Adaaapt

So it's for sure now, The Perks of Being a Wallflower is indeed in the works to become a film.

Logan Lerman of Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief is set to star, and Emma Watson has tentatively signed. The author, Stephen Chbosky is set to adapt AND direct, with John Malkovich producing.

Call me crazy, but it sounds like it's gonna be pretty kick-ass.

And way true to the book, too.

Sam?

Charlie

Ra[v/g]e Reviews

How true it is. Perhaps that's why we have to add sea monsters and zombies to instigate reactions and readers.

You Put the Telly in Intelligence

I used to be gifted once. I'm not really sure what happened though.

Perhaps it was once I stopped wearing flood pants and twine in my hair. Or when I put down my Lord of the Flies and Wheel of Time books and started watching Gossip Girl.

Or maybe it was Facebook that ruined me.

Maybe cutting my hair caused a depletion in brain cells. Or flipping my part to the other side.

Or maybe I just got older, and wise enough to know better than to be gifted.

Gifted isn't intelligence I've found, it's just thinking differently.

Regardless of what it is, please folks, don't eat Gifties.

All Of My Friends Are Not Dead.

:c

Oh Sh!t

The lack of posts on my blog disgusts me.

Every so often I visit it in hopes that some magical Blog Fairy will have waved her magic wand at my webpage and created more posts. Instead, I only create one more blog hit. Which doesn't even count, because it was myself who created it.

Currently, I am sitting in the den with my roommate who is attempting to reconstruct a knee joint out of clay and felt. A friend texted to ask what her joint looked at, so I told her to take a picture of an actual joint and send it. http://www.shivashantiseeds.com/images/normal-joint.jpg Needless to say, the stupid friend thought it was an actual anatomical joint we were describing, and is now probably scratching her head.

Themes.

So I just found out that my high school is having a junior dance with the theme of.. JERSEY SHORE. I've never seen the show in my life, but I definitely know that it is not something we want our future generations watching, nevertheless dressing up as!

Besides what can they do, fake tan and wear black hair extensions? Mmmm, class!

[We all know that fell out of style like, six years ago anways~ ala Christina Aguilera and Nicky Hilton.]

Cool dance theme!

Uncool dance theme.

W. Shakes

Shakespeare is a big bum when you have to write an essay saying why he should no longer be read in schools.

With no form of inspiration I am forced to turn to a fabric giraffe on my desk as a muse.

Tomorrow, dear Giraffe, this assignment must be done.

Grief is Like an Alligator-Skin Bag

GAH!

You know when you're sitting there, contemplating the wonders of life, and then BAM! this pile of grief just hits you like a ton of bricks? Well gosh darn, that just happened to me!

Not grief as in the type that someone gives you when you give them the wrong pudding cup, but the type like Happy Feet felt in the movie when he's in the zoo and is hallucinating his family. That's a horrible type of grief. And, though I am not a penguin [ :c ], I can totally imagine what it's like. Minus the hallucination, people staring at me through glass, and being in a zoo not indigenous to me. But whatever.

So I'm all like sitting here and stuff and then I started craving popcorn. Which happens often, though not as much as lasagna.

So yeah, sitting here and then BAM! like a ton of bricks!

I was with my bes' fran this one time at the mall, just chillin' on a bench when she went to get some popcorn- that really groovy kind from Kernels with the Tex-Mex seasoning or whatever. [It's way good, you should get yourself some.] She bought it, we made small talk about popcorn, and then continued on with our teenaged lives assessing passerby's fashion and the latest Teen Vogue.

Well gee whiz, do I ever miss that popcorn and that girl!!

I read her blog a little while ago.

www.sequins-and-class.blogspot.com

She's lovely.

But she doesn't update very often.

Kind of like myself.

But she's much lovelier.

Love to your mother.

-G.M.M.

The pain I feel isn't quite like seeing an acquaintance made into a human-skinned satchel, but it is surprisingly close!

Apologies to the Queen

So, um... hi there!

Don't know if you remember me, but I'm G.M.M. the blogger of this here blog.

The thing is, I haven't really been blogging much. Which is rather horrible. I promised myself I would, but here I am... like, three months later, with like.. I don't even know. But, very few posts.

See, the thing is. Blogging is rather easy. I mean, mine is fairly mediocre, and even that is giving myself a little too much credit, but I mean honestly... I can't spare thirty minutes in my day to write about things I love? Evidently, I don't love anything too much then.

The thing is, that's not true! I love so many things. Like reading, and canoeing*, and facebooking, and finding awesome indie music [ew, hipster], and trying on clothes, and looking at old fashion magazines.

*The truth is, I rarely canoe. In fact, I probably canoe more than I blog. Well... that's a lie. I blog quite a bit more. But if I had a canoe, I'm sure I'd canoe quite a bit more.

Anywaaaaays.

I was perusing the internet for quite some time before I took it upon myself to make a post. [I know, as if it's some sort of chore or something.] And by quite some time I mean probably about two hours. Um... hello Stumbleupon.

Gawd, that site is addicting!!

Well, Stumbling I was, and THIS is what I found.

CAT HAMMOCKS!!!!!

How incredibly ingenious is that?

I love cats, and hammocks. This makes both far better than I could ever have imagined.