Indie Movies

I hate doing this, I really do. I hate being that person to type in "best indie movies" or "best movies Sundance 2013" into google. But I am that person. Or I have become that person.
It's not because I'm being pretentious and I think the only good movies are the ones with low budgets, maybe because that makes them more pure and unaffected by other goals, such as, earning money. I feel like people hate stuff that earns money, or that has the specific goal of money making in mind. I have nothing against hollywood movies or whatever, but in general I'm not a movie person. I'm more of a TV person, cuz TV goes on forever, for 8 seasons sometimes, and it never ends so you always have something to distract yourself with. It's great.
Movies aren't gratifying in the same way as TV is. Sometimes you watch TV just to waste time, and it doesn't matter exactly what you're watching because it's kind of entertaining and whatever. No, for movies you can't just want random ones and hope for the best. Because movies can be incredibly boring. Like super super boring, so you have to pick the right ones to watch. And maybe it's because I'm trying filter out a thing I have with quirky characters and douchy pretentiousness, I have to watch Indie movies. I HAVE TO. I just feel like they have so much more soul and character than some of the other movies out there, and maybe more of a personal feeling. I guess I feel connected to these movies (seriously not in an obnoxious way), but maybe it's because I haven't watched enough movies to compare it to anything.
So yes, I might create a movie list in the near future, because everyone wants my suggestions... am I right guys?

K-pop lyrics needs makeover

I dabble a bit in k-pop in my free time (all my free time), and there's been one thing that's really been bothering me in the k-pop world. This song, and these awful lyrics posted below. One major rule of k-pop is to never NEVER look up the lyrics because you'll hate yourself and your music taste and music in general once you understand the content of what you've been listening to. When I listen to music in english (which by the way I am a native speaker of, incase you couldn't tell because of my lacking grammar and stuff) the lyrics affect how I evaluate a song, but lyrics in korean don't really matter to me. 

So the song posted below is by a relatively new k-pop band that debuted a year ago, named EXO. EXO Planet is where the twelve members of the group came from, because their whole concept is that they're aliens, and they have supernatural powers.....and yeah. Good stuff. Anyway, the company they're from isn't known for necessarily having good music, and the singers themselves rarely contribute anything to the music (not that I care), so I guess these lyrics are not the singers fault. I'll blame the company. Anyway....This song is called Wolf, and the whole point is that the members of the group are wolves.... (yes yes it does sound really dumb, and it is, but you can't say anything about it cuz....don't judge). 

Just read the lyrics. READ THEM. Maybe look the song up on youtube. Then show it to all your friends with the english subtitles and be happy that you have never sung along to a song where the lyrics talk about eating someone like cheese.....yes. 

EXO - WOLF

I feel the sensation; I feel it at once.
I’ll take you in one mouthful like cheese.
I take in [your] scent, scrutinize [your] color
I’ll eat you up with more refine than [drinking] wine.
Ah, but the strength in my toenail weakens, so my appetite yeah is gone.

Maybe I’m sick. Have I fallen ill?
Yeah I’m in trouble.
Get a grip. How’d you get your heart stolen by a human?
It’s [the human] only a one-bite meal.

Hey bite tight and then shake, shake ‘til you lose your mind.
Hey do it in a style you’ve never tried.
Before the big full moon comes out, do away with it.

That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~
Ah I love you~
I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.
That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~
Ah I love you~
I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.

I’ve fallen for this irresistible, powerful feeling and I’ve let go [of myself].
I like simplicity
The hidden thing within me has opened its eyes now.

Eeyahh~ Look at that girl fall into terror
Can’t, can’t understand the situation before her eyes.
‘That dirty wolf guy will end up eating me.’
But that’s not it. I’ve fallen in love [with you].
I’m already a pro. A goddess like you.
The one who’s stolen my entire heart
I am only a healthy offering/sacrifice.
I’m already a fool. A goddess like you.
The owner who’s to pull out all of my teeth
I am only a faithful slave.

Hey bite tight and then shake shake ‘til you lose your mind.
Hey do it in a style you’ve never tried.
Before the big full moon comes out, do away with it.

That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~
Ah I love you~
I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.
That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~
Ah I love you~
I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.

I can’t get enough of you. I’m in trouble.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I can’t get enough of you. I’m in trouble.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

That yellow moon teases me, that I can’t have you.
‘But you’re only a rough beast.’
If you’re going to say that kind of thing, get lost. If you need [me], change me.
I can never let her go.

I’ve fallen for this irresistible, powerful feeling and I’ve let go [of myself].
I like simplicity
The hidden thing within me has opened its eyes now.

I’ve fallen for this irresistible, powerful feeling and I’ve let go [of myself].
I like simplicity
The hidden thing within me has opened its eyes now.

That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~
Ah I love you~
I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.
That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~
Ah I love you~
I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.

