Smiling at Strangers

{May 28, 2010}   Uninspiration.

Oog. Both my laptops are broken, I’m home with my mom for the summer but her computer is too slow to function, so…. this update comes to you via the computer of my ex, whose room I am chillin’ in while he is at work. That makes me sound a LOT crazier than I actually am, but it’s all good, never fear.

Anyway, but now I can’t update when the inspiration strikes; I have to pre-plan anything I want to say. And I have pre-planned nothing today; I am just updating to remind myself that I have a blog. With blogs, comes great responsibility. And all that.

Here is the description of my summer as it stands:

I did get a job, though I feared I wouldn’t! Two, in fact. Both waitressing. I part-timed at one for a few weeks, and now I’m switching over to the other and starting full time this Monday. Then I’ll have even less time to commandeer Jarrett’s house (and PS3), for which he will probably be grateful.

In the evenings I am dedicated to the piano in the church, because my piano at home is too out of tune to practice on. So, playing piano for my church on Sundays has been beneficial in that now I am trustworthy enough to own a key to the place and get free reign. I’ve spent some extremely late nights practicing… when it gets dark is when I plug in the electric organ and play Phantom of the Opera, just hoping someone passing by hears me and wets themself. As a matter of fact, the church is on a hill just behind the old people’s home…… I may have caused some terror already. It is all necessary, however. I’m doing two concerts for Hazelton and Smithers in July, so I need to stay on top of my songs.

On top of waitressing, I’m earning money in two other, and utterly miserable, ways. The one job is only a weekend of work coming up in June, where I am head of maintenance at the annual rodeo… this includes a LOT OF POO. And vomit. And garbage and beer cans. These key words can be mixed together in any number of combinations, and I can assure you, I will encounter it. But it’s good money, and I’m a tough ol’ farm gal, so….. I deal.

The other job is actually worse, though it certainly sounds preferable at first. I’m babysitting my stepdad’s spoiled dog while he’s away in camp, and at first I thought the thing was just stupid… but it turns out she is actually very clever, and simply malevolent and, like I said, spoiled. I take her for a long walk, she comes in and pees on my bed. And then stares me in the eyes, waiting for a reaction. She terrorizes the cats and kills the chickens… <sigh>….. I’ve had her for 3 weeks, so she is actually getting somewhat fond of me (no longer wetting my bed just to piss me off), but she still doesn’t listen to anyone but the demons in her own head.

Lastly, I am applying to the Toronto Academy of Film Acting for a 3-month full time acting course, and hoping against hope that I am one of the 12 students accepted. They don’t even do auditions for the positions, which just seems…. off. So I’m writing and re-writing an entrance letter…. and I better go focus on that more. Later!


{February 17, 2010}   The Rapture of Rapture

Well, I leave tomorrow for Vancouver, where I am staying for a few days with a friend, and then on Friday it’s off to Kelowna for the provincial Miss Teen Canada – World competition. I should be doing my last minute laundry, packing, preparing some little speeches and researching my platform (also practicing piano because I have a concert in a month, but that’s another story), but instead I can’t stop playing Bioshock 2.

Pictured: Beautiful love.

You know how the reviews all said “It’s a good game, but rapture has lost its sense of wonder because you’ve been there before”? LIES. Rapture has not lost its wonder at all. Yes, it is still Rapture, but it’s different parts of Rapture. No, you will never again feel the shock of when your bathysphere first gave you the opening view of the underwater city, but in the first Bioshock you never gasped and instinctively held your breath because the glass between you and the entire ocean has just shattered and you’re now being tumbled through a mass of bubbles and debris. The ability to walk outside of the buildings in the open ocean is incredibly satisfying, there are new places that keep the atmosphere tense and surprising despite you being in the same overall environment (puppet shop, anyone? Eeeek.), and the level design is masterful. There are new plasmids and new creatures to fight (the Big Sisters’ shrieks are the sound of hell itself), and the game Now Comes With Multiplayer!….what more could you want?

I’m supposed to beat the game by tonight so Jarrett can trade it in for Heavy Rain on the release date, because we’re both super excited about that one too (SUPER excited)… but I dunno if it’s gonna happen. There’s just so much to explore. So many audio diaries to read. So many splicers to shank.

Speaking of which, why am I still here?

So, I just got back from the theatre before doing my video-completing and I’m going to say right off the bat…. Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief was a terrible movie. Not terrible in the ways that it makes me want to gouge my eyes and soul out (like Twilight), but terrible like a huge disappointment. At least with Twilight I already knew I was going to puke in my mouth multiple times because I’d read the book. But the trailer for Percy Jackson made it look so awesome! Hydras? Colossal water columns writhing and crashing around? The fury? Yes please! Unfortunately, as soon as the movie started, it became clear that a 12 year old had been employed to write the script. The dialogue was so awfully cheesy and fake and painful… and weren’t these kids supposed to be in highschool? How did they have all that money to throw around in Vegas? And… just….

Okay, this isn’t meant to be a movie review. I just wanted to express my disappointment over the movie. Although to be fair, the monsters and water-storms were still extremely enjoyable to watch, though I wish there had been an appearance by the Chimera.

Well, I’m sure I’ve ruffled some (read: a LOT of) feathers by dissing Twilight, so in return, I give you my own video production for your critique. Save time and money….watch this instead of Percy Jackson. Yes, I was drunk at the time, and it’s all unscripted, and all I’m doing is recounting the sad tale of getting refused at a nightclub, but it’s probably just as good as Percy Jackson anyway.

et cetera