So I've offcially seen what I want to call the first movie on my WORST movie of the year list. The Wolfman. TERRRIBBBLLLLE!!! Bencio Del Toro and Anthony Hopkins...how can TWO Oscar wining actors be involved in such CRAP?! Like maybe they think since they won their Oscars they can just go on and do whatever they want...say yes to every script and just keep it moving. I mean both of these men have so many writing credits under the belt that its like a slap in the face. That was basically a straight to DVD type film. (So glad I didn't pay for it)
So what is the worst movie EVER? The Spirit. What a letdown. I had such high hopes for that movie because of Sin City (Another Del Toro) but it was just...terrible. The entire time I was watching I was like...it'll get better. After 40 minutes I knew there was no hope. Who the hell is going to go and see a movie that get's good only after 40 minutes? Thats a freakin waste of money...and trust me the movies up here are not cheap
Friday, February 12, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sealed with two scars and a patched Heart
The changes in life are always nothing short of amazing. Even the most subtle changes can lead to huge results. That’s what I think of every time I reflect on my past, life then and now.
Childhood always lays out the blueprint of your life. What happens to you then will more than likely impact you in your future life.
I can always remember the pretty pictures that lined the walls in the hallways. I guess it was to help the kids forget where they really were, but once you saw that white lab coat, you knew it was serious business.
It’s also amazing how specific scents and fragrances can always jog a memory. It was always the smell of a sterilized operating room a sterile plastics that brought me back to the prep rooms of yester year.
Missed school days, but thank God I was never held back. Teachers understood, and were even sympathetic but confused. That’s when Mommy would come in and answer all questions.
Restrictions, restrictions, ‘Do this Sharisse so we can monitor for this.’ ‘Don’t do that because it will never be good for you.’ So I grew and I grew and had friends who barely ever asked questions which were something’s that loved. But my restrictions scared me and resulted in my slow and steady withdrawal.
I wanted so badly for people to accept me for what they wanted me to be, but I guess they saw underneath it all that I wasn’t anything like them and I never would be.
And then I received the best epiphany that I could ever imagine. I wasn’t being what God wanted me to be. He has brought me through the trying health trials of my life and kept me fighting and alive. So what if people wouldn’t accept me for whom I really was?
A jumble of everything…sealed with two scars and a patched heart
Childhood always lays out the blueprint of your life. What happens to you then will more than likely impact you in your future life.
I can always remember the pretty pictures that lined the walls in the hallways. I guess it was to help the kids forget where they really were, but once you saw that white lab coat, you knew it was serious business.
It’s also amazing how specific scents and fragrances can always jog a memory. It was always the smell of a sterilized operating room a sterile plastics that brought me back to the prep rooms of yester year.
Missed school days, but thank God I was never held back. Teachers understood, and were even sympathetic but confused. That’s when Mommy would come in and answer all questions.
Restrictions, restrictions, ‘Do this Sharisse so we can monitor for this.’ ‘Don’t do that because it will never be good for you.’ So I grew and I grew and had friends who barely ever asked questions which were something’s that loved. But my restrictions scared me and resulted in my slow and steady withdrawal.
I wanted so badly for people to accept me for what they wanted me to be, but I guess they saw underneath it all that I wasn’t anything like them and I never would be.
And then I received the best epiphany that I could ever imagine. I wasn’t being what God wanted me to be. He has brought me through the trying health trials of my life and kept me fighting and alive. So what if people wouldn’t accept me for whom I really was?
A jumble of everything…sealed with two scars and a patched heart
Monday, February 1, 2010
My project
Still working on getting my pictures together for the Scrap Book! I am REALLY excited now...and really hungry. Actually about to get an attitude soon. Well I'm in class and someone's breath stinks, but i don't share gum
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