tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21889767077760013042024-03-13T17:46:16.802-07:00BlahBlahBlogSharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-72004111242068682482013-10-15T13:10:00.000-07:002013-10-15T21:31:38.741-07:00Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Last night I dreamt I was playing guitar with chopsticks</div>
Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-46834880456587210272013-10-06T20:25:00.000-07:002013-10-06T20:25:12.113-07:00Is this a joke?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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How has it been out for a year.<br />
And how does it only have 10,000 views.<br />
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Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-56447104215073497092013-09-11T00:21:00.003-07:002013-10-06T20:27:41.888-07:00The Secret to Happiness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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is drying your laundry</div>
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Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-49190516421302771162013-09-06T18:19:00.001-07:002013-09-10T23:49:48.622-07:00Reese's Relapse. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Contributing factors:<br />
I don't know. <br />
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And it's not like I was just strolling down the candy aisle at CVS and happened to see the bag.<br />
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I SPECIFICALLY went there with the intention of doing it. I knew the bag would be empty by the next night.<br />
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In a weird way, I'm actually proud of myself for not buying two bags because there was a deal. <br />
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(ignore the Three Musketeers wrappers)<br />
(that's another story)<br />
(it's the same story. I used the deal.)<br />
(but at least it wasn't for Reese's and I'll probably throw the rest away because they taste like nothing)<br />
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Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-17619811729502932392013-07-27T01:19:00.001-07:002013-09-10T23:51:21.521-07:00Deus Ex Machina To Blame For Universal Thinking<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Because <b>why solve a problem if it's going to solve itself</b>?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>*Yawn*</b></span><br />
Another literary device used by the bourgeoisie to convince "the masses" that <b>nothing in life requires action</b>.<br />
That inescapable corner you've backed yourself into?<br />
Leave it to God--<br />
Or whoever runs the show these days. <br />
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It's not that we can't bear to see the hero lose, it's just;<br />
<b>Where would that leave<i> </i>us if they did?</b> </div>
Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-75971059969846524112013-07-20T00:17:00.001-07:002013-09-10T23:53:07.973-07:00Is Social Media Turning Us Into Narcissistic Monsters? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
No. <br />
It just attracts narcissistic monsters. <br />
Well actually it's both. Since there's never an answer to anything. <br />
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There was a study done at the University of Texas - Austin about which personality traits lead people to use social networking sites (i.e., everyone). Specifically, they focused on <b>extroversion</b> and <b>emotional stability</b>. <br />
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A <b>positive correlation</b> existed between<b> extroversion and social media use</b>, however results showed a <b>negative correlation</b> between <b>emotional stability and social media use.</b><br />
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"People high in neuroticism had greater instant messaging use. The authors speculate this preference over face-to-face interaction was because the instant messaging permitted additional time to contemplate responses, making it easier for more neurotic people to communicate with others."<br />
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Then, they narrowed it to gender. <b>"Men with greater degrees of emotional instability were more regular users."</b> It turns out <b>only men</b> showed a negative correlation. There was <b>no correlation</b> between the two for <b>women</b>. Additionally, there was a negative correlation between <b>life-satisfaction</b> and social media use for <b>men</b>, but there was <b>no correlation for women</b>. Why is this? <br />
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The study brings up an interesting point; people originally used the internet for communication because it allowed <b>anonymity</b> of the user. Now, it's used for validating <b>identity</b>. <br />
But now that social networking has removed that anonymity, and become a place to communicate with people you <i>already</i> know, it has attracted more extroverts.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Personally, I use social
networking sites </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">(except Facebook because it's too complicated. I'm old.) </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">more when
I feel the need to "keep up" with other people. Which is
the most annoying reason ever. I think it correlates with
