The Dark Knight would have much more accurately been called "The Joker". Christopher Nolan was kidding himself if he thought that he could pass this blockbuster off as a movie about anything but a villain. Indeed, the Joker (though having maybe half the screen time as our favorite billionaire) enchants and horrifies the audience almost as if they were his unlucky victims too. Heath Ledger truly outdid himself with this genius portrayal of chaotic evil. It was the performance of his career and he deserves nothing less than best actor.
Despite the brilliant casting of what will undoubtedly go down in movie history as one of the best villains of all time, the movie did have its faults. The trade off between Katie Holmes and Maggie Gyllenhaal as Rachel Dawes left most of the audience a little dazed, and the momentary welcome appearance of the past villain--and heartthrob--Dr. Jonathon Crane (played by Cillian Murphy) was all for naught. The incorporation of this character added little or nothing to the plot, and so we are left wondering.
As a whole, the movie is outstanding. There is not a moment when the audience isn't entranced. It is well worth the overpriced movie ticked and your time.
18.7.08
7.3.08
19.2.08
Still a fat ragamuffin? Oh, and creative writing.
I'm in a creative writing class. This is good. I want to be a writer, I'm being forced to write--yay! Even better, English Writing is my major, and this is currently my favorite class...Even though it's from 7pm-10pm on tuesdays. Which is annoying. And I put off all of my work until 3:00pm on the same day...
lawl.
So, I have to write a list poem. What is a list poem, you ask!? Let me tell you!
A list poem is a poem that is also a list. LAWL. So, here is my first attempt at a list poem;
"Groceries"
Need milk,
butter too.
Running low on bread.
Cereal'd be nice,
and maybe even rice
But we don't need any pudding
or jam.
Seriously, though. I have to write something like that. Maybe more meaning. But basically the same. Maybe I should just turn that one in? Anyway...
Current Weight: 138.6
New Goal: 135
Weight to lose: 3.6 lbs.
Tschau!
lawl.
So, I have to write a list poem. What is a list poem, you ask!? Let me tell you!
A list poem is a poem that is also a list. LAWL. So, here is my first attempt at a list poem;
"Groceries"
Need milk,
butter too.
Running low on bread.
Cereal'd be nice,
and maybe even rice
But we don't need any pudding
or jam.
Seriously, though. I have to write something like that. Maybe more meaning. But basically the same. Maybe I should just turn that one in? Anyway...
Current Weight: 138.6
New Goal: 135
Weight to lose: 3.6 lbs.
Tschau!
16.2.08
FAT RAGAMUFFINNESS OF DEATH. ...And doom too.
139.6
I'm under 140! YAY! That has been the biggest mental obstacle ever. "Oh, gosh. I'm still over 140, no matter what I do, I'll never get below." Well.. Now I am.
Current weight: 139.6
New Goal: 135.0
4.6 lbs to go!
Tchuss!!
I'm under 140! YAY! That has been the biggest mental obstacle ever. "Oh, gosh. I'm still over 140, no matter what I do, I'll never get below." Well.. Now I am.
Current weight: 139.6
New Goal: 135.0
4.6 lbs to go!
Tchuss!!
11.2.08
Oh my God.
Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we're better,
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent
falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat
all the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
And these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we're better,
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent
falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat
all the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
10.2.08
Not mine, but i know how that feels.
For any of you who don't follow Postsecret.com consistently, this is me telling you to.
1.2.08
27.1.08
The first day of the rest of my life?
Tomorrow Biola classes start, and I'm not going. I'll be at home, feeling a little anxious about not going to Biola, making phone calls about transcripts, registering last minute for classes, and probably blogging about it all.
Oh gosh.
Oh gosh.
22.1.08
The House Always Wins
My preliminary schedule for COC:
Beginning German
Drawing I
Cycling
Intro to Cameras and Composition
Dance Appreciation (hopefully will cover the fine arts req for Biola/other colleges. May change if biola dislikes it).
On top of that, I may take bible classes through moody, and, hopefully science fiction or film as lit from COC. This all depends on my transcripts and such from biola. but at least I have classes to take next semester.
Beginning German
Drawing I
Cycling
Intro to Cameras and Composition
Dance Appreciation (hopefully will cover the fine arts req for Biola/other colleges. May change if biola dislikes it).
On top of that, I may take bible classes through moody, and, hopefully science fiction or film as lit from COC. This all depends on my transcripts and such from biola. but at least I have classes to take next semester.
Let it Rain, Let it Pour. Hallelujah.
A lot of things have happened. A lot of decisions have been made.
I'm very different from who I was a year ago. But I'm also very much the same.
I'm not going back to Biola. I'm pretty sure at least. I avoided blogging about it for as long as I could, to be sure that it would be final, and by no means is it final now, but it's as sure as it's gonna be, for at least a week. And I can't stand it any longer.
Basically, my grades suck compared to my intellect. I can't justify 15k a semester for a 2.0 GPA. That's the basic truth of it. In the end the decision was mine--my parents would do what they had to get me through it if I really wanted it, but I couldn't do it. I can't put my parents in debt for a 15k-per-semester english degree. I can't force myself to go to a school that I feel such apathy for--sometimes even dislike. It's not worth it.
So, I'm going to a junior college this next semester. I'm already a student--complete with ID number. All I have to do is send my transcripts over and register. Which is more than half the problem, really, but whatever.
In time I may return to Biola--I may have a change of heart or mind, decide that the Bible minor is worth it after all, but at least for this semester I need a break. It may be a permanent change, it may not be.
I will forever be grateful to Biola for the friendships I've made there. There are some beautiful hearts and minds at that school, and I'll never forget them. And hopefully visit often. Complete with Disneyland excursions. ^_^
I'm very different from who I was a year ago. But I'm also very much the same.
I'm not going back to Biola. I'm pretty sure at least. I avoided blogging about it for as long as I could, to be sure that it would be final, and by no means is it final now, but it's as sure as it's gonna be, for at least a week. And I can't stand it any longer.
Basically, my grades suck compared to my intellect. I can't justify 15k a semester for a 2.0 GPA. That's the basic truth of it. In the end the decision was mine--my parents would do what they had to get me through it if I really wanted it, but I couldn't do it. I can't put my parents in debt for a 15k-per-semester english degree. I can't force myself to go to a school that I feel such apathy for--sometimes even dislike. It's not worth it.
So, I'm going to a junior college this next semester. I'm already a student--complete with ID number. All I have to do is send my transcripts over and register. Which is more than half the problem, really, but whatever.
In time I may return to Biola--I may have a change of heart or mind, decide that the Bible minor is worth it after all, but at least for this semester I need a break. It may be a permanent change, it may not be.
I will forever be grateful to Biola for the friendships I've made there. There are some beautiful hearts and minds at that school, and I'll never forget them. And hopefully visit often. Complete with Disneyland excursions. ^_^
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