Yeah… now you see it.

I rest my case.

Okay, it’s official

Actually two things are official.

First of all, Harry Potter 7 is finally here! I haven’t gotten mine yet, since it’s coming in the mail, and they aren’t that crazy. I did hear that a copy got out on a torrent document on the internet, and I ACTUALLY STUMBLED OVER A SPOILER WEBSITE. I’m not trusting anything quite yet because from what I saw, nothing made sense. Harry has to die. He’s the last Horcrux. That’s the only thing that makes sense. I’m not believing anything until I actually read it in the pages of J.K. Rowling’s last installment. There’s gonna be a party in my town tomorrow… today… though. We’re the second “Harry-est” town in America, based on pre-order sales per capita. Yeah, we’re that cool. And after the party at the Library, there’s gonna be a town photo at the park by the boat launch with our books, and then a ceremonial group reading of the first few paragraphs… and then a free viewing of Happy Feet! Yay!

The second thing that is official: Zac Efron is a dreamboat.

Yeah, I said it.

Okay, when I first saw High School musical, I thought it was pretty gay, but addicting. Cheesy, immature, incredibly Disney. But what a better way to make yourself sexier, but play a sex symbol from the 60’s, hypothetically speaking. I love Hairspray! I mean, Link Larkin could not be more endearing–sweet duds, cool dance moves, tv crooner, all for integration, and in love with none other than pleasantly plump Tracy Turnblad. Why couldn’t all guys be like Link? Ones that wouldn’t care about how much girls weigh… *swoons over fictional character*. Damn, he is fictional. I saw the play originally on Broadway 4 years ago, and I fell in love with it. The songs, the story, Link…you get the picture. But the fact that this one will be available on DVD and this kid’s actually my age, is pretty cool. He’s gonna be around for awhile. He’s actually getting ready for a Footloose remake. How cool is that? For some reason, Directors just see him as the face of the new musical. Hmmmm, I wonder why?

So, I’ll come back in a few days with my official review of Hairspray, I just had to express my newfound love for Zac Efron right away. It’ll have to wait though, fore I will be reading constantly for the next two days and then I have Girl Scout camp for a week.

Arrivederci!

At Wit’s End

I didn’t really feel like being creative with my post title. It just happens to be the song that I’m listening to. It’s from Pirates of the Caribbean. I’m in a movie mood lately. With Harry Potter and Hairspray coming out, I’ve been really reading up on my entertainment news.

Now that I think about it, the post title does have something to do with how I’ve been feeling lately. My friends are driving me crazy. One friend hates the other one because she has a boyfriend and that means that she’s “changed.” Bullshit. She’s just jealous because she’s never had a boyfriend of her own. But I guess I shouldn’t be talking. Like I’m such a voice of reason on the matter. This is coming from someone who’s never had so much as a real date in her life. The closest thing that I have had was a “friend” date to Homecoming my junior year with the one person that I wished it would have been a real date with. I mean, he knew about my feelings then, but I don’t know if he does now. But still, when he did, he dated my friend, the same one with the boyfriend now. She gets around. But we have what? A month left before I go to school, and two months before he does. There’s no point now. I should just wait for the new group of guys, a completely new crop. Never met any of them, except one guy, who’s mildly autistic, who doesn’t really count. Damn it all.

Now I’m listening to Jack Sparrow, the song, not Johnny Depp soundbites. This song is much more uplifting. Much more “we can do it!” It’s lighthearted. It’s the way that I should look at my life–with hope and courage. That sounds so cheesy, but in layman’s terms, I need to nt be such a pessimistic wimp. There, I said it. I’m a lame-ass. I mean, I don’t hate my life, quite the opposite. I just am bored with it. I want something amazing to happen. I really don’t care if it’s amazingly terrible, just something to kick my life into high gear. I can’t seem to step on the gas, so I need something to rearend me. Wait, that was a bad metaphor. Um…. something to… no, not fill up the tank, god, there are so car metaphors that work that aren’t dirty. Fine, someone needs to t-bone me. Damnit, that one sounds bad too. You know what I mean. Someone can scare the hell out of me, surprise me or make me feel like I’m on the top of the world. I just need things to change.

I want something to happen.

Or someone.

Crap

I’m lame.

I just went and saw Harry Potter…

…and it was amazing.

I wouldn’t say the best one yet, but Harry was the best he’s even been. Daniel surprised me in the fact that he angsted Harry out very well, without being too emo (see Peter Parker’s alter-alter ego). Afterwards, my sister and I kept repeating the line, “I just feel so angry all the time.” Angst, angst, angst, angst. The only problem with the film was the lack of Ron and Hermione, both of whom seemed to have been reduced to secondary characters, which all Potterheads know is bollocks. Ron and Hermione are Harry’s shoulders. Okay, Harry is his own backbone, but without shoulders, he’s just a spiny, one-dimensional…backbone. The overwhelming amount of Harry’s emotions made the film feel a little narcissistic if you ask me. It was like, “oh whoa is me, I hate my life, Umbridge is a bitch, let’s rebel!” But then again, I felt the same way about the book too. Imelda embodied the evil that is Umbridge–which was exactly what the movie needed. If she’s hadn’t made her as undesirable, then Harry’s angst would have been without reason.

Now, as a Potterhead myself, I am biased, yes; but the director must know that the Potterheads are the main audience. This film at least stayed true to the book, unlike the 3rd film where Alfonso Cuaron was just dying to put some sex in the film, he said it himself. Everything about “Phoenix” stayed true to the book, but there were a few BIG things left out. I, for one, miss Quidditch. I miss the snitch, the bludgers, the seeker, and and the beaters; I can understand how they basically kept it out of the fourth movie, but there actually was a storyline with Quidditch in the fifth book. I distinctly remember. I know it has no importance in further developing Harry’s story, and it is a 2 and a half hour film. But come on, you can’t forget all about it. But I will admit that if they had put everything in, I’d still be sitting in the theater, on my second round of energy drinks, and it’s 3:06 am on the morning of the 11th.

So, as just a film, I’m very pleased. The music fit right, the cinematography was more edgy than before, the acting (especially from Daniel) has grown immensely, and the story moved along well. As a book-to-film, I’m luke warm. The only real good part about the not-so-book feeling of the movie is the fact that Daniel Radcliffe has turned into quite a fetching young man. Who’oulda thought that Harry Potter would become a sex symbol?

There, that’s my take on the film. Now see it for yourself.

Well.

Yeah, I felt like getting my own blog, away from all things networking. This way, I feel like I’m writing for a bigger purpose. I can write my own commentaries about whatever, politics, life, love, whatever the fuck I want. And I can swear without reserve. I’m a writer. This is my medium.

As an eighteen-year-old girl, I’ve lived a pretty full life. A pretty normal life, with a normal family, some eccentric friends, but one thing I realize that I’ve missed out on now that I’m officially an adult–love. Yeah, I love my family, I love my friends, but that other kind of love. I’ve never even kissed a guy. I mean, come on.