"life-satisfaction" and "emotional stability"
even though it's not supposed to </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">because I'm a woman (</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">according to the "study")</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">. But I don't use Twitter and Instagram as frequently when I have a life and
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Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-19093142526499045362013-07-15T18:21:00.002-07:002013-07-15T18:43:12.973-07:00Cryonics; Bottomless Problems. Happy Hour: Now - The End of Time.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
WHY. WOULD. ANYONE. WANT. TO. WAKE UP. 100 YEARS FROM NOW.AND THEN LIVE FOREVER.<br />
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Reasons why not:<br />
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1) Do you really think that if someone from 1913 woke up in the year 2013, they'd be excited and happy about it? NO. THEY'D BE SCARED AND HAVE A F***ING BREAKDOWN. It would be THE MOST OVERWHELMING THING IN THE WORLD. <br />
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2) Do you really think being immortal would be FUN? It seems like torture. Knowing that you will literally be alive and conscious FOREVER? With NO END? What would be the point of doing anything in a timely manner.<br />
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3) Also, the planet would become <b>over-populated</b> if cryonic crazies "<b>cured death</b>" (since it's a "disease"). <br />
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4) Everyone would be even <b>more</b> <b>sad</b> and have an even <b>greater</b> <b>sense of "loss"</b> when their loved one died, if they couldn't afford to have them preserved cryonic-style. <br />
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<b>Time would become obsolete. And the world's resources would run out. </b>Why would you want to "live" to see the destruction of humanity/the world anyways? Why would you want to live to see the sun explode? (even though it sounds cool now).<br />
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<b>Immortality is like Communism, it completely strips you of that (usually miniscule) drive you have to create.</b> Nothing would get done. <b>Death is an incentive.</b> It's why we do things <i>while</i> we're alive.<br />
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All in all, if cryonics did somehow end up working, which it won't, it would be another stupid addition to <b>the endless drawbacks of being human</b> / the human condition. </div>
Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-24528313364605392292013-07-13T04:02:00.001-07:002013-07-14T02:48:51.918-07:00Life Lessons à la Ally McBeal's Therapist<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Otherwise known as <b>Tracey Ullman</b>. The comedienne.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>-</b></span> "Sometimes when a patient says something so naive, I find that <b>my own laughter just isn't enough.</b>"<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>-</b></span> "Is it the <b>adult </b>thing to do? Of course not. So what? She's a beautiful, smart woman married to the man you love.<b> Smack her! We don't deny human nature in this room.</b>"<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>-</b></span> "Obviously <b>befriending</b> little Chucky hasn't worked. <b>Kick his ass.</b> You unconscious is taunting you, kick the baby's bottom."<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>-</b></span> "But the idea that you <i>could</i> be [with him] has made you <b>less afraid</b>. 'Gee, you could latch onto a husband! Your life's not a total waste!' That's why you're not feeling so 'underwater'. Aren't you just <b>the all-American little</b> <b>weakling.</b>"<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>-</b></span> "<b>You need a theme song.</b> Something that you can play in your head to make you feel better.<b> </b>A theme song is<b> vital</b>."<br />
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Arrogantly, this has always been my theme song:<br />
<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="40" id="gsSong259671020" name="gsSong259671020" width="250"><param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /><param name="wmode" value="window" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="flashvars" value="hostname=grooveshark.com&songID=25967102&style=grass&p=0" /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" width="250" height="40"><param name="wmode" value="window" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="flashvars" value="hostname=grooveshark.com&songID=25967102&style=grass&p=0" /><span><a href="http://grooveshark.com/search/song?q=Mousse%20T%20Feat.%20Emma%20Lanford%20Is%20It%20Cos%20I'm%20Cool" title="Is It Cos I'm Cool by Mousse T Feat. Emma Lanford on Grooveshark">Is It Cos I'm Cool by Mousse T Feat. Emma Lanford on Grooveshark</a></span></object></object> </div>
Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-72828202895524858902013-07-11T15:05:00.000-07:002013-07-14T02:29:36.693-07:00Mac DeMarco<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The love of my life<br />
And life of my music.<br />
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Playing at<b> FYF Fest</b> downtown LA in August<br />
To pay, or not to pay... <br />
