Chaos Of The Mind

A post that is essentially about nothing, Yet is filled with so much

Never quite knowing what to say but having so much happening in the mind. Story of my life.

SO...

What do you when the weather outside is frightful?

Me? A self confessed homebody, Rather than face the cold harsh rain I'll read a book, make some tea, watch a fabulous movie.

The Pink Panther

Claudia Cardinale was such a classic beauty but this films best feature is Peter Sellers (at his comedic best in my opinion*) The remake was so disappointing but the original is still one of my all time favourites.

*Yes Sellers has his dramatic best as well that's next 

Lolita

How did they ever make a movie of Lolita?

Another favourite (as is the novel it's based on). I'm an absolute sucker for black and white. And Sellers as Clare Quilty adds just enough comic relief

Valley of the Dolls

Although the film is wonderfully glamourous, I'm a much bigger fan of the book following 3 young women in show buisness - and well, you should just read it when you get a chance.

When you're sick and it's terrible weather Guilty TV is so wonderful if you possess a television then you might find the insane exploits of this family as amusing as my family does.

And now to counteract the stupid, some political comedy

Mars is already red

OH!

My BFF wrote this little bit of fantastic:

Dear Wife-Love-Bromeo-Darling,
You are the Fred to my Ethel,
The Blair to my Serena,
The Cher to my Dionne,
and the legendary to my Barney Stinson.
...I just love your style
and how pretty you are.
I can't stand us being so far..
But all is fair in love and war .
Which is why I'm coming home to the west coast.
We all know it's the best coast.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY*

* Yeah this post had nothing

 really to do with St. Valentine's Day.

And if you don't like you can shove off.

The Hardest Part Of Breaking Up Is Getting Back Your Stuff

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned
 Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."
-  William Congreve's The Mourning Bride

RAWR!

Despite the above quote and all I did not just get dumped. In fact I had the extremely glorious task of letting another person know, that despite his wishes, he and I will not be getting married any time soon.

What I really want to know is why is it that when it comes to calling it quits girls get the rep for turning to crying, whining, alanis morissette playing, crazy ass emotional bitches?

Because boys have the capacity to turn into crazy, clingy nut jobs as well, who end up blaming your lack of returned phone calls and newly filed restraining orders on "Fear of Commitment"

...I'm rambling again.

I have a point I promise, What I think that Point is... Plently of women use their sexuality freely (like so many young men do without redicule), and I have met more than enough young men that whimper and send crazy stalker texts that would put off the most commitment oriented young woman.

So why the need to label one sex as needy, and the other as liberated when I'm about to get super hippie love right here everyone is individual.

Anywho, my brief rant for today about boys acting like stereotypes of girls La-Dee-Da

When I Grow Up I Wanna Be Famous, I Wanna Be A Star...

Bonne soirée

"HUH?!" has a makeover I think it's possible I'm growing up, I'll stop typing while you call the press.............

Good?

Okay so I have had NO idea what to blog about lately, but recently my young life and what damn direction I'm going to take it in is becoming a constant plague on my fragile mind. So instead of drowning my sorrows in bottles of champagne and watching Tiffany's on a loop, I'm going to dump all of my insecurities on you World Wide Web YAY!!!!

Onward we go then, as a young woman in her late teens I feel a suffocating amount of pressure to try and figure out in a span of four year what the hell I'm going to do with the next FIFTY YEARS OF MY LIFE!! I'm starting to look like poor Norma Desmond, slowly slipping into madness for a completely different reason.

"I'm ready for my close up Mr. Demille"

In all seriousness though, I've dreamt for years of being a Screenwriter/Director, being able to conceptualize a story and bring it to life, following the likes of Billy Wilder, Woody Allen, Quentin Tarantino, Sofia Coppola.. and really the list goes on and on. Men and women with extraordinary vision that bring to life stories that came from imagination. I could gush about Coppola alone for hours. The way her art films parallel her own Hollywood royal life. She admits freely that quite a lot is based on the people that surround her, even if the charicature isn't exactly flattering (she admits that the neglectful husband John in Lost in Translation is a mean-spirited portrayal of ex-husband Spike Jonze) but that's slightly off topic. What I'm trying to get at is when you're a little kid everyone is constantly reaffirming that you can be anything you want to be, but when you get older it becomes apparent that following through with your dreams isn't as easy as wishing, hoping, and praying.

