So, I've decided the best thing about life is the uncertainty of it all. Don't get me wrong, it is pretty awesome, when the Big Guy decides to let you in on some part of his plan for you, but even more awesome, when he decides life should sweep you off your feet, in the most amazing ways. I like how He let's you think you've got it all figured out and then boom! decides that you need that detour and then those two other detours and then that freeway exit which puts you on the track He's laid out for you all along. And then, just when you're beginning to think, 'wow this is it!' or even 'oh crap, is this it?, He steps in again, and it's roller coaster time all over again!
I'm a pretty big Potter fan, I'm not saying huge but I love the series. I was really excited when they announced that they would be making movie adaptations of the series, but the first movie was quite a letdown. Change in facts, change in story, skipping several extremely important scenes. Well, the movie wasn't at all bad, but when you've read the book many many times, and sort of know it by heart, watching a movie with some scenes cut off almost seems unforgivable.
Even then, I faithfully watched movie after movie, through books two to seven-part A, each time more disappointed than before. And after reading book 7, I was certain there was no way a movie could screw up an ending already completely screwed up by Mme. Rowling. I mean, COME ON, going to the light, coming back to life (yes, I did just say that!), AND the whole 19 years later bit, I could've written a better ending! Regardless, part one came out, and I watched it, and needless to say, it was very average (story-wise), though I loved the 2D animation done for the Beedle the Bard bit.
So when the trailers for the end came out, I watched it very half heartedly, and very surprisingly found them very interesting. It looked pretty brilliantly actually. And this has been the first HP movie I've been excited for ever since the first one. So today, I went and watched the movie. And. I. Loved. It!
From Neville (who's gotten hot btw!) to Hermione and Aberforth to Lupin, it was all done brilliantly. The story, was ofcourse changed a little, but the effects and all the stuff going on completely covered it up. (I was a little peeved at the change in the Ron-Hermione kiss situation, however! I mean, you have to bring in house-elves there, it's the rule!) Sure, the movie could've had a lot more of Mr. Hottie, Tom Felton (one of the main reasons I watched the movie!), JK could've easily written him into a lot of more scenes, but really, the movie was actually pretty good. And, I actually cried a little, I mean it is the END of the Harry Potter. No more Ron, no more Draco, NO MORE FRED! It all left me a little funny and sad.
I think I'm beginning to digress. Please do watch the movie, it's pretty amazing. It is a bit long but you'll get your money's worth. Oh, and please don't butter your popcorn up too much though, you WILL feel sick later on.
For the last few weeks, I've been brainstorming to figure out how to go around asking my extremely cute, extremely shirtless neighbour for 'sugar'. Yes, being unemployed does that to you, look at completely irrelevant ways to spend your time, and apparently being a cliched mastermind is one of them.
Anyhoo, guess what, I actually did run out of sugar this morning, when he's probably at work or something.
Today shall henceforth be the yardstick against which all slightly crazy days will be measured. I am currently stranded, well, actually I think that's too strong a term, I'm currently stuck in the San Francisco airport. It's 11.50 pm. And my flight just came in from Vegas. Its been delayed for the last two hours now. I have had no breakfast, no lunch, no dinner, just a cosmo and some mozzarella sticks. To top that, my flight was delayed when I flew out of LA this morning. By three hours, hence the no lunch. And then I had a three hour interview. On an apple. I'm surprised I didn't start hallucinating about food during the interview. Stay tuned to find out if I reached LA on part two of this post.
Wow today has not been a good day. For starters, I had too much coffee (yes, there is such a thing), and have been obsessing over things that don't really matter but actually do but actually don't but actually do, you get my drift.
So I decided to take a break from the aforementioned obsessing, and look at my (sort of) journal. I say sort of because I'm too lazy to actually write a journal, and it's not actually a journal, just a book I decide to update with my whereabouts, what-I-do-abouts, what-I'm-upto-abouts, who/what-I-like-abouts, once or twice a year. Just to keep myself updated with what I was upto, say 10 years back (which is surprising because I actually started writing this when I was 15, NEARLY 9 years!).
Wow I'm pretty embarrassed with my younger, uncool self right about now.
SO, if you decide to read on, you'll know perfection and supreme awesomeness weren't actually inherent, but acquired, and eventually replaced complete and utter lameness.
