There's four parts.
Positive: Grade school, lunch, playground, YAY! Homework is sooooo easy :D
Negative: Middle school, friends don't hang out with me, boys don't talk to me anymore, hormones, I'm fat, ugly hair, homework is pretty easy.
In the middle: Hey, I've got friends who wanna hang out with me, still shy, homework can just GO TO HELL, lost weight, it's okay to dress nicely and let my hair out, let's get to college!
College: Pretty lonely, but it doesn't seem that bad to be eating lunch alone while everyone else ate lunch with someone. I hope I can make friends soon...OMG MY BODY'S KILLING ME I HATE COMMUTING.
For me, it really, really depends. If the film that's produced is good, well done, and at least captivates some elements of the book I'm fine. When it takes a book and makes a horrible movie in that it really seems like the people involved didn't care about the original source at all, beware of my anger.
I understand that in order to make a good adaption, it can't be word for word exact to the book. There are only some things that read better in books than in movies. If you the book has a certain narration quirk, you can't convey that through a movie. You'll have to find another way.
In this same vein, after hearing about the upcoming Water for Elephants movie I felt angry. Still am. Half of it because of the casting. The titular character is a red-headed Polish young man, and they casted Rob Pattinson in his role. I believe Marlena is a brunette (can't remember). I just don't like R.P. in general, so it's biased on my part. However, I feel like most people will watch it just for his (ugly, pale ass) face, instead of coming for the wonderful story this book has. I'm PRAYING that the movie will be good (Rob Pattinson isn't giving me hope, especially considering what movies he's been in coughTwilightcough).
Seeing a lot of crappy book adaptions makes you understand why John Irving doesn't let movie adaptions be anywhere similar to his books.
Pushing aside my utter despise for the amount of praise Twilight gets (I don't care if people enjoy reading it, I care if people think it's the best book they've ever read), I think upcoming Twilight film is a source of good laughter. I was invited to a midnight premier, but (1) I didn't want to and even if I did (2) my mom would never allow me going out to see a movie at midnight. Predictably, I couldn't go (I'm 18; 14 year old pubescent middle school teenagers have more freedom than I do), and one of my friends who used to be a fan and one day realized just how much it actually sucked told me it was really funny.
I watched the second film, attempted to read the first book, and skipped and just read detailed summaries online. So I'm not exactly the best person to judge it, though if I can't even get through the first chapter of a book without wanting to stab myself, that's a bad sign (I'm not kidding, I kept throwing the book on the ground I was so frustrated).
This is unnecessarily long...
...OH GOD.
JUST.
JUST.
WHY?!
Like the actual film isn't insulting enough, but at least this song was nice and sweet.
DAMN YOU MILEY CYRUS.
Damn it, Jane Austen, why are you so hard to comprehend?
Apparently they did Emma before, which I hear is much longer and much harder.
Like Persuasion is hard enough. Damn it, Anne.
I wish I had the energy to scan sketches (and by sketches, I mean stupid animu drawings har har wut).
Which reminds me, my school's Art Club is selling holiday cards and my piece was chosen among the five to sell. I feel so proud. One step closer to my dream (?) job. I don't really know what I want to be, but hey, selling myself out is all I need for now.
Blogging is strange. Nothing to write about my boring life (and no one's reading this, ha ha). Actually that means I can write whatever I want.
Damn New Moon Twilight saga, so horrible. The only thing redeemable is Jacob's body (just...yes....). Princess and the Frog needs to come out ASAP.
As you can tell from the title, it's personal. Yet, public. Ha HA I'm not funny.
Things I've done today:
1) NOT reading Persuasion (please shoot me I just don't want to read it and write the damn rough draft).
2) Hetalia kink_meme lurking (instead of...filling like I should).
3) Saw New Moon (easily BEST COMEDY of the year).
4) MST3K
5) 1n2d
6) Tried watching Maiden Rose (bl alert, major bl alert) and stopped watching it after the first sexy tiem scene. It's rape, to say the least. Because, you know, forcing a smaller man into non-consensual sex is TTLY SXY GYS.
7) Normal day stuff
8) See my adorable shih-tzu dog get a boner while defacating in the open air (he hasn't been out in a while poor thing) and for some reason drool this unfathomable amount of saliva, have leaves stick onto it, and even somehow getting the spit all over his head. It felt great trying to clean it off.
Things I should be doing:
1) Reading Persuasion (I'd like the book more if we weren't reading it for class).
2) Sketching more and more and more and mooooore until I feel like stabbing myself.
3) Studying
4) Kink_meme fills
5) Sleeping
I hope college life is more focused. I just can't stand trying to write a paper and solve math equations at the same time. It's disturbing and it makes my mind tumble. I guess I had it coming taking on 4 APs at a time, but oh my GOD so help me.
