Apocalypse Now

I'm a big fan of apocalypse movies. They let me explore my adventurous side from the comfort of my couch. That's not to say I want the world to end but for some bizarre reason the idea of fighting for my life in the rough and tumble is all sorts of romantic and exhilirating to me.

I've been pondering which type of movie I like more: alien invasion movies, zombie apocalypse movies or natural disaster movies.

Sure, they're all pretty good but, let's be honest, some are better than other.

Natural disaster movies, whilst exhilirating, are often very unrealistic. That's not to say that alien invasions are realistic but the visual affects associated with natural disasters often just look retarded. To see cliffs splitting in half and winding around (much like that recent car advertisement, I forget for which car but it's about... car control or smooth driving or something and all the cliffs and land is splitting in half. Tack-y) just destroys that element of realism. If I'm watching an apocalypse movie, I want to feel like I'm living it.

Which I guess is why sometimes zombie apocalypse movies can be better. When you're faced with this bloody, scabby, dishevelled, drooling, grabby, human-infectious disease hybrid, you can actually relate pretty well. It's probably because I guess there is some realism in them when you consider the various diseases which can cause disintegration of the human body. And the fact that many people are very grabby and dishevelled.

Which brings me to my most favouritest apocalypse movie in the entire world. Alien invasion movies. Yes, I really really like zombie apocalypse movies because a) I like watching things get hit with shovels, b) I like the sense of urgency as the zombie population grows and grows and c) I like it when the zombies hide and jump out at people. But alien invasion movies, to me, represent the ultimate realism. You might scoff but think about it - we know pretty much zilch about the various galaxies and planets so, by extension, we know very little about alien life. It proposes a sense of mystery to humans who seem to want to know everything. When we make and watch alien invasion movies are we not exploring and fantasizing and trying to make sense about something we know very little about?

My most favouritest alien invasion movies have to be War of the Worlds (my favourite scene is when Tom Cruise hits that creepy guy that he and his daughter are hiding with with a shovel - I'm pretty sure that's the actor who played It as well. Major respect) and Signs!

Holy shit. If you have no watched Signs WATCH IT.

Changed my life.

J

Will & Kate

Oh my gosh. I lol'd so hard at this review by the Go Fug Yourself girls (seriously?! Can they do no wrong?!) of Will and Kate (which aired last night in Australia) I think I popped some blood vessels in my face.

http://gofugyourself.com/fug-the-fromage-william-and-kate-04-2011#more-385372

Everything just resonated with me!

J

Sally, Passion Mango!

It is beyond beautiful outside right now. In fact, it's just started to rain. The trees are sailing in the wind. I see two little birds dashing through the sky towards somewhere warm and dry. I love to listen to the rain changing as it starts loudly and angrily then simmers down to gentle hum.

It's weird that people who live in cold climates look forward to summer so much and people in warm climates hate the summer and crave the winter.

I think a rainy Australia is all sorts of beautiful. It's not like rainy UK. It reminds me of those shitty Australian books we had to do for novel studies in year seven, eight and nine. I call them shitty but when you see the rain pouring down on a dry, yellow and brown landscape it's actually pretty spectacular. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else right now.

Looking for a jacket to wear this winter but they're all five inches thick and wooly. Not only would I be too warm in them, I would look like a major twat wearing a massive jacket in 22 degree weather.

I feel like grapes.

J

edit:// Not sure what's going on with the title. When I can't think of a good title I just write whatever I happen to think of at the time. Okay, that's a lie. If I really did that, all my blogs would be titled "F!"

Shittastic

The worst thing about having shitty skin is meeting new people and wondering if they're thinking to themselves, "Fuck, she is atrocious looking. Her skin looks like someone vomited on her face."

If I had nicer skin I think I would:

1. Make more effort with staying healthy and fit.

2. Dress better.

3. Wear makeup.

4. Hate self less.

Worst thing is when I do eventually, if ever, grow out of teenage heinousosity, my skin will still be more disgusting than the average person. It will be red and marky and grotesque.

Wish I was pretty like Cathy Dollanganger.

Enough about this nonsense.

J

Derp Derp

I've been a bit dull the last few days. Studying, going on the Internet, trying to write blog posts then just not having anything to say. The other day I caught up with the two Michelles. They both, impressively, ate two Golden Gaytimes each. This is especially impressive in Big Michelle's case (don't let the name deceive you, she is unconscionably small in stature). I had passionfruit yoghurt instead like a derp. God, I regret that now.

My indecisiveness has taken another leap into my life. I fully intended to grow out my hair yesterday but now I'm rethinking it after perusing various fashion blogs with ladies with cute short hair. But I know that my hair does not look like that short so I have to stick by my guns and grow it out...

I wish it was winter already so I could sit around and read Flowers in the Attic and be all morbid and heinous. God, that book makes me feel disgusting. But it's so good. The second one, Petals in the Wind, makes me really despise Cathy and wish Chris would grow up and find another girl to love. But then he says stuff like, "You've got me pinned to the wall and labelled as yours until the day I die whether you like it or not. And if you go first I'll follow soon after. And I hope to God you're satisfied."

I suppose it could potentially be taken as creepy that I'm very much into blonde boys ever since reading Flowers in the Attic.

J

Mangling Ensues

I potentially just dropped a fork on my foot and maimed it. Blood may or may not be spurting everywhere. My left little toe may or may not be permanently mangled.

WHO AM I?!

J

Laces

Shoes with laces. Good or bad?

Why do we need laces? Why can't we have shoes with no laces? Not only does it save material (laces), it's more convenient. When I get up at 7am, gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal, do I really have time/energy to do up my shoe laces?

I know I've posed a serious philosophical question here but please get back to me with your thoughts.

J

We can!

Holy shit. Big Michelle makes me laugh so hard sometimes I can't control my own bowel movements (joke).

Big M: we can buy like a pack of icecreams and eat icecreams! :o
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J

Disney Death

1. Hannah Montana series finale aired last year. No more Hannah? Sadness.

2. Wizards of Waverly Place is finishing soon. No more Selena on Saturday mornings. No more kooky Harper antics. Sadness.

3. DEMI LOVATO IS NOT COMING BACK TO SONNY WITH A CHANCE AFTER GOING TO REHAB. I am pretty devastated about this one. She was so good on it. Made me laugh so hard. My favourite line of the whole series was this one... Okay, let me situate you first. So Sonny has dressed up like a boy to pretend to be her own fan and she meets her manager (or director of So Random. I forget) and he offers her a nectarine. She grabs it, pulls it apart with her bare hands, juices flying and the suchlike, and growls, "Nectarine?! What is this? A poor man's peach?!"

I laughed so hard, I cracked a rib.

J

Godawful Dream

Had the most godawful dream last night.

Naturally, it involved F.

It went something like this...

I rock up to my FCP tute and F is standing outside. I go up to him and start talking to him. He glares at me and tells me to stop talking to him. That he's seen me stalking him. That he hates me, he's not interested, and I'm a freak.

It was fairly traumatic.

J