In the 10th grade:
- I've actually listed my favourite 'musicians' as, among others, JLo (yes, the horror!), Nick Carter and Pavarotti (here I'm pretty sure he was part of a 'We are the World' song I'd heard, because I have never been an opera person!).
- My favourite authors included Francine Pascal. Go Sweet Valley High!
- I hated a Ms. Rodriguez, Ms. Caroline, Ms. Ivy, very very VERY mean high school teachers.
- And listed among my favourite movies, is actually a screenplay, my friends, K, A & me wrote (a murder mystery, if you should know), which we called ASK, from our first names. Innovative, right?
I skip to the year my dad gave me his cell phone.
- ASK is STILL in my list of favourite movies. Yeeesh!
- My taste in music has bettered considerably, with the inclusion of RHCP, Nirvana and Linkin Park, and John Mayer made an entrance.
- The list of teachers I hated has gotten wayyy longer.
- I think this was the year I'd fought with my 'rakhi brother', because I've mentioned something vague about it.
We move onto the year I made THE lamest email address in the world (which I will refrain from metioning, for my own self respect).
- New cell phone number. Third or fourth cell phone.
- I think this was the year I joined college, because I remember having spotted a cute senior and since I didn't know his name, there's a line in this particular entry which says I don't know my crush's name. (proceeds to jump off cliff!)
- My music taste has gotten infinitely better. Yeah this is definitely first year of college, because under music I like, are all the songs that my band covered. I was in a band and stuff, ain't I the shit!? Lol.
Wow, I'm pretty embarrassed with myself right now. I would love to go on and read (and blog about) some more but I think I'm going to now retire to the rock I will be spending the next five years under.
And this! I'm sorry, the 10th grader in me just couldn't resist!
- I love that blogger has no limit on the number of characters in the post title.
- I HATE walking behind a person. No I don't mean this metaphorically. That too, but while walking with someone I hate walking behind them.
- I hate doing laundry with a vengeance.
- I love the smell of new cars and new leather shoes.
- I used to be an optimist. Now I'm a don't-give-a-fuck-ist. I should write a dictionary.
- You don't want me around before a wedding because instead of asking you to chill and say everything's going to be alright, I'll be the one saying, if you want out, go for it, I'll cover up for you. PS - I love weddings, and cry everytime I see a wedding episode of any show on TV.
- I am a horrible listener. You might think I'm listening and caring, but in reality, what I'm doing is not-giving-a-fuck.
- Inspite of the above, I'm actually pretty nice if I like you, and worth sticking around for.
- I love the fact that my neighbor always decides to not wear a shirt.
- I love Milo Ventimiglia. We're actually soulmates. He just doesn't know it yet.
- I hate the word soulmate. barf.
- I miss my room I miss my room I miss my room!
- Multiple the word horrible by 1000. That's how bad my luck is when it comes to gambling.
- coke. drool. slurp.
- I sleep really early and it is wayyyy past my bedtime. That's it, folks, nighty night!
I'm 24 and 4 months. So's my cousin, well, actually she's 24 and three. Which makes her a month younger. And guess what she did on the morning of 7th July? She went and got married. Yes, I kid you not. She. Got. Married. Did I mention she's just 24?
Yeah, some of you must be going, 24? That's not just 24, that's old enough. You guys need to come out and smell the generation gap.
But seriously, 24. I just finished school. I haven't even gotten started with the life bit yet. I'm single, unemployed and freaked out about where the hell I'm headed. But the one thing I am sure about is that there's no way I'm ready to get married. Any time soon.
If men could fly, and Rosie Huntington-Whiteley's very white sweater NEVER got dirty and you've looked at your watch for the hundredth time in an hour, you know you're watching the new Transformers flick.
The (extremely convoluted) plot (in bulets!):
- transformer ship with trapped wounded Autobot, found on moon, when Neil, yes-the Armstrong! and his buds landed, which was kept hushed.
- unemployed Sam Witwicky, living with way-out-of-his-league, not to mention extremely annoying girlfriend, Carly.
- Optimus figures out the moon secret, gets old wounded Autobot, Sentinel, back to the earth, and heals him with the matrix.
- The Sentinel dude is secretly bad and goes beserk trying to get rid of Autobots so he and Megatron can rebuild Cybertron.
- attempts to transport cybertron to earth so human slaves can rebuild it.
- Decepticons vs. Autobots. Autobots win.
Now, did that really need two and a half hours to portray?