A Match Runs Through It.

Okay I have a lot to blog. At the moment I’m working on setting up a second blog called Statiik. I’m going for a music, movies, art, culture kinda site. Just writing about cool stuff I find. I don’t really know exactly what I’m doing with it but it should be interesting. Kind of like an up-and-coming cultural review blog thing. I’m done with the Warhol collage and I’m putting it on my art page after I write this. It really didn’t work as a banner image so I’ll need to think of a new one. I hate WordPress for making my images all pixel-y when I upload them. Maybe I shouldn’t write that on a WordPress blog. My faith in privacy has been shattered by the 1984-ish environment in the new RM building.

Anyway I saw Cloverfield on Saturday. If you’ve seen my Facebook status as of late (why does that sound so nerdy?) you already know that I thought it was sex in a motion-picture. I mean, that’s nothing new, but the movie was sex in itself. Of course it was only an hour long because it was supposed to be filmed on a DV tape. Basically all the characters are young and attractive, so you immediately like them and care about them (it was a very smart casting choice if you ask me). I liked it because it kind of showed the personal aspect of a War-of-the-Worlds-y disaster. There was no running up to the cops and asking “what are those things?!” and the reply “Whatever they are, they ain’t from this earth… We think it’s an alien civilization for Planet Nebulos.” I think it’s a love it or hate it movie, because half the people there really hated it. 

On an unrelated note, this weekend was also my Dad’s birthday. If only I could have remembered it then. Basically, my sister and I made our dad drive us around all day and pick us up (my mom was in Salt Lake for Sundance and gawking at celebrities) to and from the far corners of the suburbs. So around 6pm my mom calls asking me to give the phone to my dad so that she can wish him a happy birthday. Having forgot, I said no and hung up. Then my sister and I put on our thinking doing caps and whipped up a pasta dinner, set the table, lit some candles, made some quick gifts, and called my dad downstairs into our darkened dining room. “SURPRISE!”. So he bought it (I think) and then for desert we found a pie in our fridge. We didn’t have any candles, but we had a 10-inch match. So, into the pie it was stuck and out from under the counter came the pie. I gave him a framed photo of an old BMW bike I took for photo. So, yeah, I’d call that a flawless execution of a sneaky plan.

I think it was the next day that I almost died for Bea. Clara and I got up and went to Giant to buy you some tasty, American food, Bea. We then ventured down Hungerford Drive (MD-355) in the bleak, piercing cold and arrived at the UPS store after many complaints and shivers. The man tells us that it’s going to cost $137 to ship this thing to you. “How much would it be for USPS?” “Seventy dollars.” We then tried to get into contact with someone that could save us from this frozen hell. This led us to an abandoned gas station to use a pay-phone that hated Clara. So I have yet to go the the post office and find some cheap shipping. I think I’ll go tomorrow after school. Speaking of school,  I got my new schedule today which I like a lot. Except my gym class. It’s a pretty random mix of pretty random people.

And the MacBook Air. Or, as I some might call it, the MacBook Sexy.