So, it took watching 71: Into the Fire a third time for me to actually collect my thoughts and manage to organize a coherent and un-biased response. (The first time, I was too busy crying through most of it and even more well after the closing credits; the second time, I was crying even before the sad parts came up because I knew when they were.) I ( Read more... )

Did I really just read a 500-page novel in four days?  And before that, a 200-pager in a day and a half?  What has my life come to? At least both books were enjoyable enough.  Though I almost wish I could be ashamed of all the reading I do for school.  At the same time, it gives me an excuse to ignore people.

( I go too far...I am remarkable (when it comes to spoilers) )

So a couple of nights ago, the younger male members of my modern family (read: mafia) went wandering around Waikiki.  What had started out as a bad night (they unfortunately missed a concert) which was somewhat remedied by a healthy serving of alcohol (among other things) turned ridiculously and absolutely rotten when, mere blocks away from home, ( Read more... )

How can the Edwardian A Room with a View be toe-curl-inducingly disgusting and corset-swooningly romantic at the same time? I let the novel have it in my critique, a move I should've planned out better considering it was assigned because my (totally awesome) British professor actually likes the book. Not that I don't like it. I'll probably read ( Read more... )

I've just finished playing catch-up with my schoolwork (read: forced myself to stop writing and/or reading fanfiction for a single day) while on a caffeine high. And even five hours ahead of time. I shouldn't feel so accomplished, considering the work should've been done weeks ago, but Jupiter smite me: I'm smug. I managed to watch and read an ( Read more... )

The story that started it all. Ironically, this installment of "Sins of the Children" is an adaptation of Genesis. Heresy, blasphemy, etc. unintended.

( For He So Loved the World )

My awesome British professor has thoroughly convinced me to ride a bicycle everywhere.  And maybe even stop eating meat.  Of course, that'll only happen once I can afford such a lifestyle.  His soap-boxing came out of a lecture about Burgess's A Clockwork Orange (adapted for the screen by Stanley Kubrick, that genius) and Ballard's Crash.  Long ( Read more... )

I obviously have too much time on my hands if I'm writing again...Last semester, I slaved for months over a ten-page research paper about Mama Monster herself.  Just my luck, the paper only had to be five to seven pages, and I was the only person who put any effort in the mandatory presentation for the entire class.  Ten pages and ten minutes about ( Read more... )

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What started out as a single writing assignment a semester ago has somehow mutated into a fairy tale remix beast I've dubbed "Sins of the Children." I only call them remixes because I don't want to be known for having only a fanfiction repertoire (though really, it's just fairy tale fanfiction). I love folk/fairy tales, especially cannibalistic ( Read more... )