exist? Time is the human measurement of the passage of daylight, stages of life, etc...but in and of itself, time is nothing at all.
During sex, do atheists moan, "Oh Nothingness, oh nothingness..."
"If your uncle Jack helped you off an elephant, would you help your uncle Jack off an elephant?" -the Love Guru
"Man learns from history that man learns nothing from history."
Why do so many women dye their hair blonde when statistics show that men prefer brunettes?
Why on earth wouldn't you want to be an organ doner? Dead is dead, and the living need organs to continue living...is human greed so steadfast that it persists even in death?
Reality has proven to be stranger than fiction.
Guns don't kill people, and neither do people with guns. BULLETS kill people. Get it right, fools.
Obama- IO is 127. Mine is 140. I hate politics. Hooray for the wise.
Call 7722574498. No toll, nothing dirty or incriminating, no obligation, just pure hilarity. DO IT! (Listen carefully)
Why do glasses make normal people look smart and smart people look slightly creepy?
My points to finding, and therefore loving, oneself:
1. Keep an open mind while maintaining personal standards.
2. Appreciate and fully experience the natural world.
3. Love others
4. Self-sacrifice
The Army values are actually really great to live by:
Loyalty
Duty
Respect
Selfless service
Honor
Integrity
Personal courage
"Skin deep, you're skin deep; no one will ever be perfect in your eyes...always scratching the surface for your prize. First impressions are over in an instant. You make your decisions before you speak a word...you end your search, the page already turned. So fill the empty space with another pretty face..." -Skin Deep by Trapt
"Nothing really matters, anyone can see...nothing really matters...nothing really matters to me...any way the wind blows." -Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
Have you ever thought about the fact that, in the spectrum of the earth itself, time does not exist? Time is the human measurement of the passage of daylight, stages of life, etc...but in and of itself, time is nothing at all.
During sex, do atheists moan, "Oh Nothingness, oh nothingness..."
"If your uncle Jack helped you off an elephant, would you help your uncle Jack off an elephant?" -the Love Guru
"Man learns from history that man learns nothing from history."
Why do so many women dye their hair blonde when statistics show that men prefer brunettes?
Why on earth wouldn't you want to be an organ doner? Dead is dead, and the living need organs to continue living...is human greed so steadfast that it persists even in death?
Reality has proven to be stranger than fiction.
Guns don't kill people, and neither do people with guns. BULLETS kill people. Get it right, fools.
Obama- IO is 127. Mine is 140. I hate politics. Hooray for the wise.
Call 7722574498. No toll, nothing dirty or incriminating, no obligation, just pure hilarity. DO IT! (Listen carefully)
Why do glasses make normal people look smart and smart people look slightly creepy?
My points to finding, and therefore loving, oneself:
1. Keep an open mind while maintaining personal standards.
2. Appreciate and fully experience the natural world.
3. Love others
4. Self-sacrifice
The Army values are actually really great to live by:
Loyalty
Duty
Respect
Selfless service
Honor
Integrity
Personal courage
"Skin deep, you're skin deep; no one will ever be perfect in your eyes...always scratching the surface for your prize. First impressions are over in an instant. You make your decisions before you speak a word...you end your search, the page already turned. So fill the empty space with another pretty face..." -Skin Deep by Trapt
"Nothing really matters, anyone can see...nothing really matters...nothing really matters to me...any way the wind blows." -Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
Mar 8, 2009
Je-su-uh-us!
So yeah. Interesting story.
I had an amazing date with D Friday night. Like, awesome...despite that we did practically nothing. Anyway, my mom managed to ruin it. Why am I not surprised?
Upon leaving the house, my curfew was midnight. At eleven, while David and I are in the middle of watching Taken at Regal Oaks, mom calls me and blesses me out. "Your curfew is always eleven! I don't care if you're in the middle of a movie! Come home right now!"
"Okay." Click.
So I pull D out of the movie, which up until that point was really good ( I love Liam Neeson as much as Keiffer Sutherland ), and he takes me to my car and I get home at eleven twenty, forty minutes before I was originally going to arrive.
A post-it on the bathroom mirror: "Grounded 2 weeks- we'll talk tomorrow"
I turn to Nathan. "To hell we will."