Since the single day tickets :) SOLD OUT<br />
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I honestly don't think I know of another artist who treats a guitar like that.<br />
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If you've heard a similar artist, please share. <br />
(and for god sakes <b>do not say Youth Lagoon</b>)<br />
I have no idea why but someone suggested that<br />
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and was <b>shut down.</b></div>
Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-55915514587151551082013-07-10T14:05:00.004-07:002013-07-13T04:27:51.934-07:00The Philosphy of The Twilight Zone<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Okay it's not deep enough to be philosophy-style but...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Walking Distance </span><span style="font-size: small;">(Season 1)</span></b><br />
This episode is about a "hot shot" advertising exec returning to his home town, and accidentally goes back in time and meets himself as a kid. He gets all sappy about having lost his youth, and yearns to get those years back... He even tries to tell the kid (himself) that these are the best years of his life and not to piss them away (although he accidentally breaks the kid's leg in the process). Then his dad comes in, gives him this speech, and the man goes back to his present time (the 50s). <br />
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On Wikipedia, it says this episode "was a little more <b>depressing</b> than most, in that it does not have a happy ending and the man’s problems are never really resolved."<br />
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I, on the other hand, think it was the most <b>uplifting </b>thing I've ever seen and actually made me feel better about life and being nostalgic. <br />
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In the beginning, he goes back to the 1930s (when he was a kid) and gets a milkshake at an old fashioned diner. He gets all "dreary-eyed" remembering the "good times" he spent there as a kid. At the end of the episode, the man goes back to the diner, except this time it's the 1950s (present time) and it's filled with 50's teenagers.<br />
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<b>From my perspective, as someone from 2013, the scene in the 50's diner makes me nostalgic even though I've never lived in the 1950s. Probably because I know things will never be that way again (not that I particularly want them to, there's just something about knowing things will never be that way again).</b> <b>It's weird because he thinks the 50's are worse than the 30's (because it's his present), but </b><b>in retrospect (no pun intended) </b><b>the 50's are actually really cozy too. </b><br />
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However, from his perspective, he can't see that. Just like his father said, he cannot see that the <i>present</i> holds new things that he will eventually be nostalgic of later. This episode was made 60 years ago, and from our perspective we can see that things were cozy when we look back into the 50's, although the main character thinks they are depressing because it's his present. The fact that this realization can only be made because there are 60 years between us and the episode makes it a "meta" example of the concept as well.<br />
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Unfortunately, there's not an episode about someone who's afraid of the future and meets their future self and then has a cozy realization that you shouldn't live in the future. </div>
Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-78285464346542440242013-07-02T12:31:00.003-07:002013-10-15T21:40:35.746-07:00Aneurysm<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>; an abnormal widening or ballooning of a portion of an artery due to weakness in the wall of the blood vessel</b><br />
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Notice that <b>without context</b>, it almost looks like art. Intriguing? Beautiful?<br />
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When placed into <b>context</b>, the "bigger picture", how does your perception of it change?<b> Is it still beautiful?</b></div>
Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-2244109049146192682013-06-29T18:51:00.000-07:002013-07-11T15:18:52.366-07:00Myers-Briggs Personality Types, an obsession.Thanks to my Mastermind INTJ best friend for introducing me into the
world of personality types, I'm now more obsessed with them than he is.<br />
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Literally,
the past week has been spent collecting data on everyone I know and
making them take the test, as well as taking it as them. Surprisingly
(or not), I was pretty accurate in determining their personality types
when I took it as them. I'm
convinced this is the only way I can understand people
who don't use the same "functions" (aka thinking) as I do.<br />
<br />
I'm
an "ENTJ" (every fictional character is a villain) and supposedly my
"major drawback" is failing to see from others' POVs and understanding
others' feelings. Therefore, I'm turning to a system
which categorizes personalities in order to understand them. So far,
it's been "insightful".<br />
<br />
Someone recently said/laughed to
me, "You have to put effort in to care about people? For most people
it comes naturally..." in a condescending /sarcastic/annoying tone.