Do you know how many pages the average movie script is? 120.  Mhmm, yeah. Which is hunky dory, so you write a full length feature, but what if it isn't any good? No one likes it... and you have to do it all over again, new concept, new characters. See what I mean? I'm slowly but surely losing it. Where's the Dom Pérignon? What have I gotten myself into? A life set up for failure. Maybe I should just do ass my mother says and become a librarian. OR OR I can perservere. Believe in my dream and, well, what I guess what all this rambling was getting towards was:

اتبع قلبك

Follow Your Heart

What I'm slowly beginning to realize is that all the Harvard professors and parental barbing in the world can't teach me passion. That most people feel that growing up is forgetting everything we really want and settling for what others feel we should want. I think that dreams keep the creative soul alive. In another way if your parents told you that you couldn't be with the one you love because they think there's someone out there that you don't like as much but probably offers more financial security, I highly doubt you'd listen.

I sure as fuck wouldn't.

I'm afraid to become an adult without dreams

Sheena Is A Punk Rocker

1. "Hong Kong Garden" by Siouxsie & The Banshees
2. "Pretty Vacant" by The Sex Pistols
3. "Apologize" by Silverstein
4. "Gimme Danger" by Iggy Pop & The Stooges
5. "Holiday in Cambodia" by The Dead Kennedys
6. "Ballroom Blitz" by Sweet
7. "Should I Stay or Should I Go" by The Clash
8. "Close to Me" by The Cure
9. "All You Need Is Me" by Morrissey
10. "Mrs. Robinson" by The Lemonheads
11. "Surfin' Bird" by The Ramones
12. "Gloria" by Patti Smith
13. "God Save The Queen" by The Sex Pistols
14. "Infiinity Guitars" by Sleigh Bells
15. "Sheena Is a Punk Rocker" by The Ramones

Make Fun, Make ℒℴѵℯ, Make Music

Because what's life without those 3 things

1. "Faded Beauty Queens" by The Thrills
2. "Lights Out" by Santogold
3. "The Bike Song" by Mark Ronson & The Business Intl
4. "I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" by Discovery ft. Angel Deradoorian
5. "Forever and Ever Amen" by The Drums
6. "Frontin" by Pharrell Williams
7. "Master of None" by Toro y Moi
8. "Lovefool" by The Cardigans
9. "I L U" by School of Seven Bells
10. "Zombie" by Natalia Kills
11. "Unusual You" by Britney Spears
12. "Lovelier Girl" by Beach House

Does your regional bimbo believe in climate change?

Apparently meteorologists are collectively starting to debunk the theory of global warming. Really? Meteorologists, I don't know about you but my family's weatherman is a bimbo with big tits who use to be on telemundo. She wants to start a debate with Andrew Weaver?  9 out of 10 climatologists are shitting their pants but the local former spanish soft porn actress who stands in front of a green screen playing the guessig game for a living who got an M. A. from communtiy college thinks it's all bullshit. My father's adoration of Consulela's ass is strong, but he like every other Homo Sapien with a fully functioning brain is going to take the word of the Nobel Prize winning climatologist everytime. Mostly because his beloved overly made up bimbo keeps telling him it's going to snow tommorow ( in greater los angeles none the less)    

School is like tough n' stuff

College is not all it's cracked up to be, it fact College is just High School with more expensive books College Is Worse (I have the mascara tear stains to prove it)

1. Your Prof. just assigned you this book and you are suppose to have read it, and written a 4000 word essay on it my 8:00a.m. tommorow morning (that is on top of all the other homework you have)

2. You just realized that half of this bloody book is written in Latin

3. SERIOUSLY?! this stupid book isn't on SparkNotes, there are no matches for it on Google, and you called some of your classmates and they are just as fucking confused and terrified as you are.



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