Yes, I do believe in soul mates. I also believe that a person can have more than one soul mate, and that person is not necessarily your "one true love." I do not have a doubt in my mind that tinuelena is one of my soul mates; all of my HP girls are for that matter. We are so meant to be, I can't even express it in words. I know another one of my soul mates, but I don't know if he knows it yet, so I will not say who. Do I worry that he got away? Not yet, ask me again in 10 years. I have had plenty of missed opportunities with him that I deeply regret, but there's nothing I can do about that now; other opportunities will without a doubt come. Another person who I think is my soul mate completely broke my heart, but he's the person who taught me what love is and I am forever indebted to him. He had such a huge impact on my life and in defining who I am today that I can't see how he's not a soul mate. My only wish for him is that I can return the favor, and I think I will one day; after all, that's what soul mates do ;)

For some reason that I will never be able to figure out, I had an urge to watch these horrible things called Disney sequels. More specifically the two sequels of Cinderella.

As far as Disney sequels go 99% of them are god awful and should just be burned for denigrating the name of its respective classic. The only good ones are the Aladdin sequels, surprisingly both Return of Jafar and King of Thieves, and in my opinion Little Mermaid 2 Return to the Sea (the third installment, or the prequel rather, was terrible). Depending on your mood, Lion King 2 is watchable as is Peter Pan 2, but for the most part they too fall into the ungodly category. Don't even get me started on how barf worthy Mulan 2 is!

So, when I started Cinderella 2 I was expecting shit, which I got. Who ever thought of that idea should be fired immediately. If you have not seen it, don't. It's for your own good. If you have, I invite you over to Oedipus' house, where we will be hosting an eye stabbing party!

The 3rd installment, however, shocked me. The story was not too terrible. I think I could easily rank it with those rarities listed above. It would have been even better if they had the original voices, but as most of them are dead it's quite impossible. After you get over the fact that Gus Gus sounds like a retarded 80 year old man, the movie is not so bad. It had an interesting concept - though I would have advised the Stepmother to take a different approach - and it wasn't your typical damsel in distress movie. Cinderella actually jumped from a carriage to a horse in order to save everyone from falling off a cliff. The only bad part is that it going back and forth. First Cinderella and Princey are happy, then their plans are destroyed, they're happy, destroyed, happy, destroyed, happy. A little too much repetition, but pretty easy to get over, all things considered.

I feel bad for Drizella, though! Anastasia gets the baker in 2 and the prince in 3, and Drizella gets nothing, except being turned into a frog. Poor thing.

Anyway, after watching those, I saw a link to another Cinderella movie called The Slipper and The Rose: The Story of Cinderella. It was made in the 70s and was like 2.5 hours long! At first I couldn't figure how they could stretch the story that long, but I quickly figured out that's what singing and dancing are for. Yes, it is a musical. In the first scene, the Prince returns home from visiting a girl his father wanted him to marry, and BAM he starts singing about how important love is. The King was actually ridiculously hilarous; I'd suggest watching the movie just to see him. My favorite quote of his is "Make sure she had good teeth! He seems to have an obsession with good teeth!"

I wasn't expecting much from it, and I might have called it good if it wasn't for the dancing mice (the only place where that is acceptable is in The Nutcracker) and the same repeition that was in Cinderella 3.

I don't know about y'all, but I'm all princessed out. Transformers 2, here I come!!!

My English Literature professor is beyond awesome! He promised he would come to class in costume if everyone answered the question "What language does Chaucer write" correctly. It's Middle English, btw. Though there are over 100 people in the class, so odds are one bone head will put Olde English even though Professor Bruster said it was middle like a million times in class.

All in all, I'm pretty confident I did well on the multiple choice section. The part that I've been dreading is the Identification and Significance section. Basically, he gives us a few lines from 4 of the works that we've read, we ID them and write an explication for 2. For the record, I suck at poetry. Like majorly suck. I did manage to find a few poems that I was okay with, like Donne's "The Flea" and Spencer's "Amoretti" and Sidney's "Astrophil and Stella," etc. Of course Chaucer is freakishly easy to identify because of his use of Middle English, and thankfully there was an excerpt from The Canterbury Tales General Prologue that I'm confident I explicated well. Another ID was Milton's Paradise Lost, which is pretty easy to identify.

