Oscars >:o

Bonjour mes amis!

I decided to post suttin while the iPizzle's updating a major load.

So. While watching the Oscars hier, I made a list of all the movies I've seen in theaters in the last few months, et il y a beaucoup. Sweeney Todd (the Academy just doesn't want to admit that Johnny is superb because they're jealous. Like he needs that stupid little gold dude to prove his talent and creativity. Just give him a little Burton instead and we're set), Juno (twice), I Am Legend (twice), Enchanted, Atonement, Jumper, and Vantage Point. I was so pissed Atonement did not win Best Cinematography. That film is blazing with the most gorgeous manipulation of light and shadow. And I was calling either Juno or Atonement for Best Picture, the mother of all film awards, awarded to movies like From Here to Eternity (<3),


While I was in econ today, I started a letter to my cousin. However, Mr. Mullins slightly freaked me out several times as he wandered past my desk in the front, and though my skills in nonchalantly doing irrelevant activities during class are almost unsurpassable, I decided to settle on mere tuning out and avoid putting a black mark on my record. In my tune-out, I tried making a list of my top 5 favorite movies. Obviously, Lord of the Rings and Pirates are right at the tippy top. My mom can't watch either with me since I quote lines with the actors far too often. I used to know the whole prologue to The Fellowship by heart ("But they were all of them deceived...for another ring was made...... In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged, in secret, a master ring. And into this ring he poured his cruelty, his malace, and his will to dominate all life. But there were some...who resisted."). I also like how Aragorn has a bubble in his throat when he says "You cannot wield it! None of us can." at Rivendell.

Becoming Jane just might be on this list, because it basically explains what went into some amazing works of literature, and what (may have) happened to spur their writing. It is so ironic and romantic on the whole. I would def have to include the Harry Potter series as well, I mean, I can remember sitting with butterflies before I saw the first one in November of sixth grade, and then going back to see it like three more times. Some of the CG stuff was total shit in the first one (Harry in the winged key scene), but I just love the movies so much, and the graphics really have improved. I don't even really care about that stuff too much anyway, unless it's really distracting. The 5th movie's final scene was mind-blowingly moving, with the Dumbledore/Voldemort battle, muted yelling reminiscent of the Gandalf "death" scene and Harry getting disturbingly possessed with the whole montage. I actually rewind and rewatch it just to cry all over again. Number 5 on the list, I'm ashamed to say, I could not place. So instead of humming and hawing over the contenders, I'll leave it at 4.


couldn't resist, mate.

Lefroy <333333

What'd I tell ya? I mean, check out that time stamp. Sorry, ok? (I'm apologizing to my Monday morning self.) I was just watching Becoming Jane, which is the best movie in the world, I don't care what you say, and then I got to the part at the ball where Wisley is being all pathetic and trying not to crush Jane's foot and totally mortifying poor Jane in turn, and just as the state of submission is setting in, Mr. Lefroy steps in out of no where and intimately faces Jane in mid-step, note, with his terrifyingly blue eyes. And of course Jane is at first breath-taken and then instantly aglow, while Lefroy throws her this slight benevolent smirk that ends in sensational sincerity. If it weren't for Frodo's broad little grin and slight nod of the head as he heads off to the Grey Havens, I would name James McAvoy's little moment there as my favorite film smile. They're hard to compare though. Frodo's has a very sad undertone because his fellow hobbits will never see him again, and then his nod has this "til we meet again" kind of attitude about it ("yes I am aware of the contradiction embodied in that sentence"), while Lefroy's is in the complete opposite direction, as not only is he acting as a savior to Miss Austen in the midst of awkward Wisley, but this is the moment when they each begin to glorify the other. I don't know what it is with that fellow but his eyes definitely have some petrifying/captivating/mesmeric qualities.

I mean, c'mon. Penetration.



Upon viewing this scene four times, I decided that I needed to find an image of this online so I could print it out and post it on my wall/ceiling of hottness. There was such a selection of images from this scene however, that I practically made a flipbook. It's only filled with the most beautiful photos ever to have graced the hands of a flipper. Only if someone made one of Chris Carrabba doing like, anything, would I have to withdraw that statement.

Anyway, watch this if you know what's good for you. If you don't, I'm telling you that this is good for you. It will beautify and enrich two minutes of your life. Later you will think about it and it will further beautify and enrich your life. I break into hysterics everytime. I seriously wish I could run up and give Lefroy the hugest of hugs. He is beyond deserving.

license to sleep

I wake up way too late. I go to bed way too late. It's not like I sleep too much, I'm just on a semi backward snooze plan compared to the instinctual sleep pattern. I mean, I went to bed at 4 last night, and woke up at 12:30. So what's that? 8 1/2 hours. Not too bad, and considering I'm catching up on those spectacular 5 hour nights during the normal school week, I'm giving myself license to sleep. That reminds me of one of my fav bands, Armor for Sleep, they have this amazing album, "What To Do When You Are Dead" that you would do well to check out. If not in actual sonic form, if the thought-provoking dark and dreamy stuff is not your thing, I strongly suggest finding and reading and later pondering some of their lyrics on songmeanings or your preferred lyric database.

Speaking of databases, my mom reminded me today, through use of internet movie database, that the actor playing Faramir in Lord of the Rings, David Wenham, is also in 300, which I think I realized back when I saw it in theaters, when Andy got me in free of charge (be jealous).

