Yeah, it's been a minute. I take a look at my friends, who are sending books to other states in some worldwide library, and investing in wangs. My life is not so exciting, really.
The thing is, I don't want to make my blog post ALL about my comical bitching and blowing things out of proportion. But then, what do I write about? I mean, I certainly don't want to bore you with the progress of a hangnail or anything. This is not entertainment. At the same time, I don't want to do the same thing over and over again until it's as unoriginal as your grandmother's daily pill-popping rituals.
But in other news, my sister signed up a while back to be a member in this movie club where you get movies for dirt cheap. Kind of like Net Flix, except you buy the movies. So pretty much, I've been renting movies for free. Fo' shizzle.
On of the movies I borrowed was Memoirs of a Geisha. It's a sad movie, I'm not gonna lie, and it's not exactly kiddie proof, but holy CRAP the cinematography was flipping awesome. The costumes were gorgeous and the colors were pretty. It makes me want to go read the book, even though I know books and movies are vastly different and I might be disappointed or something.
But in the mean time, i'm off to completely rewrite chapter one of my Star Wars fic. This monster's turning out to be a real bitch.
1 comment:
Memoirs of a Geisha was indeed a ROCKING movie. The book was also pretty awesome. I'm glad to see you're diversifying -- maybe this blog can become a media review.
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