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hipwallflower
16 July 2013 @ 05:11 pm
Sum up your day in the form of a haiku.
Outside is too damn hot
Jacky's being an asshole
But I'm doing fine
 
 
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hipwallflower
15 July 2013 @ 12:21 pm

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince was one of my top HP books, and the movie lived up to nerly every expectation I had. It was funny, it was creepy, the acting was better than ever and every visual aspect, from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes (excuse my spelling!) to the special effects, down to Luna and Hermione's outfits, it was all stunning. It was a movie you never wanted to end, no matter what timeit was.

Not to say there weren't also negatives. There was a scene at Christmas that never even came close to happening in the book, which just seemed stupid to me. The end lacked the fight scene that the book brought, and Dumbledore's death, though memorable, was a tad cheesy when he fell in slow motion, flailing his arms . That was a bit stupid. As well, the screenwriter failed to bring out the romance between Harry/Ginny, as well as the Remus/Tonks story. I'm not one for Ginny/Harry, but since it was such a focus at the end of the novel, I thought it could've been presented better. And something else just struck me: Harry hides the Prince's text book in the Room of Requirment so he can't find it. Certainly not from the book.

Lavendar Brown was great. And we all thought we couldn't hate her more. Her over the top attitude, baby talking and anger after her and Ron's break up was great comical relief when so much of the movie was so dark. The trio all had great scenes where they got to make us laugh, particularly Ron and all of his adventures with his own love life, and Ginny's.

Professor Slughorn, portrayed by Jim Broadbent was some of the most brilliant acting I've seen. Though he didn't really match the book's physical description of the character, he brought out Slughorn's personality brilliantly and made the movie fun and intense, depending on the mood of the scene.

I did see my old math teacher thoguh, which was strange.

Additionally, this installment saw a real focus on Draco and Ginny individually that we haven't seen yet. The entire two and half hours, Draco carries an air of mystery and grandeur, and some parts, even emotion most wouldn't expect from that sexy git. Ginny made more appearances than she has in any of the movies combined in Half Blood Prince. We see her snogging Dean in the Three Broomsticks, attending Slughorn's party, watching out for Harry, and spending time at home. Every one of them, particularly Ginny and Draco, though, are emerging and we are really seeing more of everyone, as far as appearances and personalities go.

Some scenes had us (okay, so Lynn and Megan) sobbing, and others made us jump. Not a moment of the movie was spent bored. Once the film starts, you are wrapped up in the story and every character, even the ones you never thought you'd like. Just, once they get to the cave, put down your popcorn bag. The fellow die-hards in front of you will not appreciate you throwing your popcorn all over them when the inferi pop out. You might think you're ready but, dude, you are so not.
 
 
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hipwallflower
14 July 2013 @ 12:20 pm

So I am so stoked to be going to see Half Blood Prince at midnight tonight ... It's going to be so fun! Thankfully, Lizzy and I are in the same theatre, and I think Megan and Kevin are too. I AM TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCITED!


In other news, my fanfiction.net account is going good! I've got six reviews total, and some of them are actually very constructive, thank goodness. I am just so happy it's going so brilliantly. =-D Please check it out, I'm under the same screeenname.
 
 
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hipwallflower
12 July 2013 @ 01:15 pm

I'm applying to McDonald's. It's a last resort. I tried Ikea, Cineplex, Indigo, HMV, Marble Slab, and God knows where else that I don't remember. I'm just so frusterated. And I vowed to never work in fast food, but here I am. But, thankfully, I'm going out with Nafisa and Kevin this afternoon. That should be good. I hope, Nafisa might bale =P And since Cassi is in Washington, I have hardly ad my estrogen fix besides my sister, mother and Averie, who is practically my sister. Anyways, have a great day! =P Blah, I am hopeless.

OH WAIT!

Check my out at fanfiction.net under the pen name HipWallflower! =D
 
 
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hipwallflower
10 July 2013 @ 09:25 pm
If you had to tighten your budget (or already have), what would be the easiest thing to cut?
Hmm. Well, I've been trying not to go to so many movies and considering the fact that there is a lot of crap out there it isn't hard. But not buying magazines is so hard for me. I just totally fall for anything with someone I like on the front. Also, I have to admit: I am like the only reason book stores are still in business. I buy complete crap and then read a page and hate it. It's terrible.
 
 
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hipwallflower
09 July 2013 @ 10:48 am
Sam and Diane, Ross and Rachel, Chuck and Blair—who is your favorite TV couple?
Oooh, I like this one. I like:
*Booth/Brennan on Bones
*Jay/Manny on Degrassi
*Dylan/Marco on Degrassi
... Yeah, I got nothing! Hahaha =P
 
 
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hipwallflower
06 July 2013 @ 08:18 pm
Sask  
I'm in Saskatchewan on my way home just updating in the hotel lobbby, having some tea from a funny tasting styrofoam cup, and Micheal Jacksons funeral on TV. People have become totally obsessed with him since he died even if they thought he was a creep, and I think that's a goddamn shame. You shouldn't like somebody just because they're dead. It's all just BS.
 
