Not dead? (Yet. . . . MUAHAHAHAHAHA)

GAH! I haven't posted in. . . a long time. Ummm. Yes. Life is quite uneventful. And there isn't much to write about. Which is probably why we have no followers. I'm a genius for figuring that out, right?
HOW WAS YOUR VALENTINE'S DAY? 
. . . fine then. Ignore me.
Jerk.
I bet my valentine's day was more pathetic than yours. I spent it playing Monopoly. Oh yes, I know. So very sexy. You're probably hyperventilating at the idea of how steamy it was.
And then President's Day. I don't know about you, but my school gives us like a whole week off for that holiday. And I'm always tremendously sick during that week. Last year I had appendicitis, so I was in the hospital recovering from surgery. This year I had some weird thing that was probably the result of MS knocking up the flu. . . .
There's an interesting mental image.
AHEM.
So yes, I know you are all devastated that Vivi and I did not do a collab post, but we were much too busy stuffing our faces with food (delicious food O.O . . . ), trying on ridiculously expensive dresses, and wasting our time watching movies to bother ourselves with it. Perhaps we will do one when we get together this summer. . . ? We shall see!
I am currently reading Frankenstein by the delightful Mary Shelley. I am glad she wrote this, because I don't think I could stand reading anything she had to say about herself. She is modest to a painful degree, and whenever you hear her on herself or her works, you really just want to stick a pistol in your mouth. Or hers. But seeing as she's dead, there could be some issues there.
I mean, it's somewhat understandable, what with her parents being famous. . . mathematicians? Scientists? Maybe one mathematician and one scientist? Or was one a writer? MOVING ON. Anyway,  her parents were really famous, and then her husband pretty much invented romantic French poetry, so I guess that would make you somewhat modest. . . . Still, it's a little sickening.
Oh, and the person who wrote the footnotes for it SUCKS. She gives away parts of it. If there's any mystery at all, she like blows it by sticking the answers at the bottom of the page.
I'm also reading The Shining by the (in)famous Stephen King. I don't like his hair. Which is obviously a reflection on his writing abilities. No, I love his writing, you can really hear the nineteenth century writers creeping in. Stalkers.
Kay, I have nothing more to say really. Sorry you had to sit through this, if you did indeed sit through it.
Ciao e ti amo,
Anna

Sicilians, ..., and ... OH MY!

I know how chronically depressed all of you plentiful followers are that Anna and I did not do a collab post.  Yes she was here in... New York City. (not suburb of ... nope, nope, nope) ("nope, nope, nope"? What the HELL was that)  What's beeping... did I light something on fire?) For.... approximately five days.  I know ONLY EFFIN' FIVE DAYS.  How sad.  Don't worry, we had plentiful amounts of pizza.  If you are EVER in the city.  You MUST try these places (all Sicilian, I am of Napoleon decent... I think Anna is, too... but that doesn't mean we can't honor Sicilian food.. and waiters who are too adorable...)

Per Bacco
Cacio e Vino (80 Second Ave., New York, NY 10003
nr. 4th St, the website sort of failed on my computer... so there is just the address)
Voloce Pizzeria

I'm sorry, that is all for now.  But, hey.  They are all three unbelievably scrumptious.  So, if your ever in the city, lovely followers, don't hesitate to go to any of them.  There is a lot of Italian in the East Village area... like on second and sixth far east area...

I have to watch Carrie and A Nightmare on Elm Street... I recently watched "La Vita è Bella" the one with Roberto Benigni.  The one he one the oscar for.  ("Life is Beautiful").  It was incredible.  A lot of critics said it wasn't possible, and reading the summary I agreed but thought it might still be good.  But when I saw the movie it is actually a lot more deep and... bella.  Than you would expect.  The beginning doesn't have much to do with the rest, but I think it serves as a nice introduction.  Life is Beautiful (english title) La Vita è Bella.  You must see it.  Well, I'm off! Without spellcheck...

Ti amo e ciao,

Violetta

January 7, 2010       12:05 am


Ah!  Sorry!  Forgot the title... um.  Can't think of a quote right now.  This will have to suffice.  Have you watched the five awesome gays youtube?  WHY NOT?!  To forth! ... to forth?  Well go! 


http://www.youtube.com/user/5awesomegays

BLECH. That is all.

