And The Oscar Goes To...

So I watched the Oscars, and I was pleasantly surprised.

Here's the summary of my experience watching the 81st Annual Academy Awards:

- Loved Hugh Jackman and his awesomely awesome musical numbers. Divine.
- Loved Anne Hathaway when she joined him. I knew she could sing. Why was everyone so surprised?
- Loved Ben Stiller's perfectly scrumptious impersonation of Joaquin Phoenix. I mean, the gum? Come on, that's priceless!
- Loved the stage. Hats off to the art director!
- Loved the presentation of each award in a setting that represents the award.
- Loved Kate Winslet. The fact that she finally won. Her dad. Everything.
- Loved Janusz Kaminski. No words.
- Loved Heath's family's acceptance of his award and the fact that he won.
- Loved Alan Arkin calling Philip Seymour Hoffman: Seymour Philip Hoffman. Lovely.
- Loved Dustin Lance Black's acceptance speech.
- Loved the acting awards being presented by five past winners. Very classy and I loved seeing talented faces we haven't seen in a while.
- Loved the little previews of up-coming movies during the credits. All my boys were up there: Public Enemies, Sherlock Holmes, The Soloist.
- Loved Jerry Lewis and his success in remaining coherent and giving a generally decent speech.
- Somewhat liked Tina Fey and Steve Martin. They were strangely amusing.
- Somewhat liked Jennifer Aniston and Jack Black. Why haven't they done a movie together?
- Somewhat liked Sean Penn's acceptance speech. I still hate him, but his speech actually meant something (even though he called the Academy "commie-homo-loving-sons-o'-guns" and forgot to thank his wife even though she was obviously waiting for him to mention her name).
- Somewhat liked the weird "Man On Wire" lets-balance-this-Oscar-on-my-chin-and-do-a-cheesy-card-trick guy...
- Somewhat disliked the fact that they didn't show a clip of each of the acting nominees in their relative nominated performances.
- Somewhat disliked the random genre montages of the movies of 2008. Wasted time.
- Hated Angelina Jolie. That feeling will never change.
- Disappointed that Peter Gabriel didn't win for his song "Down To Earth" from WALL-E.
- Disappointed that Daniel Day-Lewis didn't come back to present this year after winning Best Actor last year. Well, Javier Bardem didn't either, but I don't care about him.
- Noticed just how creepy Danny Boyle is. He was in every other shot, too. I think he's had his teeth filed into points like the lizard man.
- Noticed that Sophia Loren looks like the mummified version of herself.

There's probably more that I can't remember at the moment.

However, tonight I saw Slumdog Millionaire in theatres and it blew my mind. Absolutely incredible. The style and technique alone, imployed by Mr. Danny "The-New-Lizard-Man" Boyle, were extremely impressive. This is a work of extraordinary talent from many levels of the production and an unbelievably well-crafted piece of cinematic art. Completely deserving of the many Oscars that it won (except maybe the music ones, but I won't go into that). I give it 4.99 stars.

Well, I'm done. My last word is: go see Slumdog Millionaire and help them make as much money as they can because they deserve it.

Over and out.

Keeping Myself Busy With Daniel Day-Lewis

So it's reading week.

And I'm doing nothing.

Well, not nothing. Let's see...

- I have been writing short stories! I wrote about 9 of them quite a while ago, and I wrote one yesterday. They aren't bad, just an outlet for ideas mostly.

- I have been doing some constructive internet searches. Mostly YouTube and imdb.com. OK, so not as productive as I thought, but effectively time-consuming.

- I have been catching up on my movie-watching! Just today I watched "The Boxer" featuring the phenomenally talented Mr. Daniel Day-Lewis! It was a pretty good movie. Takes place in Ireland. He places an Irish boxer. I give it three-and-a-half stars! Thank you Mr. Day-Lewis for interesting, intriguing, and entertaining me for 2 hours of my life. I might just take the time to watch "Gangs of New York", "A Room With A View", and "There Will Be Blood" to sufficiently absorb my fair share of Daniel's magnificent work.