But I could kick myself for misidentifying Donne's Elegy 19!!! I said it was Herrick! How the hell can you confuse Donne and Herrick?! One wrote "The Flea" and the other wrote "Corrina's Going A-Maying!!!" Big Huge Major Difference! That's 6 points off right there. At the very least, I think I explicated the poem well enough. The worst part is that I sat at my desk for a good five minutes debating whether it was Donne or Herrick, and I went with Herrick.

The last ID stumped me big time. I don't remember reading it at all, so I put Shakespeare. When in doubt put Shakespeare; the odds are in your favor.

Now I'm going to go catch up on my Thursday nigh TV. The Office should cheer me up from the idiocy I committed. Thankfully I have half a pint of chocolate ice cream in my freezer :) yummmmm
 

So maybe that is a little over dramatic, but still!

I'm a natural crammer. For some reason unknown to me, I cannot do the readings for my classes ahead of time, or when they are supposed to be read for class. No. I wait until the night before, or the day before if I'm lucky, a test and cram. Not even cram sometimes. I mean, some things in history are common sense. If they found a Greek vase in Syria clearly there was some trading going on. Duh. Anyway, I studied for about... 3, 4 hours maybe? I like to say that I have a really good memory, so a simple refresher is enough to get it back in my head for good. I admit that reading all the articles that were assigned would have done me worlds of good, just so that I could see how the arguments were presented, but I didn't do that. I was going to do that last Saturday, but no; I ended up reading The Host for the billionth time instead (Great book by the way. It's Stephenie Meyer's overshadowed book, but it is a million times better than Twilight!). I am such a sucker to that book.

Either way, I still walked into that classroom this morning feeling pretty confident, except I knew timing would be a problem.

That was the understatement of the damn century! You try writing TWO detailed essays about the development and importance of the Greek polis, and the ways the description of the shield of Achilles in the Iliad is relevant to society and how it might also be a bad source. THEN, on top of that, give three detailed descriptions of things from a list of key terms. All those things are easy to do, but put a 50 minute time limit on it and you have hell on earth! I'm confident that if I had one more hour I could have gotten an A on that damn test. But it gets better. Apparently this teacher is the toughest grader in the history of the world.

I'm gonna die.

This is one of the three parts that make up my final grade. There's the discussion section grade, the midterm and the final exam. That's it. So basically, I can kiss my grade goodbye, which really sucks because I'm still on academic probation and I really need to pull my grades up.

Now I'm going to go buy a tub of ice cream and sulk while having a Narnia marathon. Toodles.

Hehe, I'm not gonna lie. Harry doing his crazy Aragog impersonation is cheering me up already :)

yeah, I got to meet that lovely fellow expertly swinging his bat over there.

Jackson Rathbone and his band, the 100 Monkeys, were in Dallas this past weekend for Twicon. No, I did not spend an outrageous amount of money to do god knows what, but the 100 Monkeys did decide to have a sudden CD signing at the Barnes & Noble that I usually go to.

It was pretty damn cool because the Twilight Lexicon, which I embarrassingly check a lot, posted the announcement at noon the day of, when the event started at 2:00. I saw it at about 2:45 and freaked! Of course me and my lack of driving skills had to wait for my mom to finish bathing the dog, during which I was nearly hyperventilating because crazy Twilight fans should never be underestimated. Trust me, I would know. Yes, I was one of those absolutely insane people who went to the Galleria of Dallas at 5 in the morning last November to try to get a ticket for a Rob Pattinson autograph signing. Let me tell you, that was insane. You couldn't walk at all; you were just sort of pushed the two inches that could be moved. I knew this 100 Monkeys signing wasn't going to be THAT bad, but still you just don't underestimate Twilight fans. Ever.

