What was the most recent movie that made you cry?
Well, the first time I saw Zombieland (I saw it twice) I almost cried at one point. Before that, I can’t remember. I am sensitive and cry a lot, but I don’t remember which movies since I watch a bunch.

Would you rather be stranded on an island alone or with someone you hate?
I don’t particularly hate anyone. I’d probably rather be alone, though. I’m a loner by nature.

What is the one thing you miss the most about summer when it is over?
I don’t particularly miss summer when it is gone; although, it can be nice, Autumn, Winter, and Spring trump it.

If you could eliminate one source of anger in your life right now, what would it be?
Joblessness.

Name three exotic countries you would like to visit:
Sealand (is that considered one?), Saudi Arabia, and 7-11.

What do you think the secret to life is?
Not dying? In all seriousness, finding what you love and giving it your all.

I generally avoid advertisements, since I don’t watch television nor have ads enabled on my web browser. The few I see are when I go to Stardust which are a few for a couple of hours. Generally, these are put to go to random concerts. I also don’t talk to many people; when I do, the conversation isn’t usually about movies. That being said, I decided I might as well write a little about what I thought of the movies I see. This is just an excuse to write a little more.

Tonight, I saw Land of the Lost and The Soloist.

Land of the Lost
I didn’t know what to think before seeing this movie. On one hand, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Will Ferrel movie I didn’t find hilarious. But, I also didn’t know what to think about a crossover from a show I never watched. Regardless, that didn’t matter much in the long run. If it wasn’t close to the source material, I would never know. Nor, do I really care. Sort of like Harry Potter, I take the movies how they are and disregard whatever has been in place.

Did I enjoy the movie? Very much so. It might not have been a masterpiece; not that I really care. I’m not trained in the art of critique. Sure, I have an opinion, but I have no idea what makes a movie or anything else ‘perfect.’ It had a B-movie feel to it, so it felt right at home. So, I saw the spoilers come before they happened. That’s like saying you didn’t think Harry Potter would defeat Voldemort in the end. Well, perhaps, he might not have. But, someone would have. And, that’s all that matters.

One scene in particular got me going; I have some weird respect for T-pain and Cher. Those two combined would make one hell of an artist.

The Soloist
This movie caught my heartstrings. No, I didn’t cry. Though, I’m not sure why I didn’t. It was very cry-worthy. My cousin cried at multiple points during it. Regardless, it had me interested through the whole movie which could or could not be a hard thing to do. My attention span is nil. If you like music, and you like sad movies intertwined with a bit of laughter, you’ll probably like this.

How did they fare?
Both were totally worth the dollar it cost to see them.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?
No, but I believe that bad and good happen to everyone regardless of karma. I also believe that just because one is happy doesn’t mean they’re doing the right thing. Or just, because one is unhappy doesn’t mean they’re doing the wrong thing nor is someone else interfering.

What would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
I do not believe in god, but I don’t say he can’t exist. As if our minds could comprehend truth in the first place. I want him to sing the Price is Right failure sound.

Name two things at which you consider yourself to be bad:
Life, Love. (As if they’re two different things.)

Name one thing not many people know about you:
When you ask how I am, I lie.

To be honest, I’ve never had one; just a lot of crushes. I can’t say none of those have been mutual, but I’ve never had a proper relationship.

What is on your bedside table?

That depends on your definition; for one, I don’t have a room. I sleep on a futon in the living room. There are three tables adjacent to me. On the one to the left of the futon, I have my iMac and my second monitor. To the side right side of those, I have a CRT with a Gamecube and a Ps2.
In front of it are two guitar cases, my 12″ PowerBook G4, a speaker for my surround sound, my Bamboo Fun tablet, and my external backup drive.

In front of the futon is a coffee table, and that is piled with junk my cousin and I are working on.

To the right of the futon is another comptuer.

How many pillows do you have on your bed? Do you make your bed every day?
There are three pillows on my bed: two from the futon itself and a proper pillow.

It’s safe to say that I have never really made my bed.

I actually was going to give them the money. Money means nothing to me. Material items used to until I got a job. All that matters to me is my writing. That being said, I do actually need the money, since I have no job. I’m looking, but I hear the economy sucks or something. I still probably will give them the money, if only to spite them, but not until after I have a job.

In other news, I played guitar at Stardust today. I have a crush on one of the girls that works there, though she wasn’t there today. She probably has a boyfriend, and I don’t really want a relationship, but it’s something to get me to go out and write slash partially be social.

Tomorrow marks the start of NANOEDMO. I’m going to edit my second novel. It will probably suck. I hope it doesn’t. My first one really sucks. I don’t know, if I’ll ever get around to rewriting it. I really love the concept, but I’ve been writing a lot of plays and 58 word stories and actually writing poetry I find to be not so bad. I need to type it up, so I’ll be doing this on the computer. I still plan on writing new stuff, though. So, I don’t know how it will pan out. I’m hoping I edit it as I type it up, instead of doing it afterward. I suppose I’ll see. It probably sucks really really bad. I know it does.

That being said, I do like writing fiction as well. The plus in fiction is that it sells. If poetry could sell, I would do nothing except write. I’m actually doing just that right now, since I am also looking for a job. This is exactly what I want to do with the rest of my life. Sure, I’m a college drop out, but at least I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.

I don’t plan on going back. My sister says that I should to get contacts, so I can find somewhere to publish my work. My problem isn’t the countless rejections I’d receive, it’s in the fact that I am far too lazy to send anything out. I refuse completely, if they don’t accept electronic submissions. To be honest, I’m lazy and scared of rejection, but I also don’t really care for publishing my poetry, as there is no money to be made. Fame has nothing for me– I prefer my lonely, antisocial tendencies.

I am halfway done with my second novel. I also plan on editing the first one as soon as I can print it out. I’d prefer to edit it on paper, so I can see my edits and decide whether or not I want to actually do them when I fix it on the computer. I’ve barely worked on my bathroom rock opera. It’s going, but ever so slowly. I pick it up and write a few lines here and there, but that’s all.

I’m also working on some other projects, such as starting to write on this blog more often, since I only seem to do it when something happens. The more projects I jumble, the easier it is to move my mind from one to another. I have more ideas for new novels after my first two. None of them will probably get anywhere; I don’t edit much, my craft isn’t that wonderful, especially for fiction.

Besides that, nothing much. The words are my love.

Besides that, I played some Tales of Vesperia and hung out with my sister.