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Listen to this please, especially if you have ever seen a comercial for the AFI while watching a movie.

my friend Taylor and i had a nice, good old fashioned adventure last weekend. we went to an abandoned, falling apart house near my dad's place and got some bottles and took them to an antique shop and the lady who owns it said she would put them on consignment, and to bring some more stuff. we then went to my moms house and found two abandoned houses in the woods, and some weeeeer'd stuff,like a book written in 1976 called Hitler's Wartime Picture Magazine, a frying pan, a statue of a native ameican woman, and a kanvas painting of a sparrow. they are at Taylor's house currently and we hope to take them to the antique shop soon and get some dough.

i got a haircut last week that looks really nice, and some Bed Head magic obeying cream stuff(which i think is supposed to be a joke. have you ever seen a bottle? <.<)my mom also bought me roller blades, which make ah me happeh. we are planning to move to Costa Rica. whether there is even a 1% chance of that actually happening or not remains to be seen.

this weekend i go to my hometown, the population of which is about 250. i love it. my great-aunt shall make me her holy rolls(wait...oh. haha)that are so good they could stop a train.i shall eat at the best restaurant in the world and have a cheeseburger with extra pickles and mustard. i shall visit my old home and my kindergarden teacher, and take the loud, rumbly,dirty old boat that would make the ridiculous tourists going over piss their pants.i cannot wait.

Has Any Body Seen Koshier Pickle Harry?i swear to god that's what he said...............

WILLOWBREEZE

O.o well look-a-here! a blog! o.O
AHEM
i am so damn bored that i figure even expelling my thinkins' into the e-mosphere seems like a good idea. i spent a couple o' weekends with myfriend, who has guitar hero. the playing of said guitar hero led me to bliss, more commonly known as Cliffs of Dover by Eric Johnson. has nobody heard this song or something? becuase it is simply so fucking good that if anybody i knew had heard it, they would want to writhe in it's excelence, and invite me to the writhing party. {i hereby declare that i shall throw a writhing party}
srsly tho, it is so be-damned boring in ye ole redneckville. i have this desire to go outside and move around. i guess that's normal cos it be spring. all i have do for fun is pokemon White, a sweater front to work on, and a book club book to read. but as far as the external temperature goes, these activitrois are Not Good Enough. i wish there was a roller rink or an ice rink, or friends that wanted to climb trees and go exploring. i wish i was five and rampaging about the island with all the childers. i wish i was eleven, working on the job site with my better-than-yours-by-a-landslide best friends. i wish i was crabbing or a pirate or hiking. T.T
in other seemingly random news:
yesterday i went shopping and bought American Eagle jeans for 40 dollars, and Ross jeans for 10 dollars. both brands are of the same quality.
recently i cooked and ate frog legs. they were lovely, and i am severely impressed with the leg muscles of frogs.
i cannot decide weather i want to move to Vermont and start a yarn store, or Louisiana and be a hot-sauce maker. maybe i will win the lottery and have summer and winter homes.(unless the GOP gets into office, then i will move to ethier Canada or Finland)
i saw the Next Three Days and i am officially in love with Moby.
i have more news, i'm sure,but i will not remember what it is until after i publish this post and go to bed. :)

the kind of high only open minded liberals can have;no drugs or megasharpie needed

o how i love myself.

EW MAH GAWD... we lost our high speed internet. but we got it back. i have been slowly shriveling up for the past nine days.

anyMcway,this week has been the Week of Music and Musicals, at leest foa mee. This must of course be started with imdb, when i looked up Inglorious Basterds, because, well... you can't understand unless you are a violent potential phycho.

so then i did Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat for teh hell of it, and i learned that one of the brothers(who's extremely regal name is Sebastien Torkia) is in Mamma Mia as a stag. so i wocht Mamma Mia and looked reeely hard and found him.

