name: amber
age: 22
location: new orleans
aim: sapgirly mail work
July 25, 2002
Okay, really, I'm sorry. I guess I just don't have the motivation/time/inclination/desire to keep this thing up right now. Maybe once I get to college -- August 24th or so. See ya then, maybe.
This movie wasn't so much good as not bad. While it has its funny parts and moves along at a rapid speed, it just doesn't have that punch that the first one did. It's obvious that the makers banked on audiences' reactions to the first (Frank the talking dog becomes Jay's partner) and Will Smith gets a real love interest but still no booty. All-in-all, a decent pick and better than a lot of stuff that's out right now. My grade: C+.
Other movies I have recently seen and my reactions:
Mr. Deeds Adam Sandler is a funny, funny guy but in general I hate his movies. They're boring and stupid and lame. My reaction to Mr. Deeds was "that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." And if I didn't have previous Adam Sandler trepedation, I would say it was a good movie. My grade: B Lilo & Stitch A very cute movie about an alien and a little girl in Hawaii. Actually, very funny and cute but also very, very sad. I thought some of the issues were a little weighty for a Disney movie (Lilo is constantly about to be taken away from her sister by a social worker) but it was alright. Not a movie to see when you're down in the dumps. It's not the kind of movie that cheers you up. Only in the last 10 minutes do things turn around AND -- duez ex machina -- everything works out just fine. I like animation vs. cgi, though. My grade: B+
I think those are all the movies that I've seen lately. I'll be going to Reign of Fire tonight so I'll probably write something about that, too. Oh, and I finished my book. The last 80 pages were hard to get through because they sucked. The last 20 were worse. But I'm done and now I'm reading to join the Tulane Reading Project or something. Whatever. Is. Good.
Today, I am happy because I beat the fuck out of the AP testing system. Yes, that's right. I am now officially a genius. When I get a happy piece of mail, I stand up and jump up and down (holding my boobs because they hurt if I don't) and scream "Yay! I am so cool! I am so tight! Amber is bomb! Amber is bomb!!" Because I am. I passed all my tests and I get to skip Calculus I and II and freshman writing! Yes, I am that happy. Only I have no one to celebrate my wild success with because Joey's at work (and he took the same tests) and my bro doesn't care and my mom cares a little bit but she didn't answer her cell phone. Oh well. I can gloat to all of you webpeople. Hello hello I am so cool.
I guess I just get used to not writing. In any case, my Joey's back. He left on the 4th and came back yesterday. Maybe I haven't written anything because I've been too blah. It's alright, though. I'm almost finished with Rising Tide: The Great Mississippi Flood of 1927 and How it Changed America by John M. Barry. It's been a very interesting read. Maybe it was only interesting because I had nothing better to do but it held my attention for a time. For some reason, these last 80 pages have been very difficult to get through. Possibly it's because I kind of have to read it instead of just wanting to read it.
So our house has ants. I really, really hate ants. They're gross. Everyone else in my family is like "oh, no big deal, just a bunch of ants. la dee dah I suck" but I can't stand the little buggers. So a couple of days ago, I was sitting on our family sofa-thing, watchin' a movie or something and I feel this itch on my neck and it was an ant. No big deal. Just one ant. So the movie continues and there's another one, on my arm and then as the movie was ending another on my leg! There were ants in the couch!! So I jumped up and danced around, trying to get them off and I haven't been back to that couch since. But the problem I am faced with now is that I can't hang out in the family room because I'd either have to stand or brave the ant couch. And I won't brave the ant couch. So I've been hanging out in our secondary living room or, as my family calls it, the front room. You know that room with couches and the piano and fish tank that nobody ever hangs out in? Yeah, that's our front room. So I've been chilling there reading for the last couple of days (and, of course, occupying myself with this computer.) But it sucks because I want to go watch a movie or something but there's ants on the couch. Bleh. One can't relax when one fears little bugs crawling all over oneself.
Yeah, so...I still hate my mother. I guess four months doesn't cure something like that. I suppose I am only partially human because I find it so easy not to love her and to want to get away from her more than I've ever wanted to get away from anything else my entire life. Harsh, yes, but it's reality. I really am messed up.
Joey's away. It's the Fourth of July and I'm going to sit at home and play (perhaps amongst other things) Final Fantasy III (Or VI, depending). I believe the majority of my day will be spent avoiding my mother as she irritates the crap out of me and I can't stand three days in a row with her in my face the whole time when I'm used to being away (at Joey's) the majority of the week.
