Book of Blood

Ummm. I have excuses.  I have barely been on the internet the past few weeks, and when I am my priorities are email, then twitter, youtube, then blogspot.  Im sorry. I usually never even get through Twitter before my mum yells at me to get off.  In the past I have thought of things to say, but they never made it here.  So, my head will just turn into this blog.  It won't be long.  It won't be deep.  So don't be disappointed.

     I love Charlie (Charlieissocoollike).  Seriously.  If I ever met him I would flip out and try to ignore him and then he would be scared of me because having a twelve-year-old crush on you when you are 18 is not appealing.  Oh well.  I do like someone "real" but he might as well be on the internet.  I have NO chance with him at all.  Not that I have a chance with any guy, but he is waaaaaay out of my league.  He is "popular" and only dates "popular" girls, which I am DEFINITELY not.  Gah.  I dislike life.  Not really, living is cool, but I don't know.  I wish it was easier.  I wish the guy that I am meant to be with was just there, for me to meet and love, and him to love me back.  But that won't happen.  =(

     So, last night I watched a movie called Clive Barker's Book of Blood.  I watched it because the British sexiness that is Jonas Armstrong plays the main character.  If you want to save your stomache then DO NOT WATCH IT!  I turned my head to the couch at really gross parts and I still felt nautious at certain points.  The Mary lady is insane and evil.  I will spoil it only because you should never watch it and so I won't feel bad.  I won't talk about the begining because I don't care about that part.  Except for this one part where this girl's face got ripped off.  That was awful.  *pukes*  So the dead wanted to get their message across, so they literally cut it on Simon (Jonas Armstrong).  The evil Mary woman decied that they should "listen" to the ghosts and decied to offer up Simon to them.  So she would strip and set him up every night (I think it was every night; they didn't say) and the dead would come and cut him.  Then she would read him and wrote books about it.  She got rich off of his pain.  WTF???  He managed to escape and some guy that worked for Mary captured him.  Simon begged to die quickly, so the man cut his throat.  Then they skinned his dead body and put it in a breifcase so that they could preserve the "book".  The man drowned at one point in imaginary blood (one minute he was drowning in it and the next he was dead on the dry floor). At the end Mary held up Simon's skin and the ghosts were still writing on it.  I thought they were going to be like, "Oh. He's dead. Let's go cut that Mary woman instead!"  But they didn't.  Oh well.  The only thing I liked was when Simon was yelling and my mind was screaming "OMG THAT IS SO ROBIN HOOD!!!!!!!!" LOL.  So the moral of the story is don't watch a movie just because one of your favorite actors is in it.  Ok? Because it might make you sick.

Sexy: British guys.  I think I have a Katherines thing going on, just with British guys.  They are just bettter than these stupid Americans.  Even the guy I liked way back in fifth grade had British parents, even though he was born here.

Unsexy: Gross movies.  bleh.  I made the color the closest to blood I could find.

I Think About the Hidden Feelings of Characters Way Too Much

Yeah.  I was really whiny yesterday, then I was talking about how awesome my friends are, then I was talking about the feelings of Doctor Who characters.  And about yesterday's sexy, I like the Tenth Doctor best, but I think that the Ninth and Rose had a special romantic connection that she doesn't share with the Tenth.  He loves her in a different way in that form.  He loves her in the way that he would do anything to save her, but it's just not the same.  I love it how main characters in television shows have someone they love, romantically or not, die or almost die and they would destroy everything in their path to get revenge or save them.  Time for a little Robin Hood.  In one episode Marian was so close to death that she appeared to be dead.   Robin, who usually refrians from killing, was ruthless and brutal, not really caring.  Of course then he finds out that Marian is alive.  In the episode "The Idiot's Lantern" of Doctor Who Rose gets her memory, soul, and face wiped.  The Doctor got so mad and said, "There is no power on this earth that can stop me."  I thought that was nice.  I don't know why, but I just love it when people show their real feelings when the one they secretly love is in danger.  So romantic.

     Enough talk about television and feelings (incedentally, that episode was about television).  I've got a cello now.  It's so pretty, but I have no room in my room to practice.  I need to rearrange my furniture or something.  Also, I am thinking of becoming a vegetarian, but Kayla hasn't told me wheather or not this is a good idea.  One of the only things I'm not sure I can go without is Taco Bell.  I really like Taco Bell and their tacos.  Oh well.  Even if I did try I probably wouldn't stick with it for more than a month or two.

     I haven't liked any backpacks I've seen, and the American Eagle bag that I've been using lately really hurts my shoulder after a while, so I decided to make my own backpack, kind of.  It was my mom's idea.  She suggested buying a plain black backpack and painting, so I did and decided to splatter paint it.  That was so fun!  My brother and sister kept trying to do it and messed up, so I made them leave.  It's so pretty and mathes my belt. =)  So that's all I really have to say.  Bye.