 
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hipwallflower
05 July 2013 @ 08:38 pm
I blame HMV's poor stocking. I desperately wanted the Beatles 'Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band' album, and they didn't have it. FOr God's sakes, it was named the greatest album of all time and they were, well, pepperless. Honestly. So, I was digging through some lame band hoodies and lamenting to my best friend Paul over it, when this guy in the drama section overheard.

"Well that's just bogus," he said, "They should have it. I have the vinyl at home if you ever want to come listen to it." He passed me his phone number, and walked out. Paul and I exchanged glances, and to decided silently that he was creepy, but worth the time because he was vintage in the best way.

When we looked his address up using the number he gave me (Thank Buddha for the Internet), we found out he was only thirty minutes away, out in a development. Even though it was pretty obvious this guy wanted only me, Paul wouldn't let me go alone.

"Rape, murder, assault ..." Paul listed as he climbed onto the bus behind me. Yeah, seventeen and still taking the damn bus everywhere you can't bike. Anyways, I let him follow, even though he was obviously paranoid. We rode as far into the 'burbs as the bus will go, and then walked to the house.

"Woah," was Paul's reaction. Mine was, "Holy Mary, Joseph and JESUS! He's probably Ringo in disguise! No wonder he has the damn record!"

We walked to the door, lifting and dropping the eagle door knocker. The guy from HMV answered. He seemed unsurprised that I came, but when his eyes fell on Paul's grubby jeans and AC/DC t-shirt, he seemed pretty pissed.

"Well, you were supposed to come alone." Paul kind of went all wide eyed, because this guy was serious. So he sat down on the welcome mat, and said he'd wait for me.

He introduced himself as Drack as we walked through the cold and museum like house. He was charming and quiet, offering me wine (accepted) and the most cozy chair to sit in (accepted). Paul, had he been with me, would've pulled me away faster than you could say Lucy in the sky with diamonds, but I was really warming up to Drack.

He had this old record player that I'd only seen pictures of at my grandmother's house, and a fire (not just a gas one or that cheesy cable channel) crackled behind the grates of the fire place in his spacious lounge. Like an old pro, he pulled out Sgt Pepper's from an extensive and well kept collection, placing it on the player with care, and playing it. The notes were crackly, but it was totally acceptable with Drack next to me, sipping his wine and watching me. Drack (and the wine?) warmed me. In a moment of sheer (drunken?) impulse, I leaned over and kissed his chapped lips. It was gross.

"How old are you?" I asked him, not curious, just concerned.

"Twenny," he murmured into his glass. I shrugged. It could have been worse. So we kept listening and drinking. When the album finished, he asked me, "Did you like it."

"Yeah," I answered, "The Beatles are brilliant."

Placing down his glass softly, he said, "No, I mean me." Then I really got a look at him. Hairy, bleached blond, skinny, wrinkly and those damned lips! So pale and chapped. Everything about him was fossil like.

"Really, how old are you?" I wondered, standing and backing towards the door.

"Put it this way, dearest," he intoned, "I've been thirty since the eighteen hundreds." I caught sight of myself the reflection of the fireplace grates: like I'd seen a ghost. More like a vampire. From all those Anne Rice books, I figured staking him was my only option. Without any other options, I (stupidly/bravely) plunged my hand into the fireplace, screaming at the burns I felt. Grabbing at a log, I ran forwards and plunged the wood into his chest. Silvery blood poured out of the wound, and he cursed me as he fell. I just got the hell outta there.

"PAUL!" I screamed as I dashed from the house.

Leaping to his feet, he asked, "What? What happened? Why--screaming--you--that guy--okay?"

"He was a vampire!" I screamed, caught between fear and pride, "and I bloody staked him! His blood was silver!" Paul looked shocked. Then he took one last look at the house, and we bolted. He muttered about the secrets of the suburbs as we ran, breathing like asthmatics and turning red from the cold. All I could think was how I was gonna get to tell all the girls he was nothing like Edward Cullen.

 
 
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hipwallflower
04 July 2013 @ 10:13 pm
I am from Al and Lisa
And the middle of Alberta
From Ally McBeal and the Dixie Chicks.
From a conservative and baptist home.
From 'Hart Hash' and beans, milk and bananas.
From country music and Seasame Street
And 3rd rock from the sun.
From Jennifer Ansiton haircuts, big glasses
and prayers often answered.
From Bible stories and children's books.
Fairy tales and barbie dolls.
Songs I wrote like "Thanks for camels"
and ''Ladies and Germs''. Songs I learned
like Jesus loves me and the ABCs.
From the crazy neighbors and Katrina and her family.
From a little sister and lots of extended family.

Inspired by a book called Writing to change the world. Here's a piece of where I'm from. =)

 
 
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hipwallflower
04 July 2013 @ 08:46 am
Doesnt your family piss you off more than anyone? Is that how its supposed to be? Because some of my friends hate their parents, some love them and some are such good friends with their parents. I dont know. I think people will meet your family and be like THEY ROCK! And youll be like NO THEY'RE SO ANNOYING! I dont know. I think thats true because I like mostly everyones family's but not always mine. And other peoples moms make me laugh. Like, I shot MILK UP MY NOSE when I met Saphire's mom. Gawd, she is hilarious. And Kevin's mom OMJ she's awesome. SO SHOUT OUT TO THE MOMS! Wheeee! =D
 
 
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