Fragments

This journal is more or less private. I rarely ever post. If you want to remove me from your friends list, feel free. I hope the two of you who actually read this (yes, that means you, Grandma, and the weird-freaky-old-perv dude who's been stalking me) have a lovely time.

So, I was just browsing along, minding my own business... when I'm looking at someone else's interests, and I see Fall Out Boy bolded. At first, I thought I was seeing something weird. But at second glance, I realized that I did, indeed, have Fall Out Boy listed in my interests.

How the fuck did that happen?

V for Vendetta is my official favorite movie now. I just got back from seeing it for the second time, only this time I saw it in the Imax. As a girl who took a thesaurus into the bathroom for reading material since the age of 4, I must say that V is the summation of every fantasy about men I've ever had. Whatever you do, Hugo Weaving, just KEEP TALKING PLEASE.

However, I do have some gripes....

Dear Obnoxious V for Vendetta Fans (this only applies to some of you):

Stop saying that this film was made to specifically target the Bush Administration. Is the parallel between the film and the Bush Administration apparent? Certainly. Did the Wachowski brothers add in a few things that allude to the Bush Administration? Of course they did. Does the Bush Administration suck? Um, DUH. However, it's just as easy to compare what is happening in this movie to any other administration, under any other government form, anywhere in the world. The entire point of this movie was about unjust rule of the people, and that pretty much applies to every government, everywhere. Trying to say it "mainly" refers to the situation in America right now isn't only ignorant, it's downright arrogant. We can still openly cry out in public about how fucked up our government is, there are people out there who don't even have that luxury.

Limiting the meaning of the film cheapens it.

Sincerely,
A Fan Who Will Retire From Her Soapbox Now

But seriously, anyone out there reading this who hasn't seen V for Vendetta needs to go see it. Pronto. The power of Hugo Weaving's orgasm-inducing voice COMPELS YOU >=D.

After a long period of not posting anything at all I have come to bring you this little gem.

Jen, Jessie and I went in the restroom of the restaurant we were eating at. There were two stalls, only one was available, and Jessie, being the little shit that she is, totally yoinked it before Jen or I could steal it for ourselves. Jen suddenly starts talking about how tempting it is to start a lesbian relationship, and tries to talk Jessie into it because we totally have no fucking shame and don't give a damn about who is in the other stall. Jen then proceeds to feel me up and is vaguely stroking my crotchal area when one of the fucking employees walks out of the other stall, stares at Jen's hand, and states "...I love the night shift, I always meet such interesting people." I was about to piss my pants, so I nabbed the stall she came out of. Aforementioned employee then goes on rambling monologue about how logical she thinks lesbianism is while she's washing her hands, blahblahblah, insert me in the stall with both hands clamped firmly over my mouth to stop the hyena laughter aching to burst through.

I am at a loss for words to explain how damned hilarious this situation was. Wow.

I'm going to have to take my laptop into Best Buy again. I took it in for problems around 2 weeks ago, and I had to get a new power cord. Now, in the place where you plug the power cord into the laptop, the little pin thingy is wiggling around and it won't fucking charge the battery. This pisses me off. I've had this fucker of a laptop for less than 2 months. I should not be having these problems this early!!! D=<

This is not kosher, Toshiba!

My beloved Elena is going to be voiced by Bettina Bush in Advent Children. Bettina Bush is best known for her role as Rainbow Brite.

WHY GOD, WHY?!?!?!?!

I am off to go sob in the corner like an emo kid with a paper cut (complete with Dashboard Confessional crap), until I eventually realize that I can just listen to the Japanese voices and use subtitles. This realization may or may not come until after I have slit my wrists. (But in true emo style, it WILL BE BOTCHED, meaning that instead of relieving everyone of my collective pain that I inflict on everyone else, you will have to listen to me whine about how I fucked up again and how awful life is. Because, you totally know that I have one that I live 24/7 in my room writing bad, angst-ridden poetry that never, ever rhymes. Because that's, well, conformist.)

Because I have no life...

( Observations on the song 'Passion' by 宇多田ヒカル )

Dear Gackt,

You know I love you. I have been a faithful fan to your music for around 4 years now. I was pretty much hooked when I heard the jazzy background and wickedly cool bass line for Vanilla. The questionable content of the lyrics has nothing to do with my love of the song, I swear.

Then I saw you in various TV interviews. Your elegant mannerisms, while belied by some of the most ridiculous and outlandish outfits and/or hairstyles I had ever seen, won me over. You're a rocker, and you're also a professional pianist. That's pretty fucking awesome. The fact that you play multiple instruments and speak/understand more than one language just makes you even cooler.

I only had my convictions in you rattled once. And that is when you had the Hairstyle From Hell (hereafter referred to simply as HFH). Yes, that blond mullet that looked as if you'd stuck whatever poor animal you'd run over with your expensive car going at highly illegal speeds on the mountain roads of Japan on your head. Luckily, you saw the error in your ways (or the animal corpse became too smelly or decayed, I'm kind of fuzzy as to which came first), and the HFH disappeared almost as fast as my faith in humanity did after finding out that Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise were involved.

Gackt, I am Shocked and Appalled at "Redemption". How could you slaughter what would otherwise be a decent song with awful robot-ized engrish? I know you are no stranger to engrish, but before, it was so mangled that it was quirky and thus, endearing. But this engrish? I can actually understand what you're saying in Redemption. It's....awkward, Gackt-san, but not as awkward as your new hairstyle.

Your hair is sending out mixed messages. It's like that one exceptionally skanky, disease-ridden snotty bitch that manages to show up in each high school across America suddenly proclaiming her love of unpopular, fat boys who could solve our country's oil crisis with one wipe of their zit-covered faces. It's odd, and highly disturbing. You have the "I'm down with the brothas, gangsta!" cornrows, and then you have the Mad Aristocrat CURLY ponytail hanging behind them. And it looks like shit. And you look like shit in it.

Think of the children, Gackt. I know I am. The children that have just lost whatever chance of coming to this earth because your hair has scarred me and I'll never be able to think lusty thoughts about a man now without imagining that travesty perched on his head.

Your Scarred Fan,
Iz.