Hahahaha...ha...haha.. watch this.

And now it's time for
Things that Make me go "WTF?!"

This week I've compiled some of the videos on the internet that ... well, the first ones are ones that make me go WTF, but the others are just funny. And in addition, while surfing retrojunk.com, I found a couple of videos that made me ask myself if I'm old or not... I didn't think I was, but ... I guess I'm at least "Retro" if my childhood can basically be summed up by that website. Anyway, to the videos:

These first videos are ones I found while wasting time on youtube. I searched my old school, and came up with two that I thought were worth showing. I can not BELIEVE how frikin' red neck typical US my school was. I'm glad I'm outta there.

So cheerleading. Is it a sport? or is it just an excuse for fluffy white blonde girls who sound like they're on helium to jump and prance and be perky? Judging from this, I think the second:



And to think, I was supposed to be "All In This Together" with those robots. HA!

Next up, reason #10 why I believe that my highschool was the central repository for all that was weedy in the gene pool.



Ai Know, raight!?!

What the fuck.

I watched that video for the first time and... oh hey! look! a video of me right after I saw it!



Yeah.

So the last video in my WTF segment is Mr WTF himself. This man... you've seen him before. So without further ado, is it a dude?! Is it a chick?! NO! It's Nick Pitera!!!



What guy can sing like that?! It continues to amaze me.

Now, on to the videos from my kidhood. I know I'm young. I'm really young, but somehow retrojunk made me feel old for a second, until I realized that I still have perfectly functional collagen. Here are a couple of awesome shows from le past:



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... I don't really know what to say. That was like... the shit back in the day. For me anyway... Aaand there are plenty more of those shows where that came from, I just didn't want to go all embed crazy...

Hmm, what else do I have for you..

OOOh yeah!

Here are a couple of videos that made me laugh.

Now, I have a question. Who amongst us has ever had trouble using a slide? I mean... sit, let go, gravity. Are they really that difficult?



And last but nowhere near least, my love. You should appreciate this one Monni.



hehe. <3

-E

P.S. A KNITTING NEEDLE!!!

Movie Review: Boys Don’t Cry

SPOILER.ALERT.SPOILER.ALERT.SPOILER.ALERT.SPOILER.ALERT.SPOILER.ALERT.SPOILER.ALERT.




“I'm scared of what's ahead, but when I think of you I know I'll be able to go on.”

Set somewhere in between hell and earth, Nebraska, the story starts. Brandon Teena (Teena Brandon) is a trouble making lesbian in denial. After cutting close to danger a few times, he finds himself in a new town, with new friends, after a new girl. But this one’s different.

I have to be honest. The opening scenes of this movie didn’t really catch my eye. It seemed to start off on a level of stress that I think needs to be worked up to. A few scenes later, I had changed my mind.

Hilary Swank pulls of the portrayal of her character almost flawlessly. In the beginning I wondered why exactly they didn’t do a better job of making her look like a boy. I wondered why the other characters believed she was a boy even though those sparkling eyes and baby smooth skin were a dead…wait… maybe I shouldn’t say that… the eyes and the skin were a very large hint that maybe this boy wasn’t all he said he was.

By the middle of the movie, I had realized that the tension I was feeling was because she looked so obviously female. I had been worrying about her from the start even when I thought I couldn’t relate at all. Several times while I was watching it I thought to myself “shit, is it going to happen now? Are they going to find out?”. I think the most worrying scene at the start of the movie was the one where she put the tampon under the mattress. I thought for sure someone would find it.

Another point I’d like to mention in the movie was the relationship between Lana and Brandon. Even after Lana finds out about him…her… she still loves him. It’s pretty rare in any movie, let alone life, for someone to find out something so delicate and image changing about someone and still love them. I love the way that the film portrayed Lana after the revealing of Brandon’s’ “secret”. She didn’t even flinch. She didn’t comment. She just loved him, the same as always.

This review is obviously made for people who have seen the movie. It’s not actually much of a review. More of a discussion really…

Anyway, the final thing that I’d like to mention about this movie is actually the entire reason I did this review. I have nothing much to say about any of the first scenes, other than to mention how great I thought the cinematography was. I thought that the way they sped up the film every once in a while made the element of the speed of time stick out even more, and it made me feel just a little closer to the movie every time. It especially worked during the rape scene. The way the camera sped up and slowed down, and the way that the sound wavered between normal volume and a muffled and echoey sound (or was that just my computer?) made the feeling come across particularly well.

As I was saying, my last point. In the final scenes, after Brandon and Lana have decided to run away together, Brandon is sitting in the barn/shed or whatever it is. In the house, Candace has just been intruded upon by the two men and they’re looking for Brandon. The thing that really got me about this is the way that Brandon just sat there. Lost in one of those moments where you think your life is about to change for the better. The moments where you think you’ll never look back. The smiles drift across Brandon’s’ face as he sits there naively waiting for the future, but little does he know at that same moment the entire world is spinning around him, and it’s about to fall in.

So after this, the bomb drops. Everything goes the wrong way. Lana lies sweetly on Brandon mourning his death until daylight when she is taken away by her mother. This movie left me with one question and one question only:

Where the hell did that baby go?