Hello,  no one. I'm NOT going to bitch about my hair. I refuse. I am currently in Pennsylvania (not telling you where, though, you  48 year old perv who is stalking Vivioletta for her amazing blog sexiness. . . (not sure what that has to do with where in PA I am but. . .)). Tomorrow I get to see VIVI! I know you're all very excited, but please keep the girlish bouncing around excitedly to a minimum. . . . and yes, that includes you 48 year olds living in your moms' basements (we all know you're transsexuals with pigtails tied with floppy bows anyway. . . (what did that have to do with anything?? (I'm just kind of that way today I guess. . . ))) . . . Woah. That was epic. Triple parenthesis. (Stop licking the screen, you weirdos.)
ANYWAY, maybe Vivi and I will get a profile picture of us for this thing. Is that like exposing ourselves to you guys licking the screen? Well I don't know. I feel so bad that people have to misfortune to come across this post. It is epically sad. Hm. WHAT DID YOU GET FOR CHRISTMAS? Never mind, I don't care. I'd probably rather not know, considering that you start licking your dirty computer screen just because you witnessed the amazing sexiness of triple parenthesis. I don't want to know what you'd give to a person like that. Not that I have anything against you, I just don't think you look all that good in plaid. Well that came out of nowhere. You're so jealous though. And I don't do drugs. I get high off of hugs and LURV. But not pot. Or marijuana. Or speed. Or anything else like that. And I haven't had a hug since I left hell. The people in hell can get very hug-y. Just watch out or you'll get RAPE'd. Vivi, you better not delete this post.
Once you stop licking the screen and wearing plaid, I will put up some pictures that have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE HAIR COLOR I WANT TO GET BUT MY GETTING IT HAS CURRENTLY BEEN DELAYED BY THE STUPIDITY OF THE PEOPLE OF THIS WORLD AND CHEESECAKE. So don't say that it does. Because you're wrong. Lal fo uoy. (If you can read that, you're cool. Or dyslexic.)

"That son of a bitch cut me off!" - Maverick, Top Gun

Hey... there... fellow bloggers!  Followers... friends... Okay, as you can clearly see, well.. see?  Read... tell... Um.  I'm not feeling TOO bright today.  All is new is I DID see An Education... like two weeks ago. (has it really been that long?!?!?!)  It was truly, stunning.  I would without a doubt recommend it.  Okay... so.  Recently I've been watching a lot of movies (I KNOW what your thinking, no I don't care if as Anna pointed out that sounds stalkerish, "That's new?")  Well, an ESPECIAL lot.  You know the list of "500 Must-See Movies"?  Well, you do now.  I have it taped up onto my wall and have 73... no.. 74 down.  Just watched "Top Gun", um, no comment on that movie.  Tom Cruise is just SO GOOD at ... playing Tom Cruise.  Though the plans did entertain me slightly.  Needed a nice extremely 80's movie after It's A Wonderful Life.  As amazing as It's A Wonderful Life is... okay, I'm done.  Just felt like I owed it to ALL YOU LOYAL FOLLOWERS (hint, PLEASE follow us if your reading this!!!) to blog.  Or maybe just to Anna... hem.  Well!

Oh, and Anna.  Journalism is Schizophrenia?  Isn't that what THIS BLOGGING HERE IS?  Because... well no one really reads this.. (if you do, we don't know!  As you never comment or follow us, okay)

OH!  I forgot the title!  Right!  I think it sums up all of our feelings about life, especially around these joyous holidays.  I'm really sorry for putting you through this post, it is VERY spazzmic... Hem.  I promise whenever I blog again it will be something that has NOTHING TO DO with movies.  Well, maybe a paragraph about movies.......

Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Jakwanza(don't ask), whatever you celebrate! or just

Buon Natale a Tutti,

Violetta

JOURNALISM: The Accepted Form of Schizophrenia

Journals and diaries. I know what you're thinking. (Haha, I love saying that, doesn't it just mess with your head? "I know what you're thinking." "NO YOU DON'T YOU STALKER GET THE HECK OUT OF MY MIND.") Ahem. Sorry for that. Allow me to paraphrase: I know what you might be thinking. (Well that sounds lame.) You're probably wondering how weird you have to be to have enough to say on journals and diaries to blog about it. The answer is: this weird. . . obviously. (It's not such an amazing feat though, considering I just wasted a paragraph writing about writing about it.)
Okies, so first off, I do keep a journal. Not religiously, but I find that it's a nice way to vent. So most of the stuff in that journal is. . . angry (and explicit). That said, I don't really see the point of journals. Unless you show them to other people, you're basically talking to yourself. It's like the accepted form of schizophrenia (hence the title. I know it's sad that I'm self-righteous enough to quote myself (I'm really not) . . .  (Yay for double parenthesis!). . . ). So if you only write in circumstances like the ones I write in, you're pretty much just whining about how much your life sucks. And I've done plenty of that, I'm just pointing it out for those of you who may still be in denial.
And I know what all those people say, the whole "It helps you get through things, see them from a different perspective blah blah blah. . . " Okay, so maybe they don't do the "blah blah blah" part, but you get it. I don't know about you but I can see the most my situations pretty clearly. And I'm sorry that I don't believe that struggling to find the right sentence fluency so that it sounds good in words helps me in any way. (Is the sentence fluency thing just me? . . . I think it is. . . oh well. . . )
Also, what's up with all the fancy-looking diaries? Like the ones that say "TOP SECRET" or "DO NOT READ" across them? I'm pretty sure the CIA isn't interested in the boys you like or the new pink dress your mommy just bought you or what flavor lip gloss you wear. And what about ones like this?:

 

Is it just me or do these just scream "READ ME"? When I was little I just loved these kinds, with all the "secrecy"and keys that I lost. And my older brother just loved to find them and write in them and make fun of me for fantasizing about Orlando Bloom. It took a while, but finally I figured out that my underwear drawer wasn't a very original hiding place, and it's too irresistible to not read pretty little diaries with bows and hearts and bunnyrabbits on them. I now have a very creative idea for keeping my journal unread. I actually stole it from "How my Private Personal Journal Became a Bestseller" by Julia Devillers (I heard the Disney Channel turned it into a movie, which is insulting since everything that that channel touches dies) which was actually a pretty decent book. But I'll never tell. Who knows, my brother could be reading this. . . (Haha, I doubt he's still interested in that stuff anymore though. . .) Pretty much all I do is take a normal comp notebook and write Language Arts on the cover and voila! It is no longer interesting.
Oh. Oops.
Haha. Well I actually do have a lot more to say on this topic, as sad as it is, but I won't because I have a stupid concert to go to. Ti amo e ciao, mi amore. . . s. . . !

Anna

Christmas Shopping. . . FTW

Okies, so this blog is a request from my tutor. Actually, it was a way of getting out of writing this in class. But whatever.

Kay, I'm supposed to formulate an opinion on Christmas shopping. . . hmmm. Truth is, I couldn't care less. I mean, what's with the hype? You go out, you get Starbucks gift cards for a list of people that you haven't talked to for about a year and most likely won't talk to until next Christmas. Well, at least Vivi would get them Starbucks gift cards. That's her default. . .  Shhhh. . . *ahem* Anyways, my point is. . . . uh. . . . never mind, I don't have a point. It just seems kind of melodramatic and unnecessary to make such a big deal out of it. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love to shop. Lots of people like to shop. And I get why people like an excuse to buy stuff. But does it have to get so crazy when you actually have a purpose for shopping? I don't think so.
Oops. I think I just formulated an opinion. Kind of. Maybe. . . ? Hmm, I think it's good enough. Well, since I made all our avid readers sit threw a school paper thing, I'll throw in some badassical pictures:

 ^ Hey look! It's the economy! ^

SUPERHAPPYFUNSUSHI.

(If you can't read this, the first box says

Bella: Like, hi! My name is Bella and I'm a special and unique snowflake and I'm so pretty and nerds are so lame! Also, all the teachers and students at school think I'm sooo awesome!

Second Box

Edward: Hi, I am Edward and I am a vampire. I have no personality and you and I are void of any kind of actual chemistry.

Bella: Ooo. You're pretty! We should be in love! Let us frolic!

Edward: Okay.

Third Box

. . . .