Dan the Man

- Been reading one of my text books. I know! Reading text books during reading week! That's crazy talk! Anyways, it is Batman:Year One. A comic book. I love that class.

I plan on watching more movies and writing more stories as the week goes on.

Peace out.

Holy Cupid, Batman!

So I spent Valentine's Day alone.

Well, I guess not "technically" alone, seeing as I did go to work that day and interact with other human beings; but in the sense that on Valentine's Day you are supposed to spend it with your "shveetheart," I was alone.

Oh please, don't feel sorry for me. I have no idea why single people hate Valentine's Day so much. I certainly don't!

1. There's always candy! If you buy it the day after Valentine's Day, it's like 75% off too!

2. There's usually some sort of romantic movie marathon on TV, so there's something to do if you are a fan of the rom-com or the chick flick!

3. You don't have to dish the cash to buy your "shveetheart" that really romantic gift or going out to dinner.

4. You know your pets love you more anyways.

OK, that last one might be give-or-take. My point is, if you happen to be alone on Valentine's Day, don't mope around feeling sorry for yourself or wishing you could sleep all day. Embrace your aloneness, like I did, and just cozy up in front of the TV with your take-out dinner and watch "Shirley Valentine."

Oh, and for those of you who think Valentine's Day was invented by greeting card companies to sell cards and make people feel bad about being single; you are dead wrong. Valentine's Day was declared a national holiday in the mid-1500's by an English King (I can't really remember which one, but I'm pretty sure it was one of the Henrys). Suck on that, sugar.

Wow, Nothing's New

Well, there is nothing new with me since the last time I posted, but I have done some stuff.

Saturday: Played Rock Band II with friends for several straight hours. I can now play guitar/bass on medium fairly decently. I can still only play drums on easy. However, I can sing all songs on hard and most songs on expert. Go me. This was all while consuming gross amounts of highly potent Jell-O shots. Can you see how playing Rock Band while not entirely sober could be incredibly fun? It was. Ate too much candy that day though. I have felt like a human sugar cube for about three days now. Trying to eat healthy for a while, but who am I kidding.

Sunday: Played Wii Music by myself for a lot of the day. That was fun but it gets kinda old after a while. I look back on it now and I see that I do , indeed, need a life. Oh well.

Monday: Went to a movie screening for "I Love You, Man". It was SO funny. I highly recommend that you go see it when it comes out in late March. I hope they don't change much of it between now and then. It started at 7:00pm and we got there way too early (like 4:15pm) because we thought it would be busy and it's first come first serve. The theatre was only about half full. Still had fun.

Hoping the rest of the week goes as good or even better. OK, that's all.

Um... Hello... Hi...

Greetings.
It's me.
I hope you know who "me" is, or else, why are are you here?
Maybe you are just curious, in which case, I'll introduce myself.
My name is Jackie, I am a human being of the female persuasion.
I am currently at the age of 18 until May 28th of this year, when I will become the age of 19.
OK, if I don't know you, then that is as much information that I will share at this point in time.
Chances are that I do know you, which means you already know this and more.
I've never really had a blog before, and we'll see if this sticks. Who knows, I might get bored or busy and stop posting, but I will try to keep up with it.
Also, if you are reading this, you are probably one of the few people (if not the only one) who will actually read it. If anything, this blog is an outlet for my bizarre and boring thoughts (who thought those two adjectives would go together).
If you get annoyed, bored, irritated, confused, or angry whilst reading this... then stop. I'm not writing for you, I'm writing for me and for other people who share (or just appreciate the absurdity) of my thoughts and actions.
Well, my (probably unnecessary) introductory rant is over. From here on out I won't be including any clarifying language as to the inner workings of my consciousness, but if you know me you will get it.
Well, I'm done.
Stay tuned if you are remotely interested.
If you're not...
I don't care...