Almost at this exact time, fifty-five years ago today, James Dean died. He was only 24 years old and was just getting his career started. If he hadn't been driving on that street in that car on that day then he would have gone on to be even more amazing than he already was.

It's seriously crazy. He was basically famous for less than a year before his death, and that was just from one film. His last two films got him two posthumous Oscar nominations.

Maybe it was the era he came from, maybe it's because culture was so different then, or maybe his fame was a result of his death and his symbolism of youth and living fast and dying young etc, etc, but it amazes me that he could have gotten that big for what seems like so little and still be remembered today.

It's really why I love movies so much. He died so young but he is still alive, y'know? It's hard for me to imagine that he's actually not on the planet. Probably because I never actually knew him.

Anyway, I felt like he deserved a blog post because I love him and he was an amazing actor. It really is too bad that we'll never know what he would have done with the rest of his life. It would have been incredible.

Goodnight, sweet prince.

Langley City Centre busport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.

honestly though, that place is so disgusting. I don't know if there is one person who hangs around there that is not on meth. the buses are even worse. they have a combined stench of dirty hair, cigarettes, and the breath of the drunk guy who tried to spoon me in my sleep at band camp. it's gross, but it means that I am not at school, and that's what makes Tuesdays and Thursdays so awesome. I have FUNDAMENTALS OF MUSIC in the morning then nothing the rest of the day. I clap in class, then I'm allowed to go home and play Smash Bros. awesome.

today, during music class, I thought up the perfect name for my first born child. not that I will ever have a child, because I have this whole thing about how wrong it is that there can be a human curled up inside my insides, but this name is too good. okay:

Lando Sforzando Marlon Brando.

it's perfect, right? you got Lando, who is the second coolest person in the Star Wars universe, and you have Sforzando which has something to do with playing a note with influence, and you have Marlon Brando. win win win.

you're welcome future child.

I'm so confused.

Where do Britons come from? Britain, right? okay, so what is Britain? England you say? But wait, Britons should count those who come from the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, so does that mean the Welsh are also Britons? Apparently even people from British territories in the middle of the Caribbean are also British. What???

These are the facts that I have gathered from Wikipedia from a reliable source:

The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland= England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland

Great Britain= the island that they all rest upon (not including all of the island that Ireland is on)

The Republic of Ireland aka Éire= the part of the island where the Ireland that doesn't associate with Britons is

England/ Scotland/ Wales/ Northern Ireland= four different countries, but together unite to create the UK, which is one big-a country

British People= citizens of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Britons= British People

Ergo, to call Ewan McGregor a Briton would be the correct utilization of the word.



I'm glad, I like saying Briton, and now I can make a list of my favourite Britons and have the Scots join the English.


Also, none of this matters. Why am I awake.

I honestly just need to hire some gigantic nerd to listen to me. People don't want to hear my problems, that is perfectly fine, but will someone please just listen to my stupid opinions and theories.

Why does no one on this planet care about Lost, or time travel, or want to listen to the theremin with me, or discuss dystopian futures, or talk about the art and themes in graphic novels???

One of the reasons I can't speak in front of a group of people anymore without violently shaking and having a panic attack is because of my family. Over the summer they were pretty much the only people I talked to, and every time I brought up something that I thought they might be interested in- because I come from a family of nerds- they just ignored me or start talking over me and I just kind of fizzled out and feel like a giant idiot. Now I never want to to talk because of the shame.

My point is this: for many years I have mocked and "cool story bro"'d people who tell awful tales and give me pointless facts. I now realize that every time I talk and no one listens, it's because I am the "cool story bro" lady.

What has become of me.

I need help.

positivity positivity positivity

I'm getting a smidgen bit excited for school. I'm definitely not looking forward to trying to read French literature, and even more definitely not looking forward to spending $300+ that I don't have on books, but I'm trying to be positive here!

I am excited because I am taking a digital film making course, and I would love to digital film make. It is my future, actually.

Finally something that I want to learn about.

/positivity positivity positivity

So I'm probably the most boring person on the face of the planet, but I'll still keep a blog, at least until I stop caring again. What do people even talk about on these things? How do I even talk? I haven't been in school for four months and I've hardly spoken to any human beings other than my parents and my brother for probably longer than that. Whatever, I'll give 'er a go.

I should start by letting the world know how much I dislike school, and how selfish that makes me. I know that I'm fortunate and lucky and blessed etc, etc, but is money in the form of tuition really > than happiness? I just can't help but wonder whether or not things would be better if I was just working somewhere GREAT and watching Lost all day. But then I know that if I want to be happy for the nine years of my life that I will have left after I graduate, then I gotta graduate! Yeah, I'm not living past 30. Or if I am then I'll just get married when I'm 29 and then be done with life. Maybe get a dog.

Also on the agenda, I'm totally going to screw this school year up the wazoo. It will not know what hit it. I'm going to get a job and take awesome classes and shoot some guys and watch some tv. If I make friends, cool. If not, then everyone can suck it.

My only problem is balancing everything. Like being all professional at school and then crying at home for hours. I need to not do that. And now I need to literally balance work and school, but I think I can do it. I'm also believing in myself this time around, so we'll see how that goes.