Now, before I get into what is no doubt going to be a horrendously long post, I'd like to point you in the direction of my new blog, The Pointless Weekly List of a Teenage Nerd. Here I will weekly post reccomendations for one book, movie, and album/playlist that you should check out, as well as a random tidbit of Harry Potter info, just because it is called the Pointless Weekly List of a Teenage Nerd. So definitely check that out. Right, let's move on.
Well, onto other news, I watched a few more movies. Stigmata was on TV on Saturday night, so I watched that, and it was really good. And Gabriel Byrne, who played Father Kiernan, isn't really all that bad-looking. Okay, so he's like 61 years old or something like that, but really, you can't say that the man isn't decent-looking. What the crap is it with all of these old British actors? They can be 60 freaking years old and yet I still find them attractive. What is wrong with this picture?
*coughs*
Anyway, so I watched Stigmata, and thought that it was a really good movie. Interesting plotline and everything, and the special effects were great. The ending was quite surprising, and I'm not sure that I really got the last scene all that much, but it was good nonetheless. Bounkheana and Trent came over today and we just hung out and stuff, and BK brought One Hour Photo, which we watched. That movie was...weird. I don't know if you can really call it anything else. It was just...weird. And kind of creepy. Actually, really creepy. And it was also really weird to see Robin Williams playing Sy in it. Not his typical film, which made it just feel...well, to be cliche again, weird. Didn't quite work with me, and yet it did. I dunno....I really have no idea what I'm talking about anymore. All I know is that was a weird movie, yet it was still good. Or something. Yeah, probably something...
I watched Garden State again today, too. Actually, to be more correct, I watched it twice. Once while Trent and I were playing Scrabble, and again after he left since I was only half paying attention to it. Need I say again how much I love that movie? I never fail to be completely shocked and in awe of the amazing, deep lines in that movie. Nor the hilarious, innappropriate ones, either. ^_^ What follows are a list of my favorite ones:
Mark: We'll probably go over there right after we bury your mom.
Random Guy: Well I gotta shower.
Mark: Same.
Kenny: Largeman-Holy sh*t! Oh, man. How you doing?
Large: I'm-I'm great.
Kenny: You're mom just died!
Large: I know.
Kenny: I mean, that's why you're home.
Large: Yeah. Yup.
Tim the Knight-guy: By the way, it says "balls" on your face.
Mark's Mom: Oh. Oh, you guys, don't stay in here all day 'cause I took the batteries out of the carbon monoxide detector. It was beeping all night.
Karl: I thought you killed yourself!
Large: What?
Karl: I thought you killed yourself. That wasn't you?
Large: No, that wasn't me.
Karl: Who killed themselves?
Mark: That was the Gleason kid. Oh, and Tina.
Large: Tina who?
Mark: You remember Tina. She was anorexic, did gymnastics-
Large: Oh, gymnastics Tina? How'd she do it?
Mark: I don't know. She wasn't Jewish. I didn't bury her.
Karl: I think it was sleeping pills, or that car in the garage thing. I forgot.
Sam: *tugs on ear*
Large: ...I don't want this guy taking you to, like some sketchy quarry in the middle of nowhere to find, like, crack whores huffing terpentine or pit bulls raping each other or whatever it is you have us doing!
Sam: He's my knight in shining armor.
Large: Don't talk about knights in front of Mark. It's a sore subject.
Mark: I'm gonna kill that motherfu*ker.
Large: Pun intended?
Large: So knock! Knock and barter for Desert Storm trading cards.
Mark: Don't tease me about my hobbies. I don't tease you about being an a*shole.
Albert: I suppose it's odd that we live down here like this.
Mark: No.
Sam: Not at all.
Large: Never crossed my mind.
Sam: I haven't even lied in like, two days.
Large: Is that tue?
Sam: No.
Large: Hey Albert!
Albert: Yeah?
Large: Good luck exploring the infinite abyss!
Albert. Thank you. ...Hey! You too!
Large: You know that point in your life when you realize that the house you grew up inisn't realy your home anymrore? All of a sudden, even though you have someplace where you put your sh*t that idea of home is gone. You'll see one day when you move out. Just sorta happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like a rite of passage, you know? You won't ever have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself. You know, for - For your kids. For the family you start. It's like a cycle or something. I don't know. But I miss the idea of it, you know? Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
Large: Maybe what mom wanted more than anything in the entire world was for it to all be over. And for me? What I want more than anything is for it to be okay with you for me to feel something. Even if it's pain.
"Took a right on Lyndale I'm getting near/But then the road became empty and the people disappeared/The clowds ran away, opened up the sky/And one by one I watched every constellation die/And there I was frozen, standin' in my backyard/Face to face, eye to eye, starin' at the last star/I should've known, walked all the way home/To find that she wasn't here, I'm still all alone"
- Atmosphere, Always Coming Back Home to You
- Atmosphere, Always Coming Back Home to You