I know it's bad that I don't care about my mother. I just can't help it. She's so horrible and disgusting. She makes all sad when I get mad at her and says stuff like "You don't love me" la dah dah and I don't. I really don't but I don't want to hurt her (mainly because she'll give me a bunch of crap) so I tell her "Yes, Mom, I love you" et cetera, et cetera. I have so many reasons to want to get to college and one big one to stay right where I am.
Do you ever think that maybe each person can only do one great thing? Or that certain people can do lots of great things but they're a very small group. For instance, the authors Anthony Burgess, J.D. Salinger, and Irvine Welsch. You read one great book by an author and you think that their other books are going to be great, don't you? Well, all three of these guys fail. I read one more by each of the authors, each time thinking their works would be as good as their big-name books (Clockwork Orange, Catcher in the Rye, and Trainspotting, respectively). However, The Doctor is Sick (Burgess) was horrible droll with an extremely vague ending, Nine Stories (Salinger) sucked my ass and Irvine Welsch's The Acid House was alright, but not good enough to read a second time. The big-name books by these authors are excellent works and I plan on re-reading them several times over my lifetime but I actually regret buying their other works. How does literary genius only occur in one book and skip so many others by the same author? Mystery, mystery, mystery, my friends.
Okay, well. I guess I should start by explaining the four month gap in my blog. I thought my blogging was over when, one day, I logged into Blogger and posted a blog. Like I always do when I've finished an entry, I went to my own site to make sure it looks okay and to re-read what I just wrote to look for spelling errors and humiliating, impulsive confessions that I need to remove. So, this one day, I went to the site and my post wasn't there. So I looked back at blogger and, yes, the ftp thing said it had been ftped. So I went back to my site, refreshed and again, nothing. So then I went back to blogger and tried scrolling down but I couldn't. Why? Because none of my entries were there anymore. Yes, they were ALL gone. So I sat back in my chair with that "holy fuck" look on my face and thought to myself "Self, this is the end of your blogging experience. I hope you've had fun." And then I quit.
So this morning, I'm bored and I think "Maybe I missed something." So I logged back on, still cursing the again-lovely people at Blogger, mainly just to dwell in self-pity at the loss of a really long and heart-felt project. And then my stuff was there. It just was. Granted, it was in a place it wasn't before (I have same-named blogs but only one of which posts to my site), but it was there. And again, I leaned back in my chair, actually said "holy fuck" this time and decided to try it out. "Wait a minute," I said and it posted and now, here I am, four months after I lose my site, back to the blogging and la dee DAH.
So I know I don't have any loyal readers and even if I did, they're all gone now but just in case someone, somewhere checks this every now and then to see if I come back, here's a little bullet-point list of important things that happened to me between March 5 and today, which I know is not much but it's summer.
I got a date for the senior, lost a date for the senior and got another date for the senior, which I then attended and had a ball at.
I got a boyfriend, who is great and who turned me into one of those disgusting, mushy love-the-world people (but don't worry, I'll try not to let it show here). He's had bad experiences with internet and people he's dated so I'm going to leave content about him to a minimum (which will make my readers -- if any -- happy. I'm sure and no one wants to hear how great your boyfriend is. And he is.)
I graduated. One of my least favourite people in the whole world, Angelina Malfitano, who happened to be our class president, messed up at graduation which made a lot of people happy, not the least of which was me. Also, I heard yesterday she got into a car accident and while I do not wish her death, I do hope that it messed up her license plate frame because she has the same one as me and it drove me insane. I don't really care anymore, though, because school's over. It's funny how many people hate her.
I got a job and then quit. It was a job painting houses. My first house was a "charity" gig, so I didn't get paid. I worked for two days and decided painting wasn't for me. I could do everything, no problem, give-me-more-work until I had to get up on a 30-foot ladder and paint trim. That wasn't cool with me. I didn't really think about being up on ladders until I was at the house and then I said "crap" and left.
And uh...I went camping with my boyfriend two nights ago. It was cool.
And that's about it. My life for four months in a nutshell. It's been summer, what can I say? Boring, boring, boring but...lazy is cool at the same time. I leave for school on August 17th. It'll be a long-ass trip and then I'll be at school, in New Orleans, at Tulane. It's far away but I'll live. For a year. Wow. I'm back on the blogging track. I thought I was done. We'll see. Hopefully I'll have interesting things to write about once I get to college. So for now, nice to see you all (ha) again.