Sports

Well this is my 50th blog post!
woo!
In this very special post I'd like to revisit my favorite subject to discuss: gym, and sports.
This year shows no change in my skills because gym is STILL my worst class (after math and chemistry and some others). I don't know what's going on. Maybe it's because I don't try hard enough or because I just really can't get into a sport. I swear I've had fun playing a sport before, like I definitely have. I have vague memories of playing touch football in 4th grade, but I'm pretty sure that I was perpetually confused and just ran when they told me to. I also remember liking kickball, but then in 8th grade I missed the ball with my foot and I was done for. Maybe that was the moment that sports ended for me.
Sometimes I wonder why people watch sports. Why are they so entertaining? Because I definitely don't agree with almost all of America that watching sports is enjoyable. How are watching little guys running around on a screen interesting? Especially soccer where guys are literally just running, with a plan of course, but looks pretty random. Once every half hour the ball is kicked into the net, and everyone yells GOAL, and that's my favorite part.
I kind of understand basketball, because there is less running and more action, and it's kind of fun. And the games are awesome and super exciting. So in my rant against sports I will exclude basketball (which I used to play in 7th and 8th grade and I was super bad).
Now I will enter the realm of something I most 100% do not understand. JERSEYS. Why is it necessary to wear a persons jersey to lets say, a Bears game, is it for the image? Do you look more like a fan, or do you feel more like a football player? I don't even know. Maybe it's a creepy worship of the player, where the fan wants to be exactly like him.
I don't know.
I don't care (but I do care, I just don't want to talk about it anymore).
So yep.
I don't know if you could tell yet, I have a B+ in gym mentality.

What Etsy has done to me

I've realized that I have become the lamest person ever.
Maybe it's just because I went to way too much camp this summer, I've been changed forever.
But I can't stop thinking about crafts, like arts and crafts. Like camp stuff.
It's not even like I did arts and crafts at camp, I mean I did make friendship bracelets for a profit, but come on, I shouldn't still be thinking about that. I've realized there is so many ways to make money off of doing random stuff that whenever I see anything, like a bracelet in a store or something, I just think that I could have done that, and I could have been raking in that cash years ago.
Last year I discovered Etsy, and if you don't know what that is, just don't read this, or go look Etsy up or something. Well, it's a website, where people can sell the stuff they find or make online. I've seen stuff of the website that is super cool, silk screened t-shirts and handmade dresses and stuff like that. But then there are also things like handmade books and boxes and bracelets that are hilarious because they are selling them for one dollar and the shipping costs more than that.
But whatever floats your boat I guess.
So I started making friendship bracelets when I got home from camp, and made a couple cool ones in the attempt to sell them on Etsy. So I guess my weird handmade craft obsession (I wouldn't really call it an obsession because I don't actually try to make the crafts and because I don't spend hours looking at it online, but there's no other word for it) came from Etsy. Thanks Etsy.
I would still be making bracelets to sell,
but I'm not,
so.........
I'm out.

Bringing in the new year with the bus

So I think I talked about this subject during the infancy of this blog (yes, I'm preparing for parenthood with this thing). But I will revisit the topic of the north side bus.
It was the first day of school today, and I know nobody really wants to hear about that, because, who cares? Anyway, it had to be around 3000 degrees outside and when I stepped outside to take the bus I literally wilted.
When the bus pulled up to the curb we saw four kind of scary faces staring out of the tall windows. They were the little kids who had been picked up at the new preschool that was just completed this year. They couldn't be more than four to five years old, and they were staring at us like the minute we walked on the bus they would go to hell.
Before we got on the bus we had to have a stern talking to about profanity and such because the little kids might be disturbed. My question was why the school had to shove kids from the age of 4 to the age of 18 together on one bus. Buy another bus or something! Geez guys.
On entering the bus it was actually hotter than outside, and now I understand what a poor lobster feels like when it's being boiled alive (which is how you cook lobsters by the way). The flow of kids onto the bus didn't stop either, they just kept coming, it was like a horrible nightmare, where I almost thought I'd have to double up with someone for my seat.... but don't worry. I would never. I deserve my space.
The man who is supposed to control the rowdiness and stuff of the bus was sweating buckets, he had a button down shirt on and it was dripping. When he leaned over to check the sign up sheet sweat dripped down from his nose and forehead onto the sheet, it was a little gross (actually a lot).
I'm just waiting until I get my license and can drive myself....well I'm not really sure how that's going to go either.

What I did this summer

So I don't remember if I mentioned this or not, but I went to Interlochen Arts Camp this summer as an advanced drawing major (lol it makes it sound all fancy). So we all had to research a modern artist, do a quick presentation and make art in the same style or inspired by the artist we chose.
I chose an art collective called Barnstormers!. Basically they started off by graffitting barns in I think.... Georgia. Not sure. Then they moved onto other things and started showing in galleries, and what they also did were these long time lapses where basically one person painted a mural and then someone would paint right on top of it, either adding to it or completely destroying it.
So yup.
For my final project I made a time lapse using my iphone of different kids in my class drawing in charcoal.
Yay!

Rosh Hashahah

So today is Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year. So guess where I was all morning?
At synagogue.
Which isn't a bad thing, but it does bring up some interesting issues to take into consideration.
Some of the members of my synagogue are quite religious and they know all the prayers and can understand them and might even be able to read hebrew. They really take services seriously. And then there is pretty much everyone else. Some of these people can be put in the category of the 'twice a year jew', which means that they only go to temple on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, which are the two major Jewish holidays. This group includes but is not limited to a lot of the kids who graduated from hebrew school with me and their parents who might have only gone to synagogue more before when their kids were getting bar mitzvahed.
So you have to wonder, what are all these people doing in synagogue for 2 to 4 hours?
What compels them every year to listen to songs and prayers in hebrew which they can't even understand. I guess it's the tradition, and also because it's the one time of the year where they can feel spiritual or religious.
Oh, and don't forget the socialization. Services always start late because everyone is catching up with their friends and relatives and people they think are their friends. Also if you didn't show up to these services then someone might realize.........
"Oh, that Judy, what a bad jew, she never goes to services," something kinda along those lines.
So yup.
Those are my thoughts on Rosh Hashanah. Well not all my thoughts, but some of the more critical ones. Of course I like the holiday, and I wish I was a better jew and such.
So yeah.