Tuesday, September 28, 2010

johnny flynn

All that I have is a river,
The river is always my home.
Lord take me away,
For I just cannot stay,
I'll sink in my skin and my bones.

The water sustains me without even trying.
The water can't drown me,
I'm done with my dying.

Now the I land I knew is a dream,
And the line on the distance grows feint,
So wide is my river,
The horizon a sliver,
The artist has run out of paint.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

the stupid life of an american teenager

This is a terrible show. If I had to quickly sum it up, I would call it a piece of preachy, badly acted, horribly written, frustratingly unrealistic crap.

But, I have watched a full season of it. I scream and kick myself for it, but I watch episode after episode. I think it is partly because I'm a masochist- I actually want to see exactly how horrendous this show can get. I want to tear my eyes out and my ears hurt from all the conservative babbling that goes on each episode. But I keep going. It is reliable in that way, just like you can rely on a shark to eat you up alive if you are stranded on the ocean.

One things that frustrates me is the blatantly conservative message the show creator is shoving down our throats. SEX IS BAD. EVERYTIME YOU HAVE SEX, SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN.

Seriously, a girl has sex and her dad dies the same day. She then proceeds to berate herself for being such a cold hearted killer. My vagina killed my father! Of course, everyone on the show says she is a fool for thinking that. But she refuses to believe them and says " I know I killed him. He told me not to have sex and I did. He died because I had INCREDIBLE SEX!". I honestly feel that the actress who had to deliver these lines deserves an Oscar for not quitting on the spot after reading the script. She delivered them without cringing, displaying enormous self restraint and control over her gag reflex. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. She probably only deserves an Emmy.

Every episode of this hideous show contains the word sex repeated at least 30 times. Below are some examples of the subtle and layered dialogue spoken on the show:

"I don't think we should have SEX. We're not ready because we aren't MARRIED."- The Christians
"I LOVE SEX. I am going to have SEX with my boyfriend right now!"- The 'slut'
"All I can think about is SEX. I want to have sex NOWWWW!"- Every guy on the show
"You aren't having sex, you whore!"- Every father on the show to their daughters.

The creator and writers might as well hit us in the head with a mallet with the word SEX printed on it. It would be much less painful and more fun.

Another thing that has me banging my head on my wall for relief after watching the show are the characters. Namely the main character- Amy Jeurgens. First of all, what a stupid name. Secondly, I think she is the most possibly the most annoying teenage character in the history of television. She is a shrew. That is the perfect way to describe her.

First of all, she gets knocked up. And blames it all on the guy- what a scumbag, how dare he have consensual sex with her? She yells at everyone in her family and her dutiful boyfriend who has stuck around with her, despite her carrying the spawn of another man's seed. She yells at him for being jealous of the father. She forces him to take her on a holiday, fully expecting him to pay for her and her baby. When he hesitates she yells. She then announces that she doesn't care whether he takes her, just as long as she gets to go. What a keeper!

I want to punch her in the face everytime she speaks. She compelled me to google 'Amy Jeurgens bitch' on google- I will never forgive the show for making me sink so low. And now I've posted an entire blog on it!

I will continue to watch the show. I have figured out why. Firstly, I get some good jaw dropping action from watching. Secondly, I am holding out for the day when Amy gets bitch slapped in the face by her spineless boyfriend. Or maybe she can get hit by a bus.

Rant over. God this was annoying to write, but I had to get it off my chest. I just want to quickly quote Ben Folds who sums up Amy Jeurgens bitchface succintly in Rocking the Suburbs:

Ya'll don't know what it's like
being male, middle class and white
It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
FUUUUUUUCK

Thursday, September 9, 2010

give up all this stuff

That was my attempt to explain my afternoon in a story that should have depth but proabably doesn't. For one that does, click here.

Today was a doozy. I have a lot of theories. Most of them are silly. I have a theory that Earth is really Project Earth and God takes the place of Michael Kors, Nina Garcia and Heidi Klum-face. I think everything that has been done has been done before. War, global waming, genocide. We're nothing but a repeat and God is looking down on us and thinking 'Again? Learn your lesson folks!'. Everytime he repeats it we get a little better. Humans get a little smarter, a little more compassionate, the world slowly and steadily becomes a nicer place. But it always ends in doom. Then God starts again.

Really, we're just a pet project. A dissapointing one at that.

My other theory, isn't really a theory but an observation culminating from every 'coming of age' film there is. Life, to me, is made up of a series of crises. Before you leave highschool, there's the crisis of 'what will I do?'. This really continues for the rest of your life. Right now I find myself constantly thinking 'What am I doing? Why? Why not?' I have no idea what direction I'm going. Hence the doozy.

I always wanted to be steps ahead (streets ahead!Community!). I always wanted to be the one who knew it all before everyone else. I wanted it figured out. Done. Do it. But I guess I'm just figuring it out that having plans is all good and well, but don't expect everything to go exactly as you had imagined.

I have this nagging thought in my head I can't shake. It is like the voice of a whiny cartoon character. I want to be adventurous and spontaneous but also be safe and grounded. You probably think all I want to do is complain.

That's another thought I can't escape.

in my head

I was on a bus today and I was going to be transferred on another bus. My second bus was due to arrive in 20 minutes. I found myself praying that the bus would go slower and slower, so I wouldn't have to wait at the bus stop.I felt a sense of happiness every time the traffic light would turn red. I smiled a silly smile. Everything was going according to plan.

But then it struck me. I was on a bus moving at a snail's pace. I would have been sitting on a bench, staring at nothing. In the end, I would still be waiting.

Saturday, September 4, 2010