However, they were an F (Feeler). I am a T (Thinker). <br />
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And I do care naturally... "in my own way". Maybe not in a way that a Feeler would understand.<br />
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Anyways this isn't about
caring. It's about understanding. I'm tired of not understanding people
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Dana. Gould.</span></b><br />
"Let Me Put My Thoughts In You"<br />
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He makes the weirdest references in the world.<br />
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Which are not in this video because I couldn't find them.<br />
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This would be his blog.<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_466981587"><br /></a><b><span style="font-size: large;">"Food Forkast" </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://objectivesubjectiv.blogspot.com/">http://objectivesubjectiv.blogspot.com/</a></span></b><br />
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Zspy "dishes" on all the underground grub, from San Francisco to Seattle.<br />
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"A sticky and sugary honey based glaze highlights the crisped, barbecued exterior confining its tender core."<br />
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"With their puckered hourglass look, the shrimp and pork shao mai were a
must-order as well. Simply eyeing them is pure joy. Slipping the Juicy
Pork Dumplings between the chopsticks was too easy, perfect for
transporting them to the 1/3rd soy sauce, 2/3rds vinegar dipping sauce
accompanied by a few thin strips of ginger."<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven"</span><br />
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Forgive the bad pun. Or don't. Either way, the time has come for me to blog about this show. <br />
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Words cannot describe how great I think it is. I discovered it on a busy, midterm-panicked weekend at home, when the TV was on for some reason while I was studying. FX was showing a marathon of Ben and Kate, and I had never seen nor heard about it before. It immediately caught my attention by how cozy it looked. Then, to my surprise, it was really funny.<br />
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It doesn't even really matter what it's about; JUST WATCH IT. It's 1000x funnier than everything else that's on TV (I'm not one to think the New Girl is that funny, or the Mindy Project) and 1000x cozier. However, I think it is going to be canceled because of ratings (which I would argue are irrelevant in the "digital age", where no one watches TV shows on a TV anymore, at their designated slot time. We watch shows online. So account for THAT MOTHAF**CKASS jk but really they should count that as ratings. Unless they already do and I just don't know about it.)<br />
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So please, try to "tune in" on Tuesdays at 8:30 PM, FOX network so we can save the show! (if you're as obsessed with it as I am).<br />
(the marathon was on FX, but the show is on FOX)<br />
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I'm sick of mediocre shows being picked up again and again, while "gems" get left in the dust.<br />
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P.S. In regards to my previous post about being fed up with fucked up news:<br />
I sent Google a business proposal today (which is the only way to suggest things to them), proposing that they add a category in Google News called "Good News". I think it will affect the way the new generation perceives the world while reassuring older generations that not everything has completely gone to hell. That doesn't sound very convincing because I'm tired, but I believe that something like this will truly impact the quality of life. (I'm not suggesting that we ignore "bad news", I'm just suggesting that it will reduce the imbalance between "good and evil").<br />
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Anyways, GOODNIGHT!Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-81426587882765100982012-12-04T22:15:00.004-08:002012-12-04T22:16:19.959-08:00HonestlyI'm really tired of fucking up things happening<br />
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Such as: Someone being pushed onto a subway track and a bystander TAKING A PICTURE of him, right before the train hits him.<br />
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I don't even know what to say. I could be all preachy and be like "What has the world come to?" or "It makes me sick." but honestly nothing amounts to how it makes me feel. <br />
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It's a mixture of depression and fear. <br />
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and worry.Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-29525706916032595742012-11-28T19:18:00.001-08:002012-11-28T19:35:09.358-08:00HITCHCOCK: THE MOVIE ?!?!WHAT. THE. HECK.<br />
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Well this is weird. A movie about Hitchcock making <i>Psycho.</i><br />
And it RANDOMLY has Scarlett Johansson and Jessica Biel in it.<br />
It looks like a satire. AND ANTHONY HOPKINS DOES NOT LOOK LIKE ANTHONY HOPKINS AT ALL. Also the guy who plays Anthony Perkins (otherwise known as Mr. Bates of the Bates Motel) does the funniest impression of him ever and it's actually good.<br />
