One Day, You'll Look Back on This and Laugh...
...or cry. Whatever.
During November reading break (we DO get a break in November somewhere, right? RIGHT???) I plan to go visit my old highschool. Should be fun. Or horrendous. One of the two.
Also cruising down memory lane in a lime green Pinto: My Old Job. All summer long, through two places of employment, dealing with people like Mr. Random-Sexual-Harrassment-Wrapped-in-a-Thinly-Veiled-and-None-too-Funny-Joke. Or the Milk Nazi. Woman gave me the most trouble a human being can give. Or the Muffin-Man. Or the family that comes in right before closing and orders half the inventory you have in the back room to feed four people.
Note: computer internet is sketchy at the mo, so I will post what I can of this entry and finish it later.
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Wednesday, September 21, 2005
You couldn't pay me to be Alan Rickman...okay maybe you could...
Today I openly voiced what I have known inside for a loooong time.The Number One Reason I Never Want to Be a Famous Actress:
Fanfiction.
Now, being a writer of fanfiction, (shut UP, Jackie,) and knowing that most fanfictions, even when based on "books," use the characters who look like the actors who play them in the movie versions of the books.
Harry Potter fiction?
You bet your Bludger they've got little Dan, Emma, Rupert, Alan Rickman, Michael Gambon/Richard Harris et al. running about in their mind's eye enacting all manner of things as the plot of the fanfiction winds along.
Phantom phics? Gerard Butler and Emmy Rossum are the ones doing the tearful reunions and "I made a mistake in choosing Raoul! Turns out he's abusive and sex with him is rape even though I'm his legal wife and evidently had no reservations about the act before!" in every single goshdarn EC out there. Unless you get a hardcore Leroux goth-baby who has Christine as a blonde. And even then, no one really tries to describe the characters unless they are making a point out of it. And that point is usually "I am making her blonde because you are all illiterate amateurs!"
Pfft. Screw 'em.
Heck, when I write fics, even about books, even if I use information form the books, chances are that 98% of the time I will be picturing the actors from the movies playing the parts I am writing for them. (Exceptions include my Viola in 12th Night fics because I want her as a brunette. Don't get me wrong, I *hearted* Imogen Stubbs in that movie. And Ben Kingsley and Toby Stephens were the shizznit. *triple heart*)
So yeah, whenever I see disturbing fics involving these characters, my heart goes out to the actors and I pray they never discover what some sick people are making them do for fun.
If I am ever famous, I am putting out a copyright on my image, allowing no one to write fanfiction about me or any of the characters I play. If the authors can copyright their created characters and plots and written word and forbid people from ff.net from using them, why shouldn't actors do the same with the roles they create?
And if I DO get famous, a shout out to the fanfic'ers:
I'm watching you. You sick fucks.
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Sunday, September 11, 2005
The Phantom Menace (with pictures by Em!)
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Monday, September 05, 2005
Won Ton...Want One...Wantonly....
So I'm skulking around campus, getting a feel for the place, and turning a corner, I spy a familiar face. However, I am already heading in the opposite direction and my feet, if anything, speed up to carry me around the next corner and out of sight, where I allow a silly, silly grin to light my face, a grin which even now leaves traces of itself branded on my face as my heart goes pitter-pat and my tummy twists itself into a knot. A Knot of Love.Then again, that could be from hoofing it up 8 flights of stairs for the nth time this morning and the fact that "breakfast" was a banana and a mug of green tea. (I'm so scared I'll run out of food points that I am on a bit of a fast to see just how little I can survive on.)
Turns out Hawt Asian Boy I have been lusting after in semi-secret for the past two years actually works at the university. I should have known this, indeed, I did somewhere in my wayward little heart, but I did not expect to see him, much less on my first morning, and without previously learning his whereabouts and stalking him there.
Now, this certain university probably has the highest amount of Asians per capita than anywhere else in the city, maybe excluding Chinatown. And Chinatown is all of two blocks long. This is more than two blocks. They are everywhere. Lucky for me, as I *heart* Asian boys. Too bad the majority of the populace is Asian girls. But no, lesbanism is not for me, not while there are such people as H.A.B. in the world.
Over the last two years, I have cherished a massive crush, bordering on obsession, for this boy, but hesitated to approach him with any kind of overtures, as he was in a position of authority and I was a student, his client in many respects. Thus, I knew that any liason between us would be regarded as highly illegal, and sending one's true love to jail as a result of your amourous trysts is hardly on par with flowers and candle-lit dinners in terms of telling them you care.
But now, I'm wondering, will my courage fail me as I finally seem to be on equal footing with this boy? Am I just looking for a reason to avoid rejection?
Would it be so very morally wrong to pretend I was suicidal just so I could tie up his hotline and abuse his counselling services for my own pleasure?
Hm...a sudden urge to slit my wrists or take some prescription pills is coming over me...
...That and a massive craving for Chinese food.
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