Saturday morning there is a minor lecturing. Note: my 2 week grounding would last next week, Spring Break, and my birthday. Mom says, "I really don't wanna ground you on your birthday, so listen."
I'm like, "I shouldn't even be grounded. But whatever you say."
She ignores me.
Then, when I get home from work last night, "Gabby, I just now realized y'all were in the movie theater last night...I realized Taken isn't on DVD yet...If I'd known I would have let you stay."
...
...
What. The. Hell.
Anywhoo, after I stared at her blankly and in silence for a minute or so, I said, "Yeah, mom. Yeah, we were at the theater. Why do you think I had to take the call outside?"
"Well, I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"Okaaay...so, like...what's the deal?"
"Well...just don't stay out..."
"Good 'nuff." I say as she walks away.
So, as of today, according to a somewhat vague footnote in my mom's apology, I am relatively ungrounded.
Gah, she's confusing. But whatever.
So I'm watching David play Halo Wars and listening to music...that's about it. Someone hit me up, if you've got my number.
Adios,
~W.V.~
I had an amazing date with D Friday night. Like, awesome...despite that we did practically nothing. Anyway, my mom managed to ruin it. Why am I not surprised?
Upon leaving the house, my curfew was midnight. At eleven, while David and I are in the middle of watching Taken at Regal Oaks, mom calls me and blesses me out. "Your curfew is always eleven! I don't care if you're in the middle of a movie! Come home right now!"
"Okay." Click.
So I pull D out of the movie, which up until that point was really good ( I love Liam Neeson as much as Keiffer Sutherland ), and he takes me to my car and I get home at eleven twenty, forty minutes before I was originally going to arrive.
A post-it on the bathroom mirror: "Grounded 2 weeks- we'll talk tomorrow"
I turn to Nathan. "To hell we will."
Saturday morning there is a minor lecturing. Note: my 2 week grounding would last next week, Spring Break, and my birthday. Mom says, "I really don't wanna ground you on your birthday, so listen."
I'm like, "I shouldn't even be grounded. But whatever you say."
She ignores me.
Then, when I get home from work last night, "Gabby, I just now realized y'all were in the movie theater last night...I realized Taken isn't on DVD yet...If I'd known I would have let you stay."
...
...
What. The. Hell.
Anywhoo, after I stared at her blankly and in silence for a minute or so, I said, "Yeah, mom. Yeah, we were at the theater. Why do you think I had to take the call outside?"
"Well, I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"Okaaay...so, like...what's the deal?"
"Well...just don't stay out..."
"Good 'nuff." I say as she walks away.
So, as of today, according to a somewhat vague footnote in my mom's apology, I am relatively ungrounded.
Gah, she's confusing. But whatever.
So I'm watching David play Halo Wars and listening to music...that's about it. Someone hit me up, if you've got my number.
Adios,
~W.V.~
Mar 3, 2009
So...here I am. After a few day's absence from my blog (and a minor bout of separation anxiety) I have returned.
Shamu, my large maroon Whale on Wheels (1995 Ford Aerostar), is in the shop and I miss her. There was rumor of Chris maybe getting me a Mazda because Shamu has been slowly dying of various terminal illnesses for some time now, but I highly doubt that I will actually acquire said Mazda.
Also, there is a chance that Lil' Ghetto, my AT&T Go Phone, may soon be replaced by a Verizon pre-paid phone that would be, though more expensive, quite a bit nicer. Considering that I do and always have paid for every penny of my phone and its service (it's actually in my name), I am not sure rather I shall accept the proposal or not. The way minimum wage is and the economic recession or whatever the hell it is is not making life any easier on teenage loners.
