Monday, May 14, 2007
Prom 2007
Well what can one say about prom? It was promish, well promish for IDDS. The decorations where beautiful and cleverly displayed, and the music? Don't even get me started. Although we all still miss Zack and his wonderful Dj'ing skills, we still have to give credit to Ben, this years Dj with his top hits playlist. It ended a little earlier then it should have, but it was still fun none the less. The after party was more of the highlight for a majority of people, however that shall not be discussed in such a meager and insignificant blog. <3
So far, I'm still suffering the after effects of Prom, one being these long fake nails my father thought would be a good idea to have. He thought it was "flashy" and added some flavor to the dress he not so silently hated. Needless to say, I really should never listen to my father.
Truth be told, I did somewhat miss my brothers and their crazy "lets go see 28 Weeks Later" party. Oh well, sacrifices must be made no? Besides, I got to hang out with my new friend ^^
Did I forget to mention, Thomas is a dork?...Well...he is.
IndustrialMonk blogged at 12:30 PM
Sunday, May 13, 2007
My Style Vs. Real Style of Writing from the Film "Stranger Than Fiction."
His watch glowed an eerie blue under the waving construction paper covering his half destroyed house. He prepared sullenly, carefully, awaiting the finals moments he knew he could not avoid. They prepared...the child hustled down the stairs eagerly jumping upon his bike, the woman put on her black overcoat and dusty worn down badge. One by one, they gathered, one by one they played their part unknowingly to the death of Harold Crick."Much had changed for Harold over the past few weeks. His attitude towards work his habitual counting, his love life. But of all the transmutations Harold Crick had undergone perhaps the most significant was that today on his return to work he was not late for the 817 Cranica bus.
What Harold had not understood about that Wednesday four weeks prior was that the time he received from his fellow commuter was in fact three full minutes later than the actual time, and therefore three full minutes later for the time to which his watch and life had been previously set.
Not the worst of errors but if Harold had not set his watch to the incorrect time, Harold would have again barely caught 817 Cranica bus and he would not be approaching the bus stop precisely at 8:14 this particular Friday. An otherwise ignorable fact until the unthinkable occurred."
The skidding tires of a small cheap child's bike, and the blaring horn blasting from the bus that would carry out the deed no one else could do. There was a crack, a thud and a few gasps and within those few seconds...Harold's watch flickered...beeped and then stopped as with his life.
"Harold," his beloved Anna would call, somehow awoken from her deep slumber to find her dear one not by her side.
A mixture of voices awoke the silence everyone felt within their hearts.
"Oh my god..."
"Is he breathing?"
"He was trying to save the little boy..."
"Get your supervisor on the phone."
"I don't think he's breathing."
"I don't believe this!"
"Oh god no...Please."
No indeed. For the one item that Harold Crick possessed, obeyed and paid little mind to, was the one thing that both killed and saved him. The one thing that kept this small IRS accountant on track, in beat, and counting was the one thing that had ruled his life for thirty-two long years. It was the small blue light that guided him mindlessly throughout the days and long years, and it was the one thing that kept Harold from barely missing the 817 Cranica bus, or at least it had up until that faithful Friday morning.
As Harold's blood was wiped clean upon the street, Harold's once fellow commuters stood at the bus stop of his grave, eagerly checking their watches and tapping their feet in impatience, mindlessly following the flickering blue light and the steady almost on time beeps that ruled their lives.
IndustrialMonk blogged at 1:46 AM
Monday, May 7, 2007
Bah!
Poop on this new blogger. Blogger sucks...xanga is better..it looks cooler and I can actually customize it easier. Aaghagahgh Ok, so you want a blog for some reason? You got it...errr...ok..?...
Screw this. Movies are better.
IndustrialMonk blogged at 9:26 PM