I'm planning to apply to School of the Art Institute (they already accepted my portfolio so the rest of the process should be easier somewhat) and have no real plans to apply elsewhere. I'll probably do early deadline, see if I get in and if not, American Academy of Art in Chicago. They've got some great alumnis (Alex Ross anyone?). And really, art school means nothing unless you make the most of it. I've only taken one drawing class outside of high school and I need to learn more technical skills. I'll stay up a week if that's what it takes. I'm excited (though I wonder if I'll be surrounded by pot head and drunkies...). And sorta luckily a lot of my friends are applying to schools within the Chicagoland area, so if I'm lonely I can call em up and see if they're available. I don't want to commute though. I feel like I'll miss out a lot on making new friends and also studio time. I wanna stay with as many roommates as possible, because I kinda have trouble making friends, kinda. If I REALLY want to be friends with you, I'll constantly bother you if we have class together everyday and if we sit near each other. But ususally I'm really shy and reserved, and wait for people to just come to me. And I guess I'm lucky there are more extroverts than introverts around me. My goal is to become more social and make friends with my roommates (if I get in).
And scholarships I loathe you and your absences. The only special thing about me are my academics (I'm actually not doing as well as I should be doing. My best year is Freshmen year and after that downhill. I'm still getting a 4-4.2 which is fine with me. It'll probably put me at an advantage for merit scholarships).
Which reminds me, I should be money searching. My parents are great in that they're willing to pay for my tuition (I have some friends whose parents aren't and they'll have to work off loans for...forever). But they're also stupid because they didn't know what to do with financial aid and all until I told them about it. They won't help me search for anything. My mother claims she's constantly tired, and I don't question that (because she is tired having to drive my dad to work twice a day to a location which is at the very least 30 minutes away and at the most 1 hour). It's just that whenever I see what she's doing, she's watching Korean dramas or variety shows on the computer.
THAT'S LIFE FOLKS.
And Single Ladies by Beyonce is stuck in my head again. ARGH.
- Current Location:My room
- Current Music:Single Ladies
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Japan, Korea; JapanxKorea
Warnings: Some gore, maybe some OOC
Summary: Kiku remembers a girl with ribbons in her hair...
Time Frame: From the Josen Period (perhaps around the 15th or 16th century) to WWII, to present time.
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GerxEng for no reason. It’s just amusing to imagine them together. It also gives me an excuse to get back into the swing of fanfiction. And write porn (cough, what, cough)
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Catherine the Great is notable for expanding Russia and help make the country into a great power. Sadly, she had no cares for the peasants.
I requested this on the kink_meme once. No one ever filled (DESPITE ITS AWESOME PAIRING) so I took the liberty to do so.
Perhaps in normal circumstances Ivan would not notice the older woman who wore extravagant clothing and a high powdered wig. Her face was white with heavy makeup, her bosom large with fat and age. Yet she was beautiful, strong, and graceful in her power and mind.
She was once young like the rest, dark hair curling neatly on her shoulders like dark water over pale skin and shining clothes. She married Peter the Third (a man Ivan deeply hated and distrusted), and had a grand affair soon afterwards with Stanisław August Poniatowski with more to come thereafter.
Ivan admired her; a blush would always tint his cheeks when she came into his presence. She helped him grow, flourish, strengthened him physically and morally. How he loved her.
In comparison, he was like a young virgin nervous on her first night with her newly wed spouse.
Ivan pursed his lips, face bright red as Catherine the Great gently stroked his hand, a light smile on her face as she laughed heartily. “Oh my dear Ivan,” she sighed, “Do not be so nervous around me. I should be the one nervous around you. You are, after all, Russia.”
Ivan nodded quickly; his eyes glued to the soft gentle hand stroking his large gloved ones.
“May I touch your bare hands?” Catherine asked softly.
Ivan nodded, slowly pulling off his gloves. He placed the gloves aside, almost off the edge of the table, and lowered fists, white like winter’s snow, on the wood table.
Catherine placed a finger on his knuckles, and engulfed his hands into her own. Her hands seemed large, delicate yet firm, strong and warm around his snowy cold hands. She turned them over, prying his fingers open and they blossomed like sunflowers to a sunny day’s sky. They grew and expanded as his fingers slowly arched back over his knuckles in her hands.
And she lifted them to her lips, a chaste kiss, and looked up at him with a genuine smile.
Ivan looked at his hands with dreamy eyes, looked up at her with those same eyes and fell within her as she cradled him like a passionate lover. Like an endearing mother.
Author: cykstar
Characters, Pairings: Russia, South Korea, Russia/South Korea
Rating: R for last minute light smut
Warning: Semi-angst, light smut, YES THAT IS THE PAIRING
Summary: Spending time over the years with good alcohol, a smoke, and a rooftop.
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