I love that feeling of knowing something like that. even if it's a small minute detail, i know who someone is in a movie while everybody else watching it is concentrating on the main charactars in the shot.it maketh me to feel better when the internets is gone.

also right before the Great Tradgety of the Lost Onliness in the House of Teh Walrus, i had ah, discovered Rob Zombie. cannah get enough, and i couldn't listen to Living Dead Girl, BUT NAU AH CAN XD. and because of Mamma Mia, it's been Abba on rye all week.

i crocheted a rasta hat(cap)?:/ and then i made a pattern for my guitar teacher, and i shall post said pattern as soon as i organize it a bit.

if you love me get me one of these immediately:

and i believe it is safe to say that the world will never be the same:

*ah faints*

On the subject of Crap Turkey Cow Bannanas and the Various Shades of mineral bunny

A DAY IN TEH LIFE OF TEH WALRUS!!!!!
when i was 13 i had the mentality of what can only be described as a lollypop goth. everything i owned had to be black pink and purple, as so my bedroom was made. And when i turned 14 i wanted to change it completely but my mommeh said she would not redoot godammnt, so i have, eh, My Room.
1)my Cow Walls and Purple Ceilling
2)my 4.5" stilts
3)the dining-room table
4)my mom working on her latest sweater
5)my dresser 'post tornado' meaning normal
6)My Room from the hallway

DON'T FORGET TO PLAY OUTSIDEEEEEEEE XD

don't bury me; i'm not dead :O

i haz gone T.T
but i iz back.
And where did i go? not a where. just skokt out for a bit. I guess because this is sort of a fashion blog, and the problem is THAT I NO LONGER GIVE A SHIT.
It was sort of an accident. a couple months ago, i had a cold, and i got on the computer and absorbed bravo's 100 scariest movie moments via youtube while my brain was thinking differently that normal.
And i thought, oh yessah i did. about those movies, the ones i'd seen, and one's i'd seen that weren't on teh list. i had a commentary with myself about horror movies(ime insaaaaaayne) and wocht some of the ones i had not seen, like Suspiria, The Exorcist,Scilence of the Lambs,Texas Chainsaw Massacre, ect.
And all the Crap-Turkey fashuns of today, such as the shirts passing as dresses put on 12 year olds and all that bull shyte seems so dumb to me now, liek, why am i still wasting time on such things?
For a while i've watched horror movies, good and bad, and thought about ways to improve them and make them soooo much scarier and more realistic and ah suppose i have not had the nerves to deal with this style blog BUT AH IZ DOON IT NAU.
This is one of those cheezy no-THIS-is really-my-dream-thing things, but i dislike the subject of fashion even more than before,to the point at which i don't want to adresse it here or anywhere.
I'll find some direction for this blog, whether ye like it or not.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....
(ime insaaaaaayne................)

classical guitar

Dear boys and girls...

THIS:

is what happens to you when you watch too much television. Go play outside.
Sincerely,
Teh Walrus

art(s)forme: a technicolor journey

There are really so many different types of art, be them paintings, music fashion,whatever. Films can also be art, simply because of color and music and costume, and i believe movies have ceased to be art because of the way they are made, and the color used.

Movies from the 1970's are the best kind,using bright,vibrant colors. One of my favorite movies, Suspiria, uses 3-strip technicolor and spooky, whispery music to make it feel like a dream, yet still be terifying. The main theme of the soundtrack is in the entry right under this one.

Suspiria is a movie that everyone should see, because it's beautiful and vibrant and art.

Texas Chainsaw Massacre was art as well, simply because it was shot in normal weather and not through a 'bruisecam'.

You don't find movie art much anymore because that's the way (mostly horror) movies are shot. They are no longer vibrant art-in-motion but dreary stories that make you more depressed than scared. (kind of like how Michael Bay ruined TCM, and more recently has ruined Nitemare on Elm Street >.<)

I think there should be a revoloution in film making, and we should try to achieve that vibrancy again, and turn movies back into art.