Finally, I got to B&N at about 3:30, and found out I had to buy the CD in order to get in, so I did (sidenote: I've never listened to any of their music, but it's not so bad, especially considering it's not my style). The band was on the 2nd story, completely out in the open, and hardly anyone was there! It was great! Of course, being the frazzled person that I was before leaving my house, I forgot my camera, and I nearly died when I saw that they were letting people go behind the barrier to take pictures with the band.

Now, I was kind of confused with how they had things set up because there wasn't a line or anything to get the autographs, so I was just standing around looking like a stalker while waiting for my number to be called. It wasn't, so I went up to the security guard, and he said to talk to the manager. So I did, and brought me to where the band was, directly to Jackson Rathbone, and oh my god he is SO much hotter in person. The manager personally introduced me, and I was about to strike up a conversation, but some woman who was back there previously started talking to him while he was signing my CD. I was really disappointed because I had a very good conversation starter! Anyway, I felt really bad when I got the other band members' autographs because I had no idea who they were. But I did my research later on, so I don't feel so bad now.

All in all, it was a pretty cool experience, mostly because it was so out of the blue and because I hope to work with Jackson later on one of my movies.

On a completely different topic, this "Obamacare" is a really big deal right now. Apparently, a lot of anesthesiologists are really upset by this bill. They're already getting screwed over by Medicare, but with this new bill, they're just plain screwed. All I have to say is that when anesthesiologists start complaining you know we're in trouble!

the title says it all. i can't write. at all. it sucks.

Let's see... I haven't written a single thing since my cousins came to visit during the week of July 4th. Crap, that's nearly a month! I have all these projects that I want to do, but I'm determined to finish all billion that I'm in the middle of writing before starting something else. Right now I'm working on Will Call, Act of Discretion, Erised (new fan fic), Parallel, and a couple other things that I'm not too serious about. I don't know why, but I am just burned out. I made a playlist for Will Call in the hopes that it sparks something. Maybe I'll try to write something tonight and tomorrow, but knowing me I'll probably just end up making a another movie poster, lol. I make too many of those damn things. All of them can be viewed on my Website. yay for advertising! lmao

see, I can't even write about my writer's block. that's how bad it is.

Anywho, I started my new job at Parker School Uniforms last week. It's not so bad. There are some cool people there, but I want to strangle most of the customers for making my job more difficult. Seriously, people should take inventory of what's in their closet and come in prepared so they can spare every party involved from the tedious work of finding the perfect fit uniform for some 4th grade kid. Selling uniforms to little kids is no more fun than trying on a billion uniforms. Oh God, and shoes are the bane of my existence. You try selling those saddle oxfords and not want to rant about it! But since I'm new and haven't officially gone through shoe orientation, I can pass off shoe duty when it isn't too busy. At least we can get a good laugh at those parents who have absolutely no idea what's going on.

The Monday before I started work I had jury duty, which was boring. I got out of it, thankfully. The real surprise came the next day when I received ANOTHER jury summons in the mail. Great. At least it will be a criminal case this time. That could be interesting.

Btw, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince was awesome! see icon above.

I SPOCK BROWED CATHERINE HARDWICKE!!!

In my last post I talked about all the cool stuff I got to do when my cousins came to visit from Southern Louisiana. They're from around the Lafayette area, and let me tell you, they have a serious cajun accent. The Louisiana accents completely fascinate me. There is that classic New Orleans accent, which is similar to the New York accent. It always really pisses me off in movies that take place in New Orleans (i.e. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button) when the characters speak in a Southern accent instead of a New Orleans accent. There is a HUGE difference. Then there is an even bigger difference when you go into the bayou and hear that cajun accent. My cousins are major coonasses (cajuns). They were telling us all these alligator and snake horror stories from when they are out in the swamps. We were cracking up laughing, and their heavy (and I mean HEAVY) cajun accents only made the stories more hilarious. It's times like that when I wish I wasn't a city girl.