Speaking of loneliness, I have been quite lonely lately. I still see David quite often, but I used to spend hours out of every day with him, so I'm adjusting, and dreading the day he leaves for basic training. I admire his choice to join the Marines, and I'm very proud of him, but GAH am I scared. I'm one of those people that prefers a few close friends over many mediocre ones, but I honestly hate being alone. And, as stated before, I am terrified of loss. So David's career choice takes a little out of me even though it hasn't begun yet. I'll support him in whatever he wants for the rest of his life, but I pray every day that I die before he does. I suppose it's selfish to want to leave him to cope with losing me instead of the other way around, but let's face it; the ideal way to die (together, old, sleeping in each other's arms) is highly unlikely. I mean, it had to be the Marines. God knows why he picked the branch of service with the highest death rate and the most difficult standards...but he feels called to do it, like I feel called to support my little "family" or to finally publish my book or to push myself to the edge in pursuit of the person that I hope I will become. He wants it bad, and that's all I need to know to follow him...it's just so hard to be the one left behind...especially when you can't be sure when and how your partner will be coming back. God, give me grace...
Anyway, I've been carted around so far this week by Ms. McCurly and my friend Megan, both of which have ended up taking me to BAM until I can get D to take me home. Meg actually was permitted to stay and talk to me until David arrived today, which was quite nice. We went by McGreasy and I got a double cheeseburger combo and one of the new brownie melts (very good, but quite rich a little too much for people like myself that get heartburn easily). We then chilled in Megan's car until David drove up like a bat out of hell (as usual), and then I migrated to David's car and he dropped me off here at Mama Jo's, so here I am...blogging. I apologize, for I am vastly uninteresting today.
Book stores make me feel as though I'm being watched...but in a good way. Not like being watched by creepy people or whatever, but like little pieces of the warmth from the books follow me around while I'm browsing. Yesterday was quite nice...I bid Ms. McCurly adieu, bought myself an iced cocoa, and settled down with a hilarious book that the mistress of dry humor herself recommended. I liked it so much that I almost bought it (I mean, it's a practically worthless book, but too funny to miss), spent an hour looking for the price on the cover while trying to appear like I was not looking for the price on the cover, and finally found it, in the end deciding that a large volume full of random and amusing information was not worth nearly twenty dollars after tax.
I am broke, and my grandmother just gave me money in hopes that it would cheer me up. I feel like a terrible person, but she won't let me turn her down...they need every penny they can get...*long sigh*...
Well, pay day is Thursday, and perhaps I can figure out how to do something to eliminate my occasional need for charity...I hate feeling like a burden, and I hate owing people money. Since my grandparents don't let me pay them back, I feel like crap every time they try to make my semi-self-sufficient life more comfortable. It makes me sad, but I don't know what to do... :/ oh well.
I heard from ED about this movie called Black Sheep. Zombie sheep. Sounds hilarious because 1.) It was filmed with the intentions of scaring its audiences, and 2.)...zombie sheep. Doesn't that say it all?
Don't have much to say, so here are a few suggestions for movie-lovers:
My 35 buy/rent movie picks...
~Interview With the Vampire (BUY)
~The Secret Life of Bees (rent)
~Amusement (rent)
~Hannibal Rising, Red Dragon, The Silence of the Lambs, and Hannibal (BUY BUY BUY BUY BUY!)
~Donnie Darko (very deep cult classic; an American film that originally gained a heavy following in the U.K...if you like weird movies, buy it and watch it repeatedly. If you're only interested in strange movies, rent it and watch repeatedly.)
~The Mothman Prophesies (another deep, weird one...a rent, though)
~Silver Bullet (rent)
~The Howling (buy...both this and the above are CLASSICS of the building werewolf genre)
~The Producers (musical based on a Broadway...rent or buy)
~The Truth About Cats and Dogs (rent)
~The Matrix series (note the many biblical parallels...a good rent or a buy for action fans)
~Tamara (a good rent or buy)
~Forrest Gump (buy)
~Thelma and Louise (Brad Pitt when he was still sexy...and a classic. Buy it, foolish mortals!)
~O Brother, Where Art Thou? (rent)
~St. Elmo's Fire (80's hit, long and dramatic and outrageous in all its glory...a good movie, probably better rented than owned.
