• If summer were a song, it would probably sound something like Buzzin by Shwayze. Listen to it on the beach. It's lovely. Oh, and in case you were wondering (which you weren't) that movie I was watching in the last entry (L'Auberge Espagnole or something like that) was on again the next day, so I watched it. It was reeeeeally good, as I predicted. So look for that and watch it. Please? I'm reading Desperation by Stephen King. I just started it today, so I'm not far in. But, MY LORD, it's amazing. I love him. He's genius. Read his stuff. Oh and, read stuff by Richard Bachman. It's Stephen King's pen name. I'm watching The Rage: Carrie 2. I find these 90's high school movie scenes hilarious. The scenes where everyone's waiting around before homeroom and they just pan across the school grounds. First of all, EVERYONE is sitting in their respective cliques. Sure, they exist. But in these movies, they're so defined. It's almost comical. It's just a big field of high school cliches. For some reason, the cheerleading team is always practicing cheers. The stoners are always smoking, right out in broad daylight in front of the school. They're usually playing guitar too. At least one guy in the group of football players is holding a football, and screaming their vulgar catcalls across the courtyard to the elite girls, who are always primping. The theatre kids are always running lines, and the art kids are always painting. The skater kids are always skating through everyone else. Not to mention, there's always the popular guy (in this case its Jason London) who is oddly into the wierd girl, and is surprisingly interested in the same underground bands/books/movies/theatre as her. I really do love 90's movies. They're the most cheesy cliche films ever made, and yet some of the best. (i.e. Scream - It actually has scenes where the list the basic rules of surviving a horror film.) Plus, the music is always awesome, and the clothes were great. Long live oversized flannel (; I feel like I sit on the computer writing each of these entries for hours. Then I read them, and there's barely anything written. Probably because I try to do far too much at once. I want to see The Happening. Though I didn't like Signs much, I have respect for M. Night Shyamalan. Unbreakable and The Sixth Sense were two of the smartest movies I've ever seen. I hate when people tell me the The Sixth Sense was stupid and not scary. It wasn't meant to be really scary. It's not considered a horror film. Sure, it's creepy and there's definately some scenes that gave me nightmares when I first saw it. But it's so well thought out. The ending was perfect. I love movies that smack you in the face with clues all the way through, but you never realize it until the end. I find it hysterical and ONCE AGAIN cliche that the football coach in this movie is the only one with a southern accent. The lighting is affective though. It's always lower when something bad/related to Rachel's past/related to Lisa's suicide is happening. Obviously intentional. Clevaah. Every other commercial is for Warped. It's my favorite day of the summer, hands down. It's so wierd to think this year will be my FIFTH. I don't like being old. I drive, I have a job. Soon I'll have to start thinking about college. I'm almost too old to be called a kid. No, fuck that. I'll be a kid all my life. Either that, or I'll just go to Neverland. Jest like Peetah! That's probably my favorite movie/story ever. But the best version of the movie is the one from 1960, with Mary Martin as Peter. Sure, Jeremy Sumpter was verrrrrrry good looking as Peter in 2003, but nothing's gunna beat Mary Martin and the 1960 version. Not even the cartoon Disney one. So if you haven't seen the Mary Martin one, I suggest you do. It's wonderful. I bought myself a DVD/VCR player for my room with that movie specifically in mind, because I missed being able to watch it whenever I wanted. Like right now. So I think I'm going to do that. 'Bye.
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