…

Okay okay okay, I’m soooo sorry. Really, the movie is great. It’s amazing, and it’s amazingly sad. It even almost made me cry. Luckily I’m all tough like. I’d recommend this movie to anyone over the age of 16, purely because even if you can’t feel what’s being told, the message is obvious. Watch it. (Or if you have watched it…. Can you answer my question??? Was there something I missed??? I mean, really! It just runs off screen and doesn’t come back!) I give this movie an 8/10.

Okie dokie. I’ve been ordered to update my blog, so I will.

I’ve had so much going on lately! Fuck! On top of that, none of it has been interesting enough to merit a blog post. I guess I could have talked about my recent purchase of colorful and fun toe socks at a great price, but… who cares? … other than my toes… ^^

What else has happened… hmm…

Maybe I’ll think of something later. For now, I’ll give you a little musical distraction.

Where is my mind – the Pixies



The Pixies. Pretty cool band. This particular song serves as perfect distraction when you’re almost being run over by some stupid fuck on a bike that doesn’t know which side of the road he should be on, ya know? … just me? Eh.

So, next up is a song that makes me want to dance! Too bad I make Max’s dancing look good, or I might. This song (regardless of whether it’s a new or old remix, ‘cause I have no clue), makes me happy. It also makes me feel like a huge dork, for listening to Marvin Gaye remixes. Whatever.

Sexual healing – shaggy



This week has felt a bit like… well… this:


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Ever have one of those days where you look in the mirror and it’s like… who the fuck is that? I realized I’ve been floating on the surface for way too long now. It was easier, sure, but once I started actually applying myself to what I was doing again, it was like being thrown into a pool of ice water.

I just realized how much I’ve changed since last year. Outside and in. I came out to my mama almost a year ago. I was so cute! I reread the posts I made on The Forum literally seconds after I came out. I want to go back in time and hug myself. So stuuuupid and adorable! Good job kiddo! Aaaand I’ll probably be doing the exact same thing next year when I reread this blog post. Moving on.

I’ve been feeling a bit “old school” lately. ^^ . I blame a certain Australian for reminding me that this song existed, but I’m enjoying it nonetheless. Which song? The one that made me laugh really hard at this picture:




Now, on to my explanation of yesterday. That was “one of those days” where nothing you do seems to turn out right, and everything you do results in more work. My “band” usually meets on Fridays to practice. Out of the two guitar players, I’m the one who picks things up quickly and the other girl is the one who remembers things. We even each other out. But yesterday, guitar # 2 decided she was going to fake a doctors appointment so she could run off with her boyfriend and… I dunno… get pregnant or something. Whatever. I’m getting off of the point. What I meant to say was, I apparently forgot how to play the guitar completely, which sucked because I was the only actual instrument that showed up, since half of the band decided it wasn’t necessary. Gah.

Blah blah blah, time to go home. I had to run to catch the bus, but at least I made it. Then when I got to the tram stop, it was just leaving as I got off of the bus.


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Fuuuuck. I waited a zillion minutes for the next one to come, and since Fatty McFatterson decided that she needed forever to get through the door, I had to run to another one. Just as I was getting on, it closed. I was half way through, and it closed. That hurt. So with wounded pride, I shoved my way into the only area that standing room was available. Eventually I got a seat, but the guy who was sitting next to me looked like the meaning of life for him was found at the bottom of a box of twinkies, and he smelled like a pile of laundry in a locker room.

Eventually, I got to my stop. Hair disheveled from my recent mishap with the door, I made sure I cleared it fully before making my way home. Is it over? No, not quite. When I got to my door, I realized that I’d forgotten my keys. Nobody was home, of course, because they’re only home when I remember my keys. Duh. And I decided I’d either fall down at the door and cry until they got home, or I’d go look for them. Looking for them (my mom and sister) seemed like the better option. Saves some of my bruised dignity (fucking door). They were most likely just at the park anyway. So I set off.

Were they there? Obviously at this point, the answer’s gonna be no.

I was walking home, about to cry, when I saw them. They were coming from the other direction, so I at least wasn’t too far off. I didn’t see my sister right away, but when I saw her the biggest smile came across my face. My baby was riding her bike!

I ran up to meet them, but my sister was so busy riding that she didn’t see me. My mom told me to “shh” and I did. My sissy rode all the way home and when she got to the house my mom said “turn around!”. She did, and my little girlies face lit up. She came running at me with her arms wide open… yeah. You know the rest. I love that baby so much. She’s getting big now. I remember the day she was born. She fell asleep for the first time in my arms. The first person she walked to was me. I just hope that I can be a good sister to her, and I hope that, even though she’s growing up, she’ll still have that little girl running up to me for a big hug somewhere inside her. That makes everything seem just a little better.


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Anyway, enough of the cutieness. I’ll leave you with one last thing that made me laugh. If you get this right away, virtual hugs for you.


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Thank you, and goodnight.

-E

Still to come on Emmy’s World!

- Two new movie reviews!
- addition to the segment “things that make me go wtf?”!
- reviewing a “singer in the spotlight!