~Miracle at St. Anna (rent)
~The Bucket List (buy)
~Anger Management (buy)
~The Crow (A buy for cult film fans, w/ massive amounts of Romeo & Juliet allusions...a rent for others)
~The Color Purple (anyone with a soul should own this movie)
~Fried Green Tomatoes (anyone with a soul and a sick sense of humor should own this movie)
~A Nightmare on Elm Street (nothing will ever be as scary as the originals were...a rent)
~The Exorcist (oh buy it, buy it, buy it! Amazing movie, and at least 50% true to the actual events)
~Something's Gotta Give (quite funny, though not a movie most teens would enjoy...a decent rent)
~Pineapple Express (rent)
~Bottleshock (Great, and based on a truly amusing story...a wonderful rent)
~Ace Ventura ( you must live once...a rent )
~Instinct (the god of all amazing actors, Anthony Hopkins, in an incredible role...a buy, if you can find it)
~The Shawshank Redemption (buy)
~Stephen King's The Stand (buy, but you'll be terrified of the common cold for weeks)
~Stand by Me (another King flick recommended by a very biased fan, but it's a heartwarming movie, and Keiffer Sutherland fangirls will go wild at the mild-mannered actor as a teenage badass. I own it.)
~The Lost Boys (Go Keiffer Sutherland...rent it)
~Mirrors (relatively scary, and with Keiffer again...anyone notice a pattern, here? Rent this one)
~Gravedancers (although many of the Masters of Horror and 8 Films to Die For movies are tremendously visionary and somewhat scary, this one surpasses most of its counterparts with its solid storyline and unpredictable turns. Special effects are pretty good and cinematography is to die for...not a typical in-your-face horror movie...a real winner. Pick it up at an FYE near you)
Well, I do believe I've ranted enough for tonight. Everyone have a good evening and sleep well.
Arvous,
~W.V.~
Shamu, my large maroon Whale on Wheels (1995 Ford Aerostar), is in the shop and I miss her. There was rumor of Chris maybe getting me a Mazda because Shamu has been slowly dying of various terminal illnesses for some time now, but I highly doubt that I will actually acquire said Mazda.
Also, there is a chance that Lil' Ghetto, my AT&T Go Phone, may soon be replaced by a Verizon pre-paid phone that would be, though more expensive, quite a bit nicer. Considering that I do and always have paid for every penny of my phone and its service (it's actually in my name), I am not sure rather I shall accept the proposal or not. The way minimum wage is and the economic recession or whatever the hell it is is not making life any easier on teenage loners.
Speaking of loneliness, I have been quite lonely lately. I still see David quite often, but I used to spend hours out of every day with him, so I'm adjusting, and dreading the day he leaves for basic training. I admire his choice to join the Marines, and I'm very proud of him, but GAH am I scared. I'm one of those people that prefers a few close friends over many mediocre ones, but I honestly hate being alone. And, as stated before, I am terrified of loss. So David's career choice takes a little out of me even though it hasn't begun yet. I'll support him in whatever he wants for the rest of his life, but I pray every day that I die before he does. I suppose it's selfish to want to leave him to cope with losing me instead of the other way around, but let's face it; the ideal way to die (together, old, sleeping in each other's arms) is highly unlikely. I mean, it had to be the Marines. God knows why he picked the branch of service with the highest death rate and the most difficult standards...but he feels called to do it, like I feel called to support my little "family" or to finally publish my book or to push myself to the edge in pursuit of the person that I hope I will become. He wants it bad, and that's all I need to know to follow him...it's just so hard to be the one left behind...especially when you can't be sure when and how your partner will be coming back. God, give me grace...
Anyway, I've been carted around so far this week by Ms. McCurly and my friend Megan, both of which have ended up taking me to BAM until I can get D to take me home. Meg actually was permitted to stay and talk to me until David arrived today, which was quite nice. We went by McGreasy and I got a double cheeseburger combo and one of the new brownie melts (very good, but quite rich a little too much for people like myself that get heartburn easily). We then chilled in Megan's car until David drove up like a bat out of hell (as usual), and then I migrated to David's car and he dropped me off here at Mama Jo's, so here I am...blogging. I apologize, for I am vastly uninteresting today.