It looks semi good/cozy/funny though so I'll probably go see it<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>http://www.hitchcockthemovie.com/</b></span>Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-30343543314626095362012-11-25T01:33:00.003-08:002012-11-28T19:36:06.298-08:00Does anyone else find Ti West arrogant?<br />
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I just watched "The Innkeepers", and it was really slow (which Ti West either denies or accepts, only if it is meant as a compliment). One of my friends even fell asleep while we were watching it. Maybe because it didn't really "deliver".<br />
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I really liked his previous film, "House of the Devil", because even though it was slow, there was a payoff. But with this film, no payoff. It was bad.<br />
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So I came across his interviews about both films, and he seemed really arrogant/ego style.<br />
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I feel like he was making excuses for himself when things don't go right, or he overly defends his work, which is ridiculous because you have to accept the audiences' opinion, I mean, that's who the film is for. <br />
Anyways, I'm not a fan of his anymore now. I don't know why his ego is so big. I hate when directors are like that. or ANYONE for that matter. <br />
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Sarcastic arrogant facial expression:<br />
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Last night I dreamed that I won a horror/Halloween style lottery (like those scratch-off cards under the counter at liquor stores). The card was decorated with drawn-on dripping blood and other random stuff I can't remember. So I was at 7/11 scratching off the numbers to reveal the real numbers (I was ULT confused as to why they put fake numbers over the real numbers, instead of just using pictures. Because it's so confusing. Unless there were pictures and I can't remember them). So I'm scratching them off and my mom tells me I won, like $1000. So I got excited and gave it to the cashier guy and then all of a sudden I notice that there's a snake aquarium where the rotisserie hot dogs usually are,. And the cashier guys were laughing and bringing out one for my prize.<br />
And I was looking at the snakes and thinking, "I'm not afraid of snakes (because in real life I'm not), but now I am. Thanks." Because they all looked randomly scary.<br />
So they bring out a bloody snake (still alive I think) for me, instead of the money, and I'm like, "Okay..."<br />
So I semi went behind the counter to get it but then it was gone and there were two random guys opening a broiler/panini maker, with a half cooked newt and lizard (?) inside, and they were trying to pass them off as m new prize and I was like "WTF ARE YOU COOKING THEM ALIVE?!?" and they laughed and I got mad and sad and then I woke up.<br />
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Anyways, I found a video of what snake venom does to human blood.<br />
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Scared of Russians?<br />
Thank god, so am I. <br />
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Because YouTube "<b>Russia</b>" = <br />
Russians driving crazy in the snow <b>+</b> scary/violent road rage <b>+</b> teenagers doing insane "activities" for fun, like jumping off of buildings with a rope tied to their leg (R-O-P-E, not bungee cord), diving under moving trains, and hanging off of skyscrapers.<br />
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Also, my best friend had a scary Moscow-based nightmare a couple months ago, and it freaked me out. That sounds dumb, but other people's dreams can be powerful.<br />
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After YouTubing "Russia" for 2 days straight and scaring myself stupid, I found a vlog called <b>"Real Russia"</b>. Basically, two guys named Sergei decided to make a web series showing what it's <i>really</i> like to live Russia. <br />
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So I'm obsessed with the blog now/listening to their Russian accents and syntax.<br />
And it's also helping me get over my fear<br />
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P.S. I asked them if everyone in Russia is crazy, and they said "<span dir="ltr">We are not crazy, but just loves to laugh a lot!"</span>Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-29548983204648270352012-11-04T07:19:00.001-08:002012-11-04T07:19:43.203-08:00Blah Blah BluesWhy the fuck did I change the format of this blog??? I don't match a black background. Also, what happened to my cool picture-heading.<br />
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I'm re-instating everything back to how it was immediately.<br />
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ALSO, since I spend so much time online now, because of how much I procrastinate really important things, like passing a random Islamic Art class that I need to pass to graduate this quarter, I have come across many "interesting" things that I become obsessed with for a weekend and then completely forget about.<br />
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That paragraph made no sense. Let me re-phrase:<br />
