New years eve

Somehow, I managed to convince myself it was new years eve, and that the new year we were dawning on would be measured by action, not time. Civilisations would take every single rule book, the governance of justice, currency and people, then bury the books in a time capsule. Then, each leader and each champion would join together at a table, and decide how to best support each individual who felt a pulse beneath their ribs. New rule would be created, which would aim to make every single person happy, and every single creature worthwhile in its existence. And that year would end when those who studied the time capsules contents would know the folly they contained, and be left to lie in history.

Then the next year would begin, and because of a drunken decision somewhere would be measured in penguins, but that didn't work so well.

Paranormal Activites; a "paranormal" review.

Fun fact; Normal means average, bland. The everyday, stuff that happens to all of us. Para means heightened, an extended, almost exaggurated level of something. It's a prefix to other words. Somehow, the supremely normal creates the abnormal. Funny that. Anyway. Having seen Paranormal activites now, I can safely say this to any who are still on the fence about seeing it. Go ahead, if a group of your friends feel are heading out, feel confident to accompany them. Doesn't matter if you can't deal with horror well or anything, this won't bother you beyond occassional jumps in your chair. See, when you watch this with other people, the tension gets all mucked up, and it turns from supposedly "gut wrenching horror" to "delightful comedy".

Paranormal Activities may be a low budget film, but you don't really notice it. The movie isn't relying on CGI special effects to get its scare across, instead using a slowly raised level of anxiety for the characters, as well as increasing amounts of "spooky" occurances to freak the audience out for it's big finish. However, the climax is very little, and far to late in the game. It comes in about three minutes before the credit's to, and avoiding spoilers, involves; someone sleeping while someone else isn't, something that happened earlier in the movie, another thing that happened earlier in the movie, some yelling, and something that was shown in the trailers, before the epilogue dialogue shows up and chronicals what occured after the camera stopped rolling, which isn't very much.

The acting isn't terrible, and the four character cast doesn't hurt the film; although considering two of the characters appear twice each, and only ever appear on screen for five minuets at most before buggering off, you don't really care about them. After an occult "ghost whisper" tells the couple that he can't help them, but he knows a demonologist who could, I was waiting the entire film for this dude to show up and get torn to shreds by the creature, which apparently had a complete stalker style crush on the female protagonist. Yet the guy never shows up! The one time they decide to do the samrt thing and ring him up, he's out of the country, and the film ends before he returns.

That's alot of what happens here; foreshadowing none existent events. After the boyfriend, Micah, leaves talcum powder on the floor, three toed talon like footprints are discovered, hinting at a less human shaped than humanoid form for the creature, but that's the closest we get to a glimpse of it. After Katie (The girl) tells of her previous expirences being "haunted" by this ghoul, involving it's shadowy form standing in front of her bed and watching her before vanishing, I expected to at least see a shadowy vision of it's form cross the hallway at some point. Nope, the closest we get here is seeing a shadow on the door once, for a few seconds. An online record of what happened to the last unlucky gal to be victimized by this creature not only fails to line up with what happens in the film, but outright condradict's it on several points.

The movie's attempts at situational horror comes down to what must be the very first horror story ever created; something going bump in the night. Footsteps that make me believe the demon is Hagrid echo across the landing and stairwell at night. A massive thump that causes an amusing reaction from the characters (and a fair few memebers of the crowd) makes me wonder if the demon dropped a table. The first occurance caught by Micah's clever camera is the bedroom door swinging slightly side to side. A week later, the door slowly closes itself. Then, another week after that, it bangs shut with a noise that ellicted a scream from the actors and tears from a lady who had to leave the theatre. Heh.

I suppose it would have been scarier if I'd seen it alone, but when watching it with other people, it becomes impossible not to take the piss. When Micah said something brave, I wondered if he intended to punch Satan. When something went bang, I laughed and imagined a poltergist knocking chairs over. And, (Slight Spoiler Warning) when the demon got tired of small freakout and's pulled Katie out of her bed and into the hallway, prompting screams of fear and Micah superman jumping the bed only to run into the door, I wanted to know just what the hell the demon wanted to do with the poor girl. (All Safe Now.)

If you want to go see this movie, don't let my opinions bother you. But if your on the fence, go see Zombieland instead. It has zombies, comedy, and a giant gunfight with the undead in an amusement park. Hell of a lot more than someone dicking around with a camera, trying to recreate project zero.

Annnd bang, I'm back. I'm wondering how likely it is that I'll get a free boost juice even though I'll be trying the day after Heath was the special boy name. However, I think it's worth a shot, and with an elaborate and over the top reason for my not going yesterday, I think I may manage a small one at least. *nods* Anyway.

I made this post here because I felt like posting several facebook statuses all about different topics and I couldn't be bothered, so ladida. That said, I'm not actually to sure what I'm going to say, but it'll be interesting to see when I've finished.

Most of you should know about my toe taht got ripped open by a nail, then run over by a car, then stepped on by Taylor in what must be triple digits by now. Screw you, Taylor. Well, that little son of a gun is hurting more and more, lately. Like, damn. Ow. I don't feel getting stabbed in the but and my toe makes me swear every time it brushes against the one next to it? Bah.