Book stores make me feel as though I'm being watched...but in a good way. Not like being watched by creepy people or whatever, but like little pieces of the warmth from the books follow me around while I'm browsing. Yesterday was quite nice...I bid Ms. McCurly adieu, bought myself an iced cocoa, and settled down with a hilarious book that the mistress of dry humor herself recommended. I liked it so much that I almost bought it (I mean, it's a practically worthless book, but too funny to miss), spent an hour looking for the price on the cover while trying to appear like I was not looking for the price on the cover, and finally found it, in the end deciding that a large volume full of random and amusing information was not worth nearly twenty dollars after tax.
I am broke, and my grandmother just gave me money in hopes that it would cheer me up. I feel like a terrible person, but she won't let me turn her down...they need every penny they can get...*long sigh*...
Well, pay day is Thursday, and perhaps I can figure out how to do something to eliminate my occasional need for charity...I hate feeling like a burden, and I hate owing people money. Since my grandparents don't let me pay them back, I feel like crap every time they try to make my semi-self-sufficient life more comfortable. It makes me sad, but I don't know what to do... :/ oh well.
I heard from ED about this movie called Black Sheep. Zombie sheep. Sounds hilarious because 1.) It was filmed with the intentions of scaring its audiences, and 2.)...zombie sheep. Doesn't that say it all?
Don't have much to say, so here are a few suggestions for movie-lovers:
My 35 buy/rent movie picks...
~Interview With the Vampire (BUY)
~The Secret Life of Bees (rent)
~Amusement (rent)
~Hannibal Rising, Red Dragon, The Silence of the Lambs, and Hannibal (BUY BUY BUY BUY BUY!)
~Donnie Darko (very deep cult classic; an American film that originally gained a heavy following in the U.K...if you like weird movies, buy it and watch it repeatedly. If you're only interested in strange movies, rent it and watch repeatedly.)
~The Mothman Prophesies (another deep, weird one...a rent, though)
~Silver Bullet (rent)
~The Howling (buy...both this and the above are CLASSICS of the building werewolf genre)
~The Producers (musical based on a Broadway...rent or buy)
~The Truth About Cats and Dogs (rent)
~The Matrix series (note the many biblical parallels...a good rent or a buy for action fans)
~Tamara (a good rent or buy)
~Forrest Gump (buy)
~Thelma and Louise (Brad Pitt when he was still sexy...and a classic. Buy it, foolish mortals!)
~O Brother, Where Art Thou? (rent)
~St. Elmo's Fire (80's hit, long and dramatic and outrageous in all its glory...a good movie, probably better rented than owned.
~Miracle at St. Anna (rent)
~The Bucket List (buy)
~Anger Management (buy)
~The Crow (A buy for cult film fans, w/ massive amounts of Romeo & Juliet allusions...a rent for others)
~The Color Purple (anyone with a soul should own this movie)
~Fried Green Tomatoes (anyone with a soul and a sick sense of humor should own this movie)
~A Nightmare on Elm Street (nothing will ever be as scary as the originals were...a rent)
~The Exorcist (oh buy it, buy it, buy it! Amazing movie, and at least 50% true to the actual events)
~Something's Gotta Give (quite funny, though not a movie most teens would enjoy...a decent rent)
~Pineapple Express (rent)
~Bottleshock (Great, and based on a truly amusing story...a wonderful rent)
~Ace Ventura ( you must live once...a rent )
~Instinct (the god of all amazing actors, Anthony Hopkins, in an incredible role...a buy, if you can find it)
~The Shawshank Redemption (buy)
~Stephen King's The Stand (buy, but you'll be terrified of the common cold for weeks)
~Stand by Me (another King flick recommended by a very biased fan, but it's a heartwarming movie, and Keiffer Sutherland fangirls will go wild at the mild-mannered actor as a teenage badass. I own it.)
~The Lost Boys (Go Keiffer Sutherland...rent it)
~Mirrors (relatively scary, and with Keiffer again...anyone notice a pattern, here? Rent this one)
~Gravedancers (although many of the Masters of Horror and 8 Films to Die For movies are tremendously visionary and somewhat scary, this one surpasses most of its counterparts with its solid storyline and unpredictable turns. Special effects are pretty good and cinematography is to die for...not a typical in-your-face horror movie...a real winner. Pick it up at an FYE near you)
Well, I do believe I've ranted enough for tonight. Everyone have a good evening and sleep well.
Arvous,
~W.V.~
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