Just a few things first, domain-wise:
- Animato, my small fansite for the J-pop artist Utada, has now been reopened. I started it way back in 2004 and it’s been missing since, but not anymore! 🙂 So come and give it a visit.
- I’ve been debating on whether to add more substantial content to this blog. It seems pretty bare at the moment, I realize, but the thing is, I usually reserve my more personal content for my personal website, Stargazer, which I’m working on revamping as well. If there’s someone out there with any suggestions, feel free to share.
- In light of that realization, I’ve started a summer movie log. Basically it’s a collection of short reviews of all the films I’ve seen so far this summer. Though really, it’s just a way for me to keep track of all the movies I watch at work. *wink*
So I think my mom’s in a bad mood. She asked me yesterday if I could cash her check for her, and if I wanted to go shopping with her. I refused, mostly because I just didn’t feel like doing anything that involved leaving the house at the time. I don’t know if that ticked her off or anything, but she’s doing that thing again where she locks herself in her bedroom and doesn’t talk to any of us. Then today, my dad tells me she drove herself to work this morning, which is definitely unusual because my dad drives her everywhere. I don’t know if I can stand any more of her mood swings. What the fuck, woman.
So The Fray and Jack’s Mannequin play tonight at Tinley Park — and I’m not there. I’m a bit frustrated. They’re my favorite band, and I couldn’t find a single soul to watch them with me. And it’s frustrating, because I made a promise to myself back in 2007 after I first saw them that I would go to their every major tour concert in Chicago, and already I couldn’t even keep it.
I don’t think I’m being very selfish by saying this, but why is it so hard for people to accommodate themselves for me? I’m starting to feel like all I do is give and give, and yet not one person so far this summer has ever bothered to really, truly ask me: “What is going on in your life right now?” I can think of one person whom I have seen at least every week this summer, and even though I know what’s going on in her life, I’m pretty sure that she has not yet considered asking me how the fuck I’m doing in mine. It’s the most difficult feeling to have, because it’s not like I have been holed up in this house the entire summer. I’ve actually been out, hanging out with people and working. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that people ask me to do things with them rather than vice versa. It just makes me feel more pathetic, how nobody ever bothers to listen to me anymore.
To make my mood even worse, the U.S. lost the Confed. Cup final to Brazil today. And I’m downright disappointed. Yes, this was valuable experience for them, but at the same time it was just repulsive the way the U.S. totally disappeared in the second half. A 3-2 result I’ll take, but I’m expecting much better next year in the World Cup.
On a much lighter note, I am super duper happy that the White Sox spanked the Cubs today, 6-0. 🙂
So