so it's friday

and I had no fucking idea. that's just how awesome it is to be on vacation: not knowing what day it is, what time it is, or even sometimes what year it is xD but that is crazier than the first two things I mentioned. but it's scary actually. took a nap after school one day, cause I was really tired, woke up at 8pm, and just stayed there laying on my bed thinking "ok. who am I? what am I doing here?" and just bringing back all my memories to my little twisted head and remembering things like, this is my bedroom, I live here, this is my mp3 player (no, I don't have an ipod), this are my glasses, stuff like that. it was scary after I realized that I was alive. guess if I would've been dead it would've been funny... but it wasn't! and speaking of being dead, this is something I've been wondering since I watched a movie I don't even know what it's called but I know that Adrien Brody and Keira Knightley are in it. anyway, Adrien is a soldier and he's in service, so he ... dies. but he doesn't really. he dies for a second or two and then he wakes up again but doesn't remember anything. amnesia. so they send him to this mental institution, and the doctor who's ... treating him, don't know if it's the right word to use, puts a straight jacket on him and then he puts him (Adrien) inside this ... ugh, don't remember the word (I've been forgeting a lot of words lately... maybe it's because I've more quite than usual...) well, where they put corpses in the morgue. anyway, when this guy's in there, he realizes that the drug they give him makes him travel in time. so the movie happens in 1992 and he travels forward to 2007, and when he's there he meets Keira. of course they have sex, that was obvious, but not yet. so, they meet and he tells her his name is Jack something and she tells him that man died in 1993. so he's supposed to be dead, but he's in 2007, and when he wakes up he's in 1992 and he's gonna die in 4 days. yes that is how weird the movie is. or not really, if you really pay attention to it. but I was cooking... there is really no way to make this shorter apparently. ok, I just imdbed this movie. it's called The Jacket (how obvious...). ok, professional review time maybe:

"The film centers on a wounded Gulf war veteran who returns to his native
Vermont suffering from bouts of amnesia. He is hitching and gets picked up by a
stranger, things go pear shaped when a cop pulls them over and is murdered by
the stranger. The vet. is wrongly accused of killing the cop and lands up in an
asylum. A quack doctor prescribes a course of experimental therapy, restraining
him in a heavy duty straight jacket-like device, and locks him away in a body
drawer of the basement morgue. During course of his treatment he gets flashbacks
and visions of his future , where he can foresee he is to die in four days time.
The catch is he doesn't know how. Thus commences the classic race against
time."

don't even know if that helps. but if you ever get the chance to watch this movie (down here it's on MGM) watch it. and try to answer this: if we can travel to the past, and change it, this will change our future (or our present like in The Butterfy Effect). but if we travel to the future, can we change our past? if, like this guy, we travel to the future using some drug, and while we're there we meet somebody who tells us that who we are, that person has been dead for years. if we find out how we are going to die, could we come back once again to the past and avoid that circumstance/moment? and if we do avoid it, but still die under other circumstances, then wouldn't that mean that we really can't change our past/future? and, if we really do survive, then wouldn't it mean that free will actually exists? and also, in Big Fish there's this witch who has a crystal eye and you can see how you're gonna die if you look into it. so because Edward Bloom looked into it and saw how he was gonna die he knew nothing else could kill him. Wouldn't that help too? or make it even more messy?

oh, my little mind is even more twisted now. this movie did and did not help with my existentialism. but to be optimistic, at least I'm gonna have something to think about.

Momma always said,
“Life was like a box of chocolates.
You never know what you’re gonna get.”

Twilight

is a waste of time unless you read the book. So, I still have to read the book to know if it is also a waste of time. But seriously, as a vampire fan, Edward is the most horrible one in existence. He shines like diamonds in daylight when he shouldn't even go out (and honestly he doesn't even look beautiful like that). Plus, the actor is english! What did they do with his english accent?! That would've been my only reason to like the movie. Yeah I know that the whole world-wide Twilight community and Edward-obsessed-teens will wanna kill me. I am, however, a night person. I have insomnia and like the idea of vampires. But seriously, even William Beckett as the dandy-vampire boss (and Brendon Urie and Mike Carden themselves!) in the FOB video is more inviting than Edward. Of course, this opinions are totally personal, if you wanna hunt me down and kill me you're welcome, but do know I will fight back, and if you think you're a vampire then you're just making my job easier. And that was just ridiculous...

Ghost Town is another movie I watched this afternoon. It's watchable only if you like New York in autumn colors. It is funny, and I would've laughed if I hadn't been in such a weird position on the couch, but I blame that on myself. I'll watch it again anyway. Plus Tea Leoni is in it and I've liked her since Jurassic Park 3. Or before that ... don't remember.

And, this other one called The Invasion. Nicole Kidman, you have, for the first time in my life, let me down. Seriously, chickenpox-alien-virus that can turn you into a fucking Pixie while you sleep when your body is in the REM state, and then next day you're all like. Hello. You Must Come With Us. It Is The Only Way To Be Happy. Do Not Refuse. This Is For Your Own Betterment. Humans spread this thing via vomit. Is there anything more ... disgusting than that? To be vomited on and then turn into a Pixie? (I'm talking about Fairy Oddparents). And at the end they finally come up with a cure because the little boy is immune and they use his blood to make it. Sorry again...

What's going on in Hollywood... or is it my problem? Maybe it's just me (I'm gonna start singing that Butch Walker song...) but ... ok I don't know. I really have no solution when it comes to movies. They're either too obvious or I can see the future. Which is most likely impossible. But they don't mean to make obvious movies either... like when there's a new album out and nobody likes it because it's too different than the other albums. But seriously, a band re-writing their last album is not something good. And that is the worst analogy I've ever come up with.

So it's me. I'm the problem once again :) I'm happy with Alien and Star Wars and Jurassic Park and Batman any Tim Burton film. Tarantino is welcomed too. American Psycho and... the kind of movies my older brother calls weird movies like the ones you and Gaby like. Gaby being my artistic beloved cousin who loves Michelle Gondry, as much as I do. Or probably more... but I do love watching movies. I even watched The Notebook! Though I hated my brother for telling me that it was good, but he's a sucker. And I'm a cold heart bitch.

As an utterly unrelated comment, I might add, I love the night. I love the moon, its light. And the stars. I have this memory, I'm not sure if it's real or it was a dream, but when I was a kid, say 4 years old I think, or maybe 5, we (me and my family) were traveling somewhere at night, and it was dark, and suddenly we stopped and we came out of the car... and the sky was full of stars... it was so beautiful... like some photoshopped pictures of the sky when it's exageratedly full of stars. Or like the sky would look like if you lived in the desert. It was amazing... but I can't recall if it was real or a dream... which kinda makes me sad, because it's probably the oldest vivid memory I have.

(and I'm dying to watch Half-Blood Prince)

Fight Club

" Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler "