Movie Reviews

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The 1995 teenage flick Clueless may at first seem to be another mindless comedy that only appeals to younger generations. But with a closer look, it unfolds into a heartwarming story of a young girl trying to find her place in the world. Initially, the main character, Cher appears to be another dumb blonde with nothing in mind except the next sale at the mall. But as the story progresses, Cher does several good deeds for others, showing she's not a self-centered idiot like some make her out to be. She grows in her relationships with her father, her step-brother Josh, and makes new friends through this experience. Whether it be giving a friend a makeover or setting her teachers up, Cher always has good intentions despite the outcome. This storyline is intertwined with typical teenage situations like parties, shopping, and boys that help the viewer relate to Cher. Combine this with Cher's naivety, and hiarity ensues. Along with Cher, is her best friend (also cleverly named after a one-name star) Dionne. They're both equally ditsy, which is the main fuel for comedy in the first two-thirds of the film. Such lines like, "Isn't my house classic? The columns date all the way back to 1972," make the two loveable in their airheaded ways. Clothing and wealth is a large theme throughout the movie. The girls wear lavish clothes, giving the impression of snobbiness. But contrary to stereotype, they share their wealth for the benefit of others. The set is abundant with bright colors and new fashion, appealing to a wide range of viewers. Director, Amy Heckerling, is in touch with the current youth of America.


Dislike-
Iwas super excited when Sweeney Todd came in the mail via Blockbuster last weekend. I'd been waiting to see it for a while, and was anxoius to see what Tim Burton and Johnny Depp came up with this time. But to my dismay, the film was a disappointment. Not only was the set inspired by the gothic and baroque time periods like several other Burton films, but the plot itself wasn't strong enough to warrant the dreadful 116 minutes of screen time. The film starts off slow, but the plot thickens when banished Benjamin Barker returns to his hometown where Judge Turpin had stolen his wife years earlier. He begins to kill people in his barber chair. And again. And again. They seemed to find something that was visually shocking, and beat the idea into the ground. I would have appreciated this movie if it was intricate like I expected, but it semmed to revolve around blood and guts, blood and guts. Repetitively.

OBAMA!

If I had twenty minutes with our new president, I'd ask him about his plans for a reboot of our economy, the national debt, a strategic exit plan from Iraq, and a suitable healthcare system. I also would like him to explain his views on abortion, capital punishment, and gay rights. I have an idea of his proposed policies, but having him explain further and in more detail would help create a clearer picture of the direction of our country.
There's plenty of propaganda out there and I think having the opportunity to sit down and actually talk with him would be an amazing privilege. I'm thoroughly sick and tired of hearing people slander whichever candidate they oppose. 'He doesn't have a valid birth certificate, he's a terrorist, he's the antichrist', and other ignorant things like that. No one actually knows the truth, everyone is just repeating what they heard from unreliable sources. Elections bring out the worst in people. Many begin to act like rabid animals, spewing self-righteous bullshit here and there. The vote is in, we should be acting like Americans and coming together.

I think that in four years our economy will hopefully be more stable, our nation at peace with the rest of the world, and everyone will get the care they deserve in hospitals. That reminds me. Most of those who spout off about how our country is going to become socialist don't even know what they're talking about. "LET'S MOVE TO CANADA" really? they're much more socialist than our country will ever be. People say these things without taking a second to consider what the facts of what they're actually saying. It's quite mindless. I just wish only people with researched/calculated opinions were allowed to share it with others. In my personal life four years from now, I'll hopefully be finishing college and starting a career. I'll be happy and hopefully living somewhere warm. When I'm 40 I'll be married to some hot ambitious man with about three children. We'll be classy.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVE

So tomorrow is Halloween annnnnnd I'm super excited. I went to four different places yesterday and still didn't find a costume! But it's ok. Don't worry. cuz I know I'll figure something out. I'm planning to go to cub, get a bunch of candy, go see a movie then get in costume, attend some parties, get crazy, and have a fire. it'll be swell.

Here's a list of 50 things I like better than blogging:
-warm laundry from the dryer
-laughing till my knees get weak
-sarah's garage
-laying in bed, on my laptop, with my reading pillow
-getting an amazing kill in volleyball
-the sauna and hot tub at lifetime
-really pretty graffiti
-random acts of kindness
-riding the subway
-getting a really good new pair of jeans
-tasteful piercings and tattoos
-sitting around a bonfire with a group of people that i love
-visiting max at work
-horseback riding

whadup free post

so i just got home from target. I was trying to study and do homework earlier and it just wasn't working. i figured a little retail therapy would help so thank god for cheap clothes. and not so cheap clothes, god i'm an idiot. anywayMEA is coming up and i'm super excited. just me and my mom are going to nyc for the whole weekend just to take in the city, see plays, shop, etc. I've never been there but I already know I'll love it. I love busy. at least that sort of busy. and i got this new bcbg dress a bit ago that i spent way too much money on but now at least i have a chance to wear it.
ugh i feel like i'm floating. like literally just floating through indistinguishable days and i hate that. i'm all about memorable, i'm all about laughs, i'm all about spontaneity. and if i had it my way, and could survive that way, i'd never go to college or grow up, i'd explore the world everyday, surround myself with the people i love, be barefoot, and carry a camera everywhere. but that's not the way the world works. i wish it was more acceptable to procrastinate and be ambiguous.

toodles.

mi poema del amor

love is the oxygen in my soul
it fills, it groans
it grows, it moans
it breathes

sometimes the air is icy
one false step and you're under
each movement is dicy
it's cold, you're alone
convinced the stifle is always

and suddenly
the air thickens
it's hot, it's damp
the newness
the discomfort
the excitment
the can't-get-enoughs
i could stay in this bubble forever
it breathes

but hot turns to warm
and it's not all i'd hoped for
i trace your delicate form
still not enough, i need more

i take you down a dark path
into a corner of mind
i let you sleep a while
someday it's you i'll find

i can't give you directions
but i can't just let you sit
i'll give you me in sections
somewhat of a treasure pit

until you find your way
from my head to my core
i'll let you roam a while
always wanting more

one day i'll find the bubble
that outlines me and you
perfectly we'll fit
in everlasting new

October 7th Blog

It's actually the 8th. Whatever. Ironic that October 7th was to be the title of our blogs because now I'll never forget the date of what happened yesterday.

So we all know that we had a noon late start yesterday doodoodoo yayy sleeping in woooo. I woke up a couple times but the rain lulled me back. But around 9 o'clock in the morning I heard a loud bang from upstairs (my room is downstairs). I figured a branch had fallen on the roof from all the rain, or my parents dropped something or something like that. I yelled up a few times "HELLLOO HELLLLOOO? ARE YOU OKAYYY?" no answer. a few muffled voices. "HELLLOOO? MOMMMYYY?" no answer again. whatever, my parents are deaf. so i roll over and go back to sleep.
When I wake up for real around 10:15 I get upstairs to find myself in an empty house. With the front door wide open and the wood paneling busted open. I'm dumb and still thought the rain did it or something. Random things were strewn out on the floor in my parents room like my dad's letter from him Edina letter jacket and random things that are usually on the dresser.
I figured my parents were in a hurry to go somewhere in the morning. It's funny now to think how oblivious I was. Maybe my mind was just forcing me into denial because certain things just don't happen in Edina, right?
So i went to school ladida, then I checked my voicemail after practice. It was my mom asking if I knew why the door frame was broken. Things just weren't adding up. She thought maybe the wood just rotted out...We're a smart family. Then as my dad, my mom, and I checked things over carefully that night, we found my dad's wooden bat also moved from its usual spot in the corner to the center of the bed.

That's the thing that shot fear up and down my spine. While I was asleep in my own bed, some fucking rotten kids broke into my house, heard my voice, intended to steal from my family, and had a bat ready for me if I had the audacity to get out of bed that morning. I've never felt so disgusted and invaded and fearful in my entire life. Karma has a damn good memory, always remember that.

It was the first night I ever appreciated the Edina Police Department. I guess this has been happening around my neighborhood a lot lately, but it's been mostly cutting screens. And mostly around 5 in the morning. Which is before school starts. And this incident was around 9 in the morning was just conveniently before school started at noon. I can't even handle the thought of kids from my own school doing something so vicious and cruel. Like they must know the area which means there's a good chance they knew it was my house, and if they didn't there's enough pictures around and a big volleyball sign that says Tess K. that makes it pretty clear. It just creeps me out knowing I probably go to school with the people who busted into my house. If you know aaanything please please let me know. But I just hope the phorensics team figures something out. and takes those motherfuckers down. sorry mrs. b for the language.

Poem

When You Are Old
by W.B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoem.asp?id=180

This poem has an unwavering tone of wisdom. It's not overly sappy, but the message and passion get across nonetheless. The poet seems to be talking about how many men may have loved the woman [the poem is directed towards] but none of them really truly knew and loved her like he did. The romance may be over, but he wrote the poem to show her that even when she's old and lost all her beauty, he'll still love her. There is a general message about love in here: even though romances may not last forever, the feelings, the memories, and earnest love will.

The poet personifies love in lines 10-12.

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

By Love, he's referring to himself. A man IN love. But with a relationship that is long past and seemingly no longer possible. He seems to just want the woman to have a memory of him at least by the way he starts the poem and ends it. The beginning is a reminder of their love, and the end when he 'hides among the stars,' in hopes that she will glimpse him every once in a while. Think of him from time to time.

I read too far into things. I'm analytical by nature. Sorry.



METAPHOR

love is like a breath of fresh air because it fills you with comfort but is gone much too soon.

tk out

e.eeeeeeeeeeeeee

if you like my poems let them
by e.e. cummings

if you like my poems let them
walk in the evening,a little behind you

then people will say"Along this road i saw a princess pass
on her way to meet her lover(it was
toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants."

I really like the simplicity of e.e.'s poems. he puts weight in every word, and never wastes space with too many. There's an airy, whimsical quality to this poem. Like the princess captured the poem, put it in a bottle and is carrying an aura behind her that makes it apparent that she's happy and flighty and on the way to someone she loves. The title fits in with the poem's simplicity. It's the first line of the poem, and isn't some mysterious, pretentious jumble of words some poets try to sell off as deep.
e.e. uses personification in the first two lines. he actually means the emotions or connotations attached to the words. He also uses imagery when describing the princess and servants. You can tell she's in her own little world and paying no mind to her servants, and they also don't realize the princess's excitement, love, or whatever you wanna call it.
I think the poem has a pretty happy tone. The princess and her lover don't seem to be having any problems. The fact that it's nightfall and that the servants are ignorant give a sense of freedom and rebellion to the relationship of the princess and lover.

i love e.eeeeeee

Apples

I really like apples. But only apple crisp and granny smith ones. My mom got me a caramel apple the other night, and it was just so delicious. The struggle your mouth endures is worth the sweet nectar of the impeccable combination of fruit and topping.

Also, I just found out last night that I'm going to NYC over MEA with my mommyyy! yayyyy.

class went by so fast, gotta go

Blogger Tuesday

1. I've only thought of one title so far. I really like it but just hope what I'm trying to convey gets across. It's "Courage in the Stealth."
My story's about my uncle Pete's schizophrenia and his journey back into civilization. I contrast it at the beginning with a typically heroic story of my other uncle. So hopefully it's obvious by the end that Pete's struggle, though unfamiliar to most, is nonetheless something of bravery.

"Pete in the Real World"
"Hello, My Name is Pete and I'm Schizophrenic"
"My Family Just Wants My Money"


I think i'll stick with the first one? Thoughts?

BLOGGY BLOG BLOG

Today at lunch me and my "friend" Heidi went to a beautiful little Edina cul de sac to eat lunch. It was a beautiful day and although my milk got a little warm, it was a pleasant afternoon outdoors. I really like the pink folder i have for physical universe. I had a test in that class yesterday that I was worried about but it was really easy so that made me happy.

AND CASSEN SAID HI TO ME AND HEIDI FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER TODAY!!!


HE'S NOT A MUTE!!!!

Personal Narrative

The lights were blinding. Through the dense crowd, I made out the title of a stadium that proclaimed for all to see the name given to me, my father and those before him. I never knew my Uncle Tom that well, but I knew enough to realize what a blessing he was to all that knew him. Surviving the Vietnam War gave Tom a new perspective on life and a sincere appreciation for each new breath he was allowed to take. He never had been all that religious, but having this second chance at life compelled him to invest more time in God. He packed up his things, moved to the dirtiest part of a city most of us associate with glamous, and became a Saletian Brother at East L.A. Catholic School. He intended to improve the lives of the underprivileged Hispanis community by educating them and instilling the same gratitude for life that he learned at a much greater cost.
I never knew the particulars of his life until it was over. A throng of grown Hispanis men stood weeping in front of a commemorative slideshow, visually confirming the impact one man had. They took turns shaking my family's hands, but little did they know, one member was missing. My Uncle Pete has a far less inspiring story.











I'M NOT DONE, NOT EVEN CLOSE

Zelda

Ok so I have two cats.

An old orange guy named Simba. He's grumpy.
I've never told him, but I actually like the young black and white one named Zelda better.
She's quite playful and full of zest. She reminds me that there's always time to play in life. Sometimes though..I gotta admit..Zelda gets annoying. When my friends are sleeping over, Zelda crawls all over our heads, gets tangled in our hair, and takes up the best part of the bed. It's quite selfish of her. But how could I not love that little bundle of fun? I'LL ALWAYS LOVE ZELDA!!



things i'd love to write about: friends, summer, lake swims, laying in grass, sneezing, ok class is over i'll add more later.