Sexy: This song.  It is so pretty.
Unsexy: The fact that again, I am posting past midnight.  I was always a night owl.

In Which Exhaustion Gets To Me and I Type Too Much Nonsense About Feelings

Hello. Yeah, I know I haven't blogged in a while. But today was also the first time I checked anything on the internet in a while. Twitter is overwhelming so I'm just going to start on the first page and ignore everything that happened in the past ten or so days.  So, it's not as if I'm ignoring my blog, just the internet as a whole.  I just don't have the time anymore.  I don't get home until almost five and then have to pracaatice piano, do homework, eat dinner, and by then it's probably seven-thirty.  And some days I'm gone until six, and the world is just crazy.  Last year everything was crazy with the play rehearsels and I feel like this whole year will be like that pretty soon.  My mom thinks I'm trying to do to many things and soon I won't have time to do anything.  Maybe she's right. I don't know.  Notice that I'm writing this at one in the morning.  And I have to get up at seven-thirty tomorrow so I can go to church.  But enought excuses, time to talk about my boring, non-social life.

     My best friend is no longer at my school and I miss her.  I have a few other close friends, but none as close as Kayla, so it's hard.  The other girl, Morgan, that was part of our trio is a good friend, but whenever I act stupid she just looks annoyed and ignores me.  I'm used to having someone who would laugh and be stupid with me.  The only things that I can talk to her about are things like Doctor Who and Harry Potter, plus she still likes Twilight so it's hard to make fun of it with her.  We share a lot of interests, but we don't have a special bond.  I have other friends that I can't talkt to about Harry Potter, but I can about anything else.  Stuff like boys and make-up.  Girly things.  And I have my guy friends.  Like one of my really good ones named Daniel.  We get yelled at for talking during Algebra a lot.  And the other boys I'm not really good friends with, but more like family, or something.  Of course, not all of them are like that.  There are about three that I don't talk to much and don't wish to talk to at all.  Two of those three like Harry Potter, but one is so annoying and mean that I hope he isn't a real fan, and the other is just extremely immature.  Some are the annoying little brothers and others are the ones that you can jokingly make fun of and they'll know you're messing around and tease you back.  I don't know what it is, but somehow, being in the double-advanced class creates a bond that you don't have with the people in your other classes.  Sometimes I hate them, and sometimes it just feels good to have someone you can have fun with and not get called an idiot.  It's funny how fast this changed from whining to describing friendships, but that's kind of the way life is.  You think the world is so terrible and all you do is think of those bad things, but in the middle of that, something reminds you of all the little things that make life so much better.

     Okay, on to the nerdy part of the blog.  so I've really gotten addicted to Doctor Who.  I don't know why, but there's something about it where you feel like you're there, traveling with the Doctor.  Like you're Rose, or Martha, or Donna, or whoever.  You cry when a character dies, or when the Doctor is sad, or someone else.  In "School Reunion" when Sarah Jane was talking about how he just left her all alone and Rose was asking if he would do that to her, I cried so much.  I don't know what it is, but the thought of the Doctor leaving Rose behind (even though I know she dies) hurt my heart.  I felt like I was Rose, and he would leave me.  I was thinking about what it must be like, to travel with the Doctor, to think the whole time that he's in love with you.  To know that you love him, and think that you are special.  And then you meet an old companion and she tells you the story of how she loved the Doctor and then he just left her on Earth, to live a boring, mundane life.  How much would that hurt?  And then he goes and tells her that he'll never do that to her.  I bet that he said the same thing to Sarah Jane.  Does he not get how much it hurts them when he has a little fling with someone.  I mean there was Cleopatra (apparently), Madame de Pompadour, Lynda,  Sarah Jane, and who knows how many others.  I'm still on season two, so I don't know what he does to Martha and Donna.  But really, can't he tell when it's tearing Rose apart watching him flirt and stuff, or is he to busy being hurt by "Rose and her boyfriends"?  These are questions I would really like answered.


     And there will be nothing about what's going on in my life, because:
     1. It's 1:45
     2. What I previously typed was my life.  I just let my brain flow through my fingers, not knowing what I was going to type before I did.

Sexy:  The Doctor.  Though I think the Tenth Doctor is funnier, the Ninth sort of had a different feel to him that I really liked.  he was a bit kinder, though when he toughened up he could look a bit scary. 
Unsexy: The fact that, at best, I will only get a little more than five hours of sleep tonight.

EDIT: I was looking back through old blogs, and they are so short! This one is a bit longer than I meant it to be.