Not to sound like an emotional teen or anything. I’m just kinda done with school shit and all this. My parents don’t understand that there’s a bigillion and 1 things I have to do every day for homework. The only reason I don’t turn in homework for some classes is cause I can’t possibly do all of my homework.
Sucker Punch was so confusing… So many metaphors for everything, in fact the whole movie was a metaphor in itself… It was so weird… The whole thing is her getting labotomized and it’s like wtf? Then she has a fantasy world where she’s forced to live in a whore house, which is a metaphor for the mental hospital she’s in… and then she’s like forced to learn a stripper routine… But you never see the stripper routine, every time she’s supposed to do it, it cuts to an epic fight scene with her and some other whores fighting off a bunch of evil dudes, but they change every time (steampunk nazis who fight in WWI wtf).
By the end she’s about to get raped by her pimp dude, but she ends up stabbing him in the neck and escaping… OH BUT WAIT… she ends up realizing that she can’t cause theres a bunch of guards she and her friend forgot to kill… and so she sacrifices herself, after kicking one of them in the dick… I cringed. And her other whore friend escapes.
But onto the metaphors. In the words of my friend Thomas D. McLennigan “This movie is an English teacher’s wet dream.” Seriously, there are so many metaphors that it gets rather annoying after some time. Like for example every fight scene is a metaphor for her dancing and her fight for survival in the whore house. The labotomy is a metaphor for her going to her happy place or something. Long story short, it’s just so annoying.
The only good thing about this movie, besides some really epic action scenes, is Baby Doll… in a schoolgirl outfit. Fuck. Yes.
If you like hot chicks in short skirts, this is the movie for you. But the plot is seriously lacking.
Sup gais! I’m totes in chemistry right now with my friend Kshitij (thekinghorizon) follow him.
Stayed up till 1AM last night working on my 20 PAGE IB MYP PROJECT PERSONAL STATEMENT! Gauranteed IB Diploma candidate here I come…. The next two years will be hell. I’m so not ready for this. For all my AP friends, you really have no idea the hell that IB puts us through. Sure your classes are hard, but mine are harder, and my IB tests are ALL ESSAYS…. So please let’s end this stupid debate. IB is harder than AP. No question.
My grandfather, his name was Michael Richard Gianetti III. I loved him very much, he was a wealth of information, on everything from fishing to life experiances. “Pop” or “Poppy” were his nicknames. Pop was not the most physically fit man in the world, but he was always happy to see us, even when we disturbed him from his little naps infront of the TV. I have many fond memories of Pop. One of my favorite was when he took me out on the bay fishing with my uncle and younger cousin Bruno. We sat out on the bay for hours, and towards the end, I thought I had snagged my line on something, but then it started to move away, rather rapidly. Turns out I had caught a shark on my line! I pulled the shark in, it was only a baby shark, but the point remains, I caught a shark!
I have many other fond memories of him, some that would take me hours, just to tell one story. But when all is said and done, what I remember most about him, is that he was always able to give me advice when I needed it. One of the most important take-home-messages he ever gave me was “Don’t do anything you’d be ashamed to come home and tell your mother about.” I attempt to take that to heart, but I am very bad at keeping to that.
In conclusion, I miss you Pop, but I know you’re in a better place, and this was probably for the better, but I still miss you. Rest in peace Michael Richard Gianetti III.