pornman_bates: (lost and delirious - sports)
Someone's gotta get around to making this list sometime. I will tell you all what a movie buff I am and you will solemnly swear that I am up to little good, but in the nature of that honesty which accompanies being a sentimentalist I am giving you all the benefit of the doubt and letting be viewed my ridiculous list.

100 years, 100 movies. Or 75. Because that number is just too monumental for a thing like me.

46. Dazed and Confused (1993) ā€œIā€™m just trying to be honest about being a misanthrope.ā€ )
pornman_bates: (ninth doctor - everybody lives)
My world, my, world, the exams have ended. An extensive quantity of what I wrote was nonsense, pure and utter, with only slight factuality in actuality. I feel as though my performance was up to par with the rest of the class, even if my bullshit approach seems at this point obsolete. But the exams have ended, and therein lies the important part. Now I have the luxury of relaxation, Rear Window with my divine Grace Kelly (and Jimmy, of course, because of course I love him too), more food than I have the capacity to handle, tidal waves in the brain and Japanese to study. I have mailed in the summer forms and I am apparently art school-bound. Never in my life have I taken an actual class; the flake that is Graphic Design is not filed under what my ideal considers "actual," though the teacher was nice, considering that I practically taught the cartooning unit myself. What is the Earth around me? From here, where am I to go? How will this summer compare to the last? Why am I disparaging when two months still remain, and how will a thing like me survive?

I'm not entirely sure as to the use of this account, so speils and speilings may reside here alone for the time being, for the time in which school still is underway and my Japanese is bad and there are no new episodes of Sherlock and life is not quite the highway that perhaps Tom Cochran imagined it to be.

As for me, and as for immediately, the family is off to watch sports, and I am to sit alone and pretend I didn't just rewatch The Ring, which I may or may not cry thinking about.
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Car-exhaust cacophony. Ugly sun going down is ugly, even from where I am where the moon is high in the sky. Long and extraneous day; whom and how and why? Large intake of Supernatural and men in suits that don't fit. I eyed the pretty women that paraded down the street and waved back at them; people are strange when you're a stranger. This kind of discordant nature is just so highly unusual of me, and yet there were comics that had to be finished, rising up from the flood of work adults who are not yet adults are faced with. I have, in general, no idea.

Final exams are coming up soon, those for IB and AP and then the general finals. High school, like the unattractive bird that regurgitates its food, just can't be kept down. Please, please, please, tell me it morphs into something shiny to look at, at least, later in life. Buhhh. Leftover Easter candy is filling up this house where people don't have a religion, let alone believe Judeo-Christian Easter mythology. And yet we care naught for the sake of the candy. Also, I am yet to post Japan/Host family pictures either here or on my LJ, and there are a stack of comic pages on the table waiting to be inked. Where do these lazes come from? Why are lazes pluralisable nouns?
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