Well, first things first. I went back to the High, cause after all, I am a member there now, so a second visit really just cost me gas and discounted parking. Besides, Amelie started to break down right at Pollock last time, so we kindof had to do a quick one through the final three artists and...let's be honest. I woulda gone back anyway. No pictures to show this time, sadly- my friend Heather did take some with her iPhone, but she hasn't sent them to me yet.
Verdict: the snow shovel was still fantastic. I think Warhol was still my favorite, though it was a real strong tie with Number 1. And I think it's because he is really impossible to figure out. I think he maybe did that on purpose. Andy Warhol is just so...nonchalant about life and art. Like he didn't care about ANYTHING. But I feel like that was just a ruse; that's what he wanted everyone to think...maybe that's what he himself thought. But I feel like if he truly didn't care about anything, he never would have made the name he did, or created art at all, or had any kind of philosophy on art, cause he wouldn't have put forth the effort into thinking about it at all. There are plenty of people in this world who don't care, who never make it out of the living room. So, I discovered something about myself that I never knew before, and that is that...I am officially intriqued with the psychology of Andy Warhol.
Things that intrique Elise:
-The Titanic
-9/11
-Islam, religious, regional, and political
-The Psychology of Andy Warhol
Yeah.
Anyway, onto the more-relevant TODAY. I finally got around to seeing...(wait for it)...The Hunger Games.
Verdicts:
1. I want to be Katniss. And, by the way, did anyone else notice how PRETTY she is? A curly-haired, freckled female lead, who is compassionate, yet lethal? That's a first. No sarcasm intended. I'm bein fo REL!
2. Hunger Games...stands far taller in the Potter shadow than Twilight does. District 9 and 3/4? Idk.
I've read all of the Twilight books...seen all the movies, IN THEATERS. I'm attending Stephenie Meyer's alma matter, and entered it with full intentions to graduate with her major. (Wow, that sounded like I'm trying to be Stephenie Meyer. Not trying to do THAT...just, trying to say that I'm not hating.) But, the fact that I left the theater totally:
(1)ready to learn to fight like a tribute,
(2)tempted to pull my hair into a side-braid,
(3)certain that there were people in the woods on my drive home ready to kill me,
(4)feeling oppressed and suffocated by those awful government leaders, and
(5)in LOVE with Peeta... (Sorry Ev)
shows, to me, a real...story. With real heart, adventure...the good stuff. So, I guess I'd better actually READ these books...however, on another note, seeing the movie without reading the book was rather new and refreshing.
<3 I'm glad there are people in the world who are actually good at writing novels. What are dreams for, anyway?
-TBF