Anyway, you might wonder, what is Hannah doing at these late hours(or early hours, if you are one of those people... I consider 4am to be late because I haven't gone to bed yet, but if you were Natasha, you would call it early as she would be getting up in a few minutes). Well, in case my lovely audience is curious, it's typically nothing too incredibly important. I like to make time for pastimes, such as playing guitar, playing with charcoal, enjoying music, and corresponding with people via the internets. And daydreaming. And cleaning my room. So with all of this out of the way after school, it is typically after 9. To delve further, I work better under pressure, or at least very efficiently. What incentive is there to do work now if I can just get it all done at some boring hour of the night during which nothing at all is happening, no human interaction whatsoever. In my world, there isn't because I just don't look far ahead enough to say "Oh if I do this now, according to my handy dandy Outline of Life, I will have time for fun on this date right here!" No. Brittany's mom made me feel better about this on New Year's morning while we were discussing resolutions. She said a good one is to make time for fun. So it's not so much procrastination as it is savoring. Anyway, this year my system has a slightly larger payment since I love all my classes (save econ) so I can't bullshit answers like I did in classes involving numbers. Plus homework typically consists of essays and reading, and they take a while. Blaargh.

But fear not!!! I had that overnight stay at Fredonia (actually Sun-Tues) and I got a shit load done. I did my entire euro 10 page packet thing, and then read almost all of Tess, which I can easily finish by Monday. So yeah, this one time I actually planned ahead, but I was still making time for fun- I mean, it's not like there was much else to do during a 4 hour drive and 3 hour classes. I did go ice skating though, and found last night that I'd gotten a nasty cut from the boots that totally did not fit. It was sad because Andy had fitting skates, along with everyone else that was there, but there I was, with these dull blades that were like "I don't give a shit if you've been craving a skate all winter". And yes, I did go down once, which was enough to convince me not to try backwards. Next time I'll steal mom's skates. I actually tried hers on and they're not too bad. Kind of funny story if I actually wore them. My mom didn't have skates when she was little, so she stole her dads and stuffed newspaper in the toes this one time. She ended up getting tripped up on the pond that day and twisting her ankle. She was 8 or something though, and I'm only a size behind her so we should be good. Knock on wood.

Anyway, I'm actually kinda tired. Sadly, I have to shower tonight though because I have this other system, where it's one less thing I have to do when I wake up. Not a morning person if you couldn't tell. To quote Chris Carrabba on the Today Show, "I haven't been up this early since... never!"

Willaby!

I'm half-watching Sense & Sensibility maintenant. Go Jane Austen. There was a masterpiece about her earlier and I got sucked into Pride & Prejudice again because of it. I finished the bit about Colbert's White House dinner speech in I Am America (And So Can You!) hier, then decided to move right on to the a classic novel instead. I'm pretty far into Tess as well, and the one night I seriously could not fall asleep (due to a 2 hour nap around dinner time) I ended up reading the whole fourth section and then some. Angel is being an ass, and he needs to be socked somewhere around his perfectly defined 19th century bearded jawline.

Willaby...!

The house is pretty cold right now, though that hardly parts from the norm, since I am always exceptionally freezing around here. I think dad said he lowered the temperature on the thermostat a tad, with the whole go-green thing and avoiding a load of carbon by lowering the heat setting. But really, my toes are freezing off. Since it's incredibly cold and drearily wet on the sidewalk, the bottoms of my sweatpants are still damp from walking the Dew. Plus I don't have socks on. So it might be a combined effort on the parts of the thermostat, the weather, and my lack of socks that it feels frigid.

Yesterday was Emily's birthday. She called me before school, but the night before I'd turned the phone on silent so that I might watch the Welch's video before I went to bed without waking up the rents, and forgot to raise it again to vibrate. I don't think there's even sound with vibrate, but I wasn't absolutely positive, so I took the extra measure. But anway, I ended up missing my alarm and was slightly late for Amnesty (not that it made any difference since only the officers attended this week), and missing Emily's call. I called her back while I was walking Dewey at dinner, and my failing battery powered my phone down before I could say all I wanted. Whoever has the new model chocolate is a lucky canard, as mine is utterly sucky and almost completely useless.

The Europe meeting was last night. I've taken to napping after dinner everyday, to the point where the chill following a hot and hearty meal combined with my lack of sleep on weekdays overwhelms me after the evening news, and I drop off without even bringing my dishes in to the kitchen. It's true, I eat dinner on weekdays in front of Brian Williams every night (and previously Steve Prinzivalli), unless we choose to dine at Friendly's or some other place. So yesterday, I cuddled up under a blanket while my mom got ready and left for a get-together with her fellow librarian friends, and dad grabbed my dishes for me. He woke me up at 6:40 and told me that we should probably leave for the meeting

Going outside was pure torture, after being snuggled under an afghan for half an hour. But I warmed up after I got to the American Legion building and saw Rinde and Goins and Katie Mck. It was a very informative meeting and the trip actually seems a little more real now. But I still can't believe that I'll be going to Europe after always dreaming of it. And to London and Paris, my luck, the two cities I've always pulled for.

"He sitting next to her!!!.....wait.. he's kneeling down!" From Miss Dashwood to Fanny Ferrars. Aw Hugh Grant!