My Girl In The River...

I love Big Fish. It's such a sad, but colorful and beautiful film. Not to mention it has one of my all time favorite musical scores ever. Danny Elfman is a genius, I tell you! And so is Tim Burton :) Ironically, this is one of my fave movies ever and it doesn't have Johnny Depp in it! But it's got all of the other Burton actors, like Albert Finney, Helena Bonham Carter, and Depp Roy.

Aww, funeral scene... So sad. Breathtaking music, though.

So I haven't posted anything in a few days... Just ran out of time. I've been trying to stick to bed by 11, but no luck. Tomorrow I'm staying home to finish up some projects. I have freaking C's in Psych and English, so I need to step it up hardcore. It's just so much reading and... bah. Life's tough.

I realized something on the bus ride home on Saturday. People always envy what they don't have, even though they have something perfectly marvelous. Curly haired people want straight hair, and vice versa. Even though I have an immense amount of artistic talent (And I'm confident enough to boast it humbly), I wish I could sing instead. But then you hear about musicians who whine that they can't draw and wish that they could... I dunno. I wish I was Shelby and multi-talented. Well, I guess my other skill is that I can write and I excel at grammar and spelling, but... Not good enough. Ha ha :)

I'm sick of Wes hanging around Heather and trying to get her to do things with him when she clearly doesn't want to. Why is that guy an idiot? Do we have to draw him a picture? What part of "We need space apart" doesn't he get? It's annoying when Sarah, Heather, and I are hanging out and he's standing there, waiting for her to leave so that he can walk her to her car, WHICH SHE DOES NOT WANT. Although I'd kill for someone to walk me to my car.

I'm sick of everyone getting second chances and having fallback guys. I just feel like I'm on a lonely island of isolation...

BUT WE FOUND A HOT GUY AT THE WINTERGUARD SHOW. He was in Black Gold, so he's at least 18. Oh my gosh, he had a like a long jacket with tails, but it cut off in the front right above his beautiful abs and that plus his fluffy hair and white contacts and vampire teeth spelled... HOT. Heather and I have agreed on a threesome if we ever see him again. AND HE HAD THE MAN V. Oh my gosh, those pants were riding much too low... but it was delicious to observe. Jessie will have to tell us his name!

xx Sleeping, Weeping, With You Marz