This past Monday I had all my wisdom teeth yanked out. It wasn't so bad. The worst part was having to wear this big ugly ice pack wrap around my face, but that actually got comfortable after awhile. In fact I was making excuses to wear it today while I was watching movies on the couch. Call me crazy! I think I'm one of those weird people who loves getting sick so I have an excuse to just plop my ass on the couch and watch movies for days. I can do it too. I know some people get restless just sitting there, but I LOVE movies. So I decided to do a short movie review list of some of the movies I've seen recently.

After I got back from surgery, I got this sudden urge to watch Titanic. I don't think that one really needs a review - the billion Oscar wins speaks for itself. But get this, after I watched that, I watched The Godfather. Who goes from Titanic to The Godfather? I think my drugs were at play. Anyway, I've only seen The Godfather once before, and I didn't like it at all then. The second time around, I really liked it. Not to mention, Marlon Brando is without a doubt my favorite actor. I think the first time I saw it I was just getting confused about what was happening to who because, frankly, they all look alike and their names are so similar (damn Italians. not really because I'm italian). This time, I understood what the hell was happening and could appreciate all those fantastic one-liners so much more. "Leave the gun, take the cannolis." Now I really want a cannoli. It's probably my favorite desert after cheesecake. I found this great bakery that sells cannolis in New Orleans (not that it's that hard to find, but these cannolis were especially good), but the place closed down after Katrina.

Moving on.

I was skeptical about watching Gran Torino when my dad rented it, but that movie is amazing! Watch it. The barber shop scenes are my favorite. Very well written, and very well acted. It is all about no bullshit, which is such a breath of fresh air, ironically. 

Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen was, as expected, spectacular. I liked it more than the first one. Although, what was up with his roommate? I didn't see the point for that character at all except minor comic relief (extremely minor).

I finally got around to seeing Fast & Furious. I love Paul Walker. Honestly, I think he is the second hottest man on this planet, so I fully support this movie. That aside, it was still good. It's a shame that it's hoochieness tends to overshadow the quality of the story, but then again that's the scene and it wouldn't be as authentic without it I guess.

Year One was awful. I was expecting way more from the Jack Black/Michael Cera combo. Frankly, it was just insulting without any comedy to really make up for it. Yes, I am religious, but keep in mind that Monty Python's Life of Brian is one of my favorite movies, and I don't find that movie insulting at all even though it does use the Bible for comedy purposes. But Year One was just distasteful.

Oh! Something monumental happened today. I finally watched The Bourne Identity series. We own all three movies, but I have never watched a single second of them until today, and I really liked them. Identity was a little confusing, but by the end of Supremacy, everything made sense. But I really liked Marie :( 

In writing news, I haven't been doing any since my cousins came because first they were here, and then there was my surgery... but I think I'm going to start writing again tomorrow. I decided that if I want to start participating in SKOW then I'm going to have to finish these stories. Will Call is top priority; then I'm going to finish Parallel because that story has been in my mind the longest and it's time for that to have at least a first draft to its name; and I also have to finish Act of Discretion because I promised my reviewers. THEN I can move on to new stuff, and trust me I have a lot of new stuff in the plannng stages that I am sooooo excited about writing. Nothing will be ready in time for SKOW round 8 (skow.byethost18.com/index.php), but hopefully I'll be ready for round 9 when it comes time to start nominating again *crosses fingers*

It's official. Gone are the days that I write political notes on facebook only to be yelled at by the close-minded opposition. I wipe my hands of that madness. Why? Because I have come up with a new story idea that will accomplish everything that I could ever wish to say.

( Synopsis )

I hope to write it after Will Call, but I have so many other things to write after Will Call, AND I still have to finish Act of Discretion even though I hate it already, but I promised myself that I would finish it. Oh shit, I'm never gonna finish any of these!!!

Lately I've taken up situation in my kitchen instead of my room. My betta fish, named Barty Crouch Jr (said the same way Karkaroff says it in the 4th movie), is in the middle of the kitchen table, so I get the pleasure of watching him all day. I've discovered that my fish really likes blowing bubbles so that he can make a fortress and hide under it. I've been watching him all day stick his mouth out of water, go back under and blow a bubble, only to come up for another breath immediately after. It's really cute!