I've been itching to do writing lately, and have gone over several things for several things. Not Abeyance because I'm a bitch though, sorry man. I will, seriously. But I'm glad that writing strikes me now, for two reasons. One is that the Morris West writing competition at school has started again, meaning it is time for me to defend the title I earnt last year, the first time it was held. Unfortunately, they've spilt it into junior and senior school, meaning I can only defend half my title. Damn. The second, and more cool reason, is that Dad bought some software called Dragon recently, that types out what you say. A dictating machine. Awesome. =p I hope we can install it on my computer too. ^^

I'm feeling sick more and more lately. Like, turned stomach, sore body, all sorts a crap. I suppose it makes sense; full bore for half a year runs you down, and alot of year 12 seems to be the same lately. However, it's annoying. I don't like feeling weak. ... er.

Time to go to band and play tuba. Fun~

After a little consideration, I figured I'd "talk" about flirting this time. This is meant to sorta show you all just how weird my thoughts can be, and there's a fair few of them, so it's hard to decide which to share. XD Anyhow, yes, this time its flirting.

Confusing. That's the most obvious, and honest thing I can combine with the concept of flirting. Oh sure, I know some of you are just perfect little players and know all about body language and crap, but it just confuses me. I don't understand it. I don't get why people do it, mostly. Apparently its meant to be a way to subtly let people know your into them or something. Yea, sure, subtly can be fun when your talking about stuff and want to make it vague, or just intentionally to confuse someone, but I need classes or something, because the subtly makes a sonic boom as it flies over my head. I have no way of telling if someone's enjoying their time or not unless they expressely state it, really. I'm sure you all know the story by now; Heath was totally rejected by 9 different girls for his formal. I'm friends with all the girls who I asked, and I'm never going to hold it against them or anything like that, but it's still a sure fire sign that I don't get this stuff. Your body language might as well be in french, dear, because I know wi means yes, and I know tears mean your either sad or laughing too much. That's about the extent of my knowledge in both. Anything beyond that is complete guess work.

Of course, I'm talking about flirting here, not laugh at my depressing social stigma, so lets move on and close our eyes to what I said there. Flirting. God, its such a funny word to write and look at and I'm getting sick of repeating it so I think I'll just stop there. But that seems to be unfair, so I'll say one last thing on the subject. Telling someone you like them is hard, yea, but staring at them to try and psycho say it may just make them concerned. So, if your into someone, try something different next time. Ask them if they are busy on some day to go and do something. Sure, getting rejected is depressing, but amazingly it's less pathetic then never getting the chance to do anything with anyone because your forever hoping that the eyelash flicking you do will eventually transform into morse code and your eye's can organise the entire date for you. Because that doesn't happen. ... to my knowledge.

There are some questions it is unfair to ask other people. In any social situation, or indeed when any two people are in eachothers presence, I feel there is a great degree of control which each person has over the other. Simply by careful choice of words and intent, we can emotionally cripple those we are in the company of. I am somewhat fasinated by the authority we hold over one another; relationships between people are in some forms brittle yet unbreakable. If there is an individual at school who I dislike and dislikes me, we would both obviously wish not to be in the others company. There is a want for a lack of interaction, of existence. However, we both go to the same school as part of preset conditions that govern our lifes; we have no choice but to in some slight way co-exist. Even in the company of friends there is a power with which we can subgate others. We have a power over others that cannot help exist. By knowing about a person, we know their weaknesses. The more we know them, the more we know what would hurt them, what would cause them to feel emotions. Of course, these people being friends means we wouldn't use that knowledge against them, ever. Even with people we dislike, a certain level of civility is displayed, as part of the code of conduct we all follow without truly acknowledging as present.

There has been no event that triggered these thought in my mind. Nothing that caused me to wonder at my weakness at the hands of others, and my capabilities of hurting them. I wish that I didn't think it, in truth. It is a disturbing idea, to be with friends and to know what sentence would hurt them most. But I cannot help but think this. I know it is not because I wish to hurt others; my eccentricity does not mean I am sadistic, or cruel. Perhaps the reason I wonder on these points is that I am stuck on the idea that there are ways for the most innocent jokes, the most positive intentions to cause the same level of confusion in people. The best of intentions can have the worst of results.

I suppose there were events to cause this, in all honesty. I may not follow conventional trains of thought, yet it is still my own mind that takes them. I was rejected by nine different girls to accompany me as friends to what should be an enjoyable and fun night. Each of them had their own reason for rejecting me, sure. Each is a friend, yea. Yet nine different people all elected not to spent time with me outside of the normal parameters we meet in for reasons I don't know. It's depressing. And the situation has simply become confusion compounded by confusion by things that were essentially outside of my control as a person.

*sigh* Interacting with other people is difficult. Forming bonds with them is harder. And continously, repeatedly and happily exposing yourself to danger by opening yourself up to them is seemingly impossible. I may not be an emo, nor will I ever be one. But sometimes, just occassionally, I can empathize.