This is both the best and worst movie I've ever seen. However, I feel it is my duty to watch the rest of it (there are several hot guys who must be watched to their full capacity). I live for these movies. The teen angst, the romance, the sexual tension (oh God, the sexual tension), the many, many hot guys.
I have gasped and squealed out loud several times already. This is made even more embarrassing given that I am watching it on my computer in the communal study. I will update this post later with my final conclusions on this future classic.
Second last update. What the fuck is Bella Swan doing in here?
Final update. The ending was shit. I liked the rest.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Oatmeal Chocolate Chip
10 minutes into watching The Host. I have no regrets. Main guy is so hot. He reminds me of Wren from Pretty Little Liars. Wren is my life blood. This is my only criteria for watching movies. Must contain hot guy. I must now watch the rest of this movie.
I have not seen R in over two weeks. And we are not rostered on together for the next two weeks either (or as far as the eye can see). I am sad. I miss him. Or do I just miss the thrill of interacting with a crush? I didn't find him attractive at all for the first few weeks I knew him... then, all of a sudden, I wanted to hit it hard. Is it just because I feel a need to latch onto people and men/boys and have crushes otherwise I wither away and die? But then again, I don't think I've ever felt so comfortable with a man friend (whom I like in a romantic sense) before. Or any man friend (platonic or otherwise).
This week (or last week, I guess) was good regarding Friendquest 2013. I went to a quiz night on Tuesday. I felt like I really put myself out there for it. All throughout the ordeal of finding myself a table to join, I felt like people were judging me for being clingy and desperate and trying to invade people's friendship groups. But when I went there, it was cool and I had a good time.
On Friday, I went to a birthday breakfast for two girls in med, Chloe and another girl from her group, Em. It felt really good to be invited like I was being accepted. All those times I hung out with some of them or loitered around, I had this fear that I was pushing myself onto them. Being invited to the birthday breakfast kind of allayed that fear. When we were leaving, I said happy birthday and goodbye to Chloe. She got up and gave me a hug. It made me happy. Is that sad?
I'm probably going to bake cookies to bring to my tute on Tuesday morning to butter up more people and force them to be my friend. Oatmeal chocolate chip sound good?
J
I have not seen R in over two weeks. And we are not rostered on together for the next two weeks either (or as far as the eye can see). I am sad. I miss him. Or do I just miss the thrill of interacting with a crush? I didn't find him attractive at all for the first few weeks I knew him... then, all of a sudden, I wanted to hit it hard. Is it just because I feel a need to latch onto people and men/boys and have crushes otherwise I wither away and die? But then again, I don't think I've ever felt so comfortable with a man friend (whom I like in a romantic sense) before. Or any man friend (platonic or otherwise).
This week (or last week, I guess) was good regarding Friendquest 2013. I went to a quiz night on Tuesday. I felt like I really put myself out there for it. All throughout the ordeal of finding myself a table to join, I felt like people were judging me for being clingy and desperate and trying to invade people's friendship groups. But when I went there, it was cool and I had a good time.
On Friday, I went to a birthday breakfast for two girls in med, Chloe and another girl from her group, Em. It felt really good to be invited like I was being accepted. All those times I hung out with some of them or loitered around, I had this fear that I was pushing myself onto them. Being invited to the birthday breakfast kind of allayed that fear. When we were leaving, I said happy birthday and goodbye to Chloe. She got up and gave me a hug. It made me happy. Is that sad?
I'm probably going to bake cookies to bring to my tute on Tuesday morning to butter up more people and force them to be my friend. Oatmeal chocolate chip sound good?
J
My Dad is Actually Brilliant
Several years ago, when I got my first phone (this classic model: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nokia_3310), my dad put his number into it with the name ICE. I asked him why? He told me it stood for In Case of Emergency and to keep it like that.
For many years, I struggled to understand what the reasoning behind this was. Surely, even if it was an emergency situation and I was freaking out, I would be able to find him under the name "Dad" in my phonebook rather than ICE.
I have only just realized that ICE is not for me but in case other people find me whilst I am pinned to a tree or buried under a pile of rocks or knocked unconscious or having a seizure or am found strangled in bushland. So they can easily identify who to call In Case of Emergency and figure out who is next of kin and all that business.
Smart thinking. I like it.
J
For many years, I struggled to understand what the reasoning behind this was. Surely, even if it was an emergency situation and I was freaking out, I would be able to find him under the name "Dad" in my phonebook rather than ICE.