Can you tell that I'm bored?

I am eating Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream and drinking Orange Gatorade for the first time in SIX months. That is enough reason to be super duper happy! But it's not the only reason. I went to the hospital today to ask about potential job options, and they have positions in the cafeteria that may be open. This may sound like a really crappy job to some, but to me it's the best thing that could possibly happen because even if I don't get this job, I at the very least tried to get it, which means my parents may just open up their pocket books and help me pay for a trip to see Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince in Chicago with some of my best friends, who I've never physically met!! That was the best run on sentence in the world! That is the main reason I am super duper happy (the friends, not the run on sentence).

Also, I'm making relatively good headway in my story Will Call which is amazing since I haven't been able to write anything since I finished Ink Flow in May. Unfortunately, I made the decision to take down Ink Flow from FP because a) even though I'm not that popular, plagiarism scares me shitless when it comes to that particular story, and b) I would have to take it down anyway when it's picked up by a production company, which will hopefully be SOON! Currently, I'm trying to find a way to post my stuff online and get real, thought out feedback (aka not "omg this is the bet thing ive ever read. update now!"), as well as help other aspiring authors by giving my real, thought out feedback in an honest environment where everyone knows we're only trying to help each other be the best we can be. Hopefully that plan goes through.

On a completely different topic, I was talking to my friend about character appearance interpretation. I think it's interesting how different people see characters in different ways. For instance, my character Jesse Dickinson from Ink Flow has always and will always be Rob Pattinson, but everyone I've talked to about that is shocked when I say that. I can undestand why they're shocked because honestly I don't even picture Rob while I'm writing him. It's weird though because I purposefully didn't give a detailed description; I said he was tall, handsome, with light brown hair and grey blue eyes. That's it. And even though I force myself to envision Rob in the role because I refuse to have it produced if he's not Jesse, I still see someone else's image. I think the character, no matter how much description we give to his or her physique, always seems to develope his or her own appearance. I find that incredibly fascinating. There was this one story I read in FP where the MC had long blonde hair, but the entire time I was reading I was picturing her with brunette hair. I think to some extent, we put our own physical characteristics on characters we identify with, and I definitely identified with that character. As for Jesse, the unconscious image I have of him is very slim, with a thin face with features that are defined yet soft (sometimes he even has glasses. actually he kinda looks like my first semester government teacher at UT who happened to have the surname Jessee), and a smirk that can be taken as both arrogant and compassionate. He doesn't dwarf Evy though, which is probably one of the greatest difference between him and Rob. I mean, my God, that man is huge! I saw him at the Austin Film Festival and let me tell you, he dwarfed Oliver when they were walking to the stage, and Oliver is bigger than me (but that isn't hard to do). I've never stood next to Rob, but I'm pretty sure I would look like an ant next to him. My jaw dropped when I saw him, not because of his hottness but because of his size. Okay, rant over. Anyway, Rob has a very angular face that I don't see when I'm writing Jesse. I find it interesting that I see all these things even though I never actually wrote them or planned them, and I've found that other people see the same. Does that happen to anyone else?

I can't decide which version of "Careless Whisper" I like more, the original by George Michael or the cover by Seether. They're so different and so amazing!

www.petitiononline.com/stopfp/petition.html

Sign this petition to help fictionpress become a safe and secure environment. Due to it's lack of protection, the fictionpress community has lost some extremely talented authors, which is a real shame not only to the authors but also to the readers who were impacted by their work.

Excuse the coming rant.

As a writer, I don't write for myself, and I think that goes for just about every writer out there. If we wrote for ourselves, we wouldn't bother sharing what is in our imagination with others. Me, I write for the sole purpose of getting people to feel. Whether I accomplish that or not is a different story - I hope i do. Other authors have different motives and objectives. But it really doesn't matter because at the end of the day, we still write for our readers. So I say the readers need to be protected just as much as the author. The author shouldn't be given a reason not to write or to take their work away from those who care about it. Plagiarism definitely gives writers a reason to do that.