Fourth Box

Random Ex-Twilight Fan: Okay, Father? I lit the movie on fire, but I don't think that did the trick. I can feel it. . . watching. . . Look, would you please just come over and exorcise the thing!? -Please? )

Haha, kay, hope I'm forgiven now. Loooooove you! *ahem* I mean, Ti amo, mi amore. . . s. . . ?

Anna

"Do I go for the guy without the shirt or the guy with the lipstick? What does my gut tell me? The one who doesn't fret for lack of clothes or the one with the lighted vanity who lives with a family of salon stylists? What would Liza Minnelli do?" - Mark Ramsey on New Moon, Movie Juice.com

Am I blogging?  Yes I'm blogging!  Because I know how much all you dedicated fans and followers out there missed me.  This week I will, yes I know an anomaly (no I did NOT look up how to spell that... well, right at this moment anyway) be stealing Anna's topic.  Well for the first half of this blog anyway.  I understand internet safety.  I mean if you have a name like mine you probably shouldn't give it out over the internet along with your tiny (incredibly over populated) state.  But, hey.  Italians are those whom overpopulate this state (as well as the Jews, both the cause of our fabulous delis) so maybe I can give away my first name.  Or maybe Violetta isn't even my name!  Regardless.  This is going to get off topic anyway.  So why don't I just bluntly break it off right now.  Mmm... deli.  OKAY.   Won't go down that road now.  HAPPY THANKSGIVING.  You know what, won't go down that road either.  I've decided to host an Italian feast every Thanksgiving to rebel against the Americans!  Columbus WAS Italian, so it does actually hold some sense.  Lasagna instead of turkey now that's nice progress if I would... you know what.  Let's talk about my next topic.

I watched (yes, I am pathetic and lack a life)  An Affair to Remember (I did cry, Cary Grant is the pinnacle of every woman's fantasy. Well, just killer-classy), Hollywood Hotel (just, happy), and To Catch a Theif (again, Cary Grant.  And Grace Kelly.)  They were all three incredible classics.  I would without a shadow of a doubt recommend them all.

Movies is the next subject.  What else?  Did you expect ME to make progress. Your all dying, I'm sure *ha. Sarcasm*, to read about New Moon.  The quote of this post, mixing it up with a critic.  I love that quote.  That quote perfectly defines the conflict of New Moon and Eclipse. I haven't seen it, and refuse to donate my scarce funds to assist employ Kristen Stewart and her unbearable acting.  Yes Taylor Lautner, too. Robert Pattinson, I hate his personality he is a conceited bastard who thinks himself modest making me hate him more, but his acting is not half that bad.  Not the next Cary Grant or even Johnny Depp (who is either?) but I can sit through a scene of his.  I might see it when it comes out on DVD, but I'll throw popcorn at it likely damaging my lovely 1985 TV (yes, I swear 1985 or earlier).  Though, I am dying to see "An Education"  I'm going to see it as well as "The Boat that Rocked" (Pirate Radio), again.  An Education got like 96% on Rotten Tomatoes and from my observation they have the tendency to be slight harsh.  I can't believe Old Dogs managed to secure only 6%.  I haven't seen it, but you think Robin Williams and John Travolta would save it from being a complete disaster.  Very few movies I've seen have received clear F's. 

Well, on another note.  As much as Pirate Radio exploited women (like most all modern movies), it was still an incredibly hilarious well acted British phenomenon, in my mind.  I am in love with British humor, and the British themselves for that matter, and then you throw in Phillip Seymour Hoffman and I'm sold.  I love him so much.  But definitely get to the theaters to see this one.  If you hate the plot close your eyes and listen to the music.  Oh god the music.  Is. So. Amazing.  An Education just looks really good and, again, British, and witty and every review I read said Carey Mulligan was without a doubt a find and her acting ability proves she may be the new Kate Winslet. (No one can really be that amazing, but we'll see)

No I have not seen Where the Wild Things Are.  Cut me some slack here.  Is it even still in theaters?

Okay.  I'm done.  An Education will be the topic of my next blog, I've become more of a movie review columnist on Anna's blog now haven't I?  Maybe just some dork who values parentheses and italics much too much.

Toodle-loo.  (No?  Too much?)

Ti amo e Ciao,

Violetta