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I'm going to blog about things I'm obsessed with, in addition to being obsessed with them.<br />
It's only because the list of things I'm obsessed with is progressively getting longer with every weekend I come home, have internet, and also have a paper due (or in this case, 2 papers and a midterm).<br />
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Maybe this will be one of those cool semi-popular blogs that I actually follow through with.<br />
I always have to blog about re-inventing my blog, before I don't blog again for a year. <br />
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DLFSDLFKDFUI(U$@#) OA)AD*)@*)(<br />
^^^^^^WHAAAT that USA was a total accident. WTF I'm so AmericaSharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-42956501499475271992012-01-30T19:33:00.001-08:002012-01-30T19:55:26.853-08:00The list of things I have to do tonightJust ignore this post. It's mostly for myself. Even though this whole blog is. LOL<br /><br /><br />For my annoying Marxism class that I'm being forced to take at 8 in the morning:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Read</span><br />_ "On the Jewish Question"<br />_<span style="font-style: italic;"> Economic and Philosophic Manuscripts</span> pp. 83-104, 118-21<br />_ On James Mill pp. 124-33<br />_ "On Strikes"/<span style="font-style: italic;">Grundrisse</span> pp. 379-423<br />_ The German Ideology<br />_ Theses of Feurbach<br />_<span style="font-style: italic;"> Manifesto of the Communist Party</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Write</span><br />_ Religion and Labor Alienation<br />_In the communist Manifesto, Marx asserts that history is the history of class struggles. How is the proletariat's relationship to history different from that of other classes, according to Marx?<br /><br />I really want to watch<span style="font-style: italic;"> The Sound of Music</span><span> though</span>. Dangit.Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-51338745725566768182012-01-29T19:03:00.000-08:002015-03-16T13:11:54.208-07:00Re-vamping this blog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hi. I haven't posted on here in forever. I guess it was just like an outlet to rant about random things and talk about mascara. But now... I'm going to use it to actually blog about my life (which is SO interesting and you care). Obviously, there are going to be serious "deep"/embarrassing posts in addition to the ones where I try to make painful situations funny. I find that most of the time when I'm serious and think I'm being profound/deep I just sound retarded and also cliche. So it's just embarrassing for me when I read them later and think "Oh my god that was such a deep moment... Why does it sound so dumb?" Sometimes they'll be ult funny though and you'll be glad I was really into what I say saying.<br />
Anyways, I started this again because I'm so annoyed with everything that I had to make one aspect of my life cool. Plus writing a blog makes me feel like I'm in a TV show. I can go through random problems, and write about the lesson I learned at the end of each episode. I mean day.<br />
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So..."stay tuned!" LOL ...because I have some really crazy problems. And if you're not going to read my blog because you're not interested in my life, read it because it might make you feel better about yours LOOL<br />
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Sharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-24011109762303962502010-04-12T21:16:00.000-07:002010-04-12T21:51:54.600-07:00Done writing the random stuff you don't care about.Imagine reading about the same things that happen to everybody written with boring commentary. That's what people do with blogs. But from now on I will entertain you. I will hold you captive and beat you with my fun. The things I write will burn your eyes with the brightness of the Sun. My name is Sharice. I'm white. My parents didn't know it was a black name because it wasn't at the time. I have no idea what I'm going to write about but I will make it so interesting that you will choose it over eating or showering.<br /><br />I'm kidding. What blog could do that? The only thing to write about is fashion, movies, sports, music, or yourself. The only one I care about is movies. I don't want to blog about them though. People who blog about themselves are boring. What makes people want an exclusive look into someones life? They have to be celebrities. So, sorry common people who blog about their lives like its a tabloid. We know you think it's interesting; we also know we don't. But by all means, don't stop! Many reasons for that.<br /><br />-ShariceSharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188976707776001304.post-1074870585749459162008-09-28T20:46:00.000-07:002008-09-28T21:02:19.678-07:00Givenchy Mascara, fails.I finally made it to Sephora to try the mini weapon mascara I talk about below.<br /><br />It doesn't live up to looks, or hype.<br />It doesn't separate, define, or even curl.<br />It's pretty much just like running your finger full of charcoal over your eyelashes.<br />It also doesn't look at all like the picture featured in magazines.<br />The spikes are lost in the thick formula, too short to even be seen.<br />It just looks like the wand was jammed into the bottom of the bottleSharicespieces of thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01153633188823469212noreply@blogger.com0