So, for any person who happens to come across this, please sign.

Today is a piece of crap.

I'm running on no sleep, a glass of water, and midol.

If anyone else is having the most blah day in the world, then I have a couple of suggestions.

These two songs never cease to put a smile on my face: "Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes" by Edison Lighthouse and "September" by Earth, Wind & Fire.

Both are on youtube, but i'm too lazy to post a link :)

I live a relatively boring life, according to an outsiders perspective. A normal day for me is wake up, load computer, check email, Twilight Lexicon, deviantArt, then facebook. Hopefully, I get held up on one of them, like I discover in my new emails that a new chapter in a fictionpress story has been posted, or a new interview with Rob Pattinson has been posted, or someone has commented on one of my photo manips, or someone has responded to a post on facebook. Then I sit at my desk hoping that inspiration to write strikes me. Usually it doesn't and I have to find a way to inspire myself/pass the time before inspiration hits. I day dream a lot throughout this entire process, as well as make frequent visits to the kitchen. I ponder the possibility of getting a job, something that I desperately need, but I justify my lack of job by saying that writing is my job, which it truly is, but that doesn't make up for my lack of money in the bank account.

Yep, I admit that my existence right now is boring, but I'm biding my time, waiting for the right moment to present itself. It's an enormous leap of faith, and quite dangerous, but my love for God keeps me strong from day to day. In fact, just a couple of weeks ago I sent my script, my baby Ink Flow, to 2 screenplay competitions, including the Austin Film Festival, and I pray that something comes out of that. I also sent a very important letter at the end of April that I hope is the catalyst for the change in my life.

Today held something different, and surprisingly stressful.

I started writing yet another Cedric Diggory fanfiction, and I discovered that some of my favorite stories on fictionpress have been deleted because of plagiarism. I'm not gonna lie, I freaked because I depend on some of those stories to get me through the day, to inspire me with their honesty and well developed, interesting characters and storylines. I sent an email that I am not proud of to the author of one them, asking for a copy of the story. I felt like a complete douchebag doing it, but I'm not one to give up when there are options available.

The entire plagiarism issue made me realize how many desperate idiots there are out there. Seriously, the entire point of posting your stories on the internet is to get feedback to make the story better, as well as (hopefully) get support from readers that really boosts confidence and inspires one to write more. If you simply repost someone elses work, what gratification can you get from that? The only thing that could ever come out of it is posting it on some website that allows people to buy the work, getting monetary gain from it, which really makes that person a first class fucktard. 

Honestly, I'm not too afraid of being plagiarzed when I post on FP because the stuff I post really isn't anything spectacular when it comes to literary merit. I am first and foremost a screenwriter, which makes my stories pretty short because of the time constraints that movies present. Also, I don't write cliche pieces, which seem to be the most popular on FP, so I don't get a whole bunch of attention (unfortunately). Even so, I take every precaution that I can because my writing is my life.

For every writer out there, I strongly urge you to have your work copyrighed. If you can't do that officially, like myself, because it is too expensive, do the poor boys method. Mail a copy of your work to yourself through Registered or Certified Mail, so that you have a date and your signature registered with the Post Office, aka an agency recognized by the government. Most importantly, do NOT open the package when you get it. Put it in a safe place, and if you ever find that someone plagiarisized you, you can sue their ass into the ground.

Okay, that completes my rant about plagiarism.

Onto my new Cedric Diggory fan fiction. It's really quite sad. I can't seem to write a fan fiction story for anyother character. Already I have a series posted on ff.net, and I have about six others that constitute a different series. I also can't help but use my name as the mary-sue character. My excuse: I don't particularly enjoy reading (or writing) any other name joined to his. My love affair with Cedric Diggory is quite sadly intense. Now I started a new one that I will probably post on quizilla or something. My hope is that I can get a good, legitimate story from it. After all, the first Cedric fan fic I wrote resulted in the inspiration for Ink Flow, which is my pride and joy.

I'm too tired to think of anything else to say, so here ends my first journal entry on LJ.