I have only just realized that ICE is not for me but in case other people find me whilst I am pinned to a tree or buried under a pile of rocks or knocked unconscious or having a seizure or am found strangled in bushland. So they can easily identify who to call In Case of Emergency and figure out who is next of kin and all that business.
Smart thinking. I like it.
J
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Justin Long
I'm in love with Justin long from this interview: http://www.vulture.com/2013/04/justin-long-romantic-comedies-a-case-of-you-interview.html
I find him so physically repulsive in many ways but he was fucking adorable in Going the Distance (that is a sincerely underrated romantic comedy. I got so many feels from it) and this interview is amazing. Oh, Justin.
J
I find him so physically repulsive in many ways but he was fucking adorable in Going the Distance (that is a sincerely underrated romantic comedy. I got so many feels from it) and this interview is amazing. Oh, Justin.
J
Thursday, April 25, 2013
That is the Question
Here is a question that has plagued me for most of my childhood and adult life. It is one that has kept my up on many occasions. One that has ignited a deep and spiritual questioning within me. One that, if not answered, I fear will result in an existential crisis of gargantuan proportions.
Here is it. Read at your own risk. It is like opening Pandora's Box.
Are corn flakes meant to be savoury or sweet?
There are so many arguments for and against. Frosted flakes, honey joys, salt content, sugar content, general cerealness, colour, ingredients. I feel so lost sometimes when I think about this question. I feel it must be answered before I die. Otherwise I will forever be in a state of unrest. A state of flux between knowing whether cornflakes are meant to savoury or sweet and not caring at all.
J
J
Tonight's Entertainment (The Girl on the Train)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1183672/
Technically, last night's entertainment but in keeping with the theme... This was interesting and not a rom com (shocking, I know).
As for a short summary... Girl meets boy. Stuff happens with boy (bad stuff. Not the main bad stuff but bad stuff nonetheless). Girl goes a little nuts. Pretends to suffer through an anti-Semitic attack (because she cray). Shit happens.
It had an air of mystery that was kind of sinister. The "introduction" or set-up was super long (about an hour) and I kept wondering when shit was going to go down. But there was enough allusion to something crazy about to happen that kept me watching (despite me getting very sleepy).
My favourite creepy moment was when Girl on the Train goes to her new boyfriend's house for the first time and his roommate is also there. It's jolly and then boyfriend locks the door and roommate says, "We share girlfriends too." Then boyfriend says, "Take off your clothes," all menacing like. They were joking (apparently) but it was still creepy as fuck.
Lovers of French film will enjoy this as it has a romantic, Taylor Swift Begin Again-esque appearance to it. But more realistic in that European film way (fast-talking, kind of rude characters and dirty public transport). Such cinematographic juxtaposition. Such etc. etc.
Based on a true story. I was reading some back story on this true story (occurred around 2003/2004 I think). For me, the most interesting thing I read was something the Israeli prime minister did at the time... Encourage French Jews to emigrate to Israel to avoid anti-Semitic behaviour.
GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM?
I rate this movie 3 stars.
J
Technically, last night's entertainment but in keeping with the theme... This was interesting and not a rom com (shocking, I know).
As for a short summary... Girl meets boy. Stuff happens with boy (bad stuff. Not the main bad stuff but bad stuff nonetheless). Girl goes a little nuts. Pretends to suffer through an anti-Semitic attack (because she cray). Shit happens.
It had an air of mystery that was kind of sinister. The "introduction" or set-up was super long (about an hour) and I kept wondering when shit was going to go down. But there was enough allusion to something crazy about to happen that kept me watching (despite me getting very sleepy).
My favourite creepy moment was when Girl on the Train goes to her new boyfriend's house for the first time and his roommate is also there. It's jolly and then boyfriend locks the door and roommate says, "We share girlfriends too." Then boyfriend says, "Take off your clothes," all menacing like. They were joking (apparently) but it was still creepy as fuck.
Lovers of French film will enjoy this as it has a romantic, Taylor Swift Begin Again-esque appearance to it. But more realistic in that European film way (fast-talking, kind of rude characters and dirty public transport). Such cinematographic juxtaposition. Such etc. etc.
Based on a true story. I was reading some back story on this true story (occurred around 2003/2004 I think). For me, the most interesting thing I read was something the Israeli prime minister did at the time... Encourage French Jews to emigrate to Israel to avoid anti-Semitic behaviour.
GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM?
I rate this movie 3 stars.
J
Monday, April 22, 2013
I Love Michelles
Dear Everyone,
I have decided whose celebrity style I should so obviously emulate. That person is Michelle Obama. Not only is she a smart, strong-willed person/woman/mother/wife, she is also super sexy and can do more push-ups than Ellen Degeneres. She and I also share the same broad shoulders but she always manages to not hide them but wear them proudly and in such a way that they go unnoticed. Rather, they become a part of who she is as an attractive and successful woman.
END SUPER CHEESY, REPETITIVE RANT ABOUT HOW GREAT MICHELLE OBAMA IS ETC. ETC. ETC.
Seriously, even I have heard that rant so many fucking times that it grates on my ears. It's made me borderline hate Michelle Obama. The poor thing never stood a chance. But I wasn't kidding about emulating her style (if only I was rich).
Today was a mixed bag. I spent the better part of the morning hiding my tears in science library. The afternoon was better and I started to feel normal again.
J
I have decided whose celebrity style I should so obviously emulate. That person is Michelle Obama. Not only is she a smart, strong-willed person/woman/mother/wife, she is also super sexy and can do more push-ups than Ellen Degeneres. She and I also share the same broad shoulders but she always manages to not hide them but wear them proudly and in such a way that they go unnoticed. Rather, they become a part of who she is as an attractive and successful woman.
END SUPER CHEESY, REPETITIVE RANT ABOUT HOW GREAT MICHELLE OBAMA IS ETC. ETC. ETC.
Seriously, even I have heard that rant so many fucking times that it grates on my ears. It's made me borderline hate Michelle Obama. The poor thing never stood a chance. But I wasn't kidding about emulating her style (if only I was rich).
Today was a mixed bag. I spent the better part of the morning hiding my tears in science library. The afternoon was better and I started to feel normal again.
J
Sunday, April 21, 2013
My Psychotic Side
I had work yesterday as per usual but R was not present. Nor will he be for the next few weeks (or as long as the roster extends).
Sometimes I question my feelings for R. I like him and am attracted to him but he's so... I didn't think I could ever be interested in this sort of person. He doesn't seem to have much direction or ambition in life. He's 23, presumably still lives at home, works a menial job in retail, his educations goes only so far as high school. I hope there's more to the story than that but I don't think there is. He's a complacent sort of guy and doesn't seem to want much out of life. All this saving money and working is for a six month stint in Japan. But what happens when he gets back? Is there a plan? Is he going back to uni? Is he going to actually work towards something at TAFE or continue doing random units? Is he going to try and get a better job (no offense to myself...)?
It's not like I'm planning my future life with him or anything (...) but ambition and a good work ethic is so attractive. And it's something R is so severely lacking.
J
Sometimes I question my feelings for R. I like him and am attracted to him but he's so... I didn't think I could ever be interested in this sort of person. He doesn't seem to have much direction or ambition in life. He's 23, presumably still lives at home, works a menial job in retail, his educations goes only so far as high school. I hope there's more to the story than that but I don't think there is. He's a complacent sort of guy and doesn't seem to want much out of life. All this saving money and working is for a six month stint in Japan. But what happens when he gets back? Is there a plan? Is he going back to uni? Is he going to actually work towards something at TAFE or continue doing random units? Is he going to try and get a better job (no offense to myself...)?
It's not like I'm planning my future life with him or anything (...) but ambition and a good work ethic is so attractive. And it's something R is so severely lacking.
J
Nightmare
Last night (this morning?), I had the most horrific dream. In this dream, I was straight up pregnant. Still in third year uni but straight up pregnant as hell. I wasn't showing yet but I sure as hell knew I was pregnant. I was too scared to go to the doctors and see how far along I was. Because that might mean that it was too late to terminate the pregnancy (is that bad to say? I know it's what I would do though).
It wasn't like I was scared of what my parents would say or how everyone would react but there was this overwhelming feeling of doom. Like my whole life could potentially be ruined by this baby, even though I would love it so much.
I woke up in a cold sweat (not really, but that's how you're meant to wake up from nightmares).
J
Saturday, April 20, 2013
La Vita Mia
Ugh.
I just started reading this fashion blog: http://www.lavitamia.ru/2011/09/rome-september-1956.html
I think I'm in love with this woman. I've never seen any woman so bodacious, gorgeous, put-together or stunning. She is everything I want to be. I want her waist, her hips, her hair, her smile, those eyes, dat ass. How does she even walk down the street without feeling like she is a God among mere mortals?
J
I just started reading this fashion blog: http://www.lavitamia.ru/2011/09/rome-september-1956.html
I think I'm in love with this woman. I've never seen any woman so bodacious, gorgeous, put-together or stunning. She is everything I want to be. I want her waist, her hips, her hair, her smile, those eyes, dat ass. How does she even walk down the street without feeling like she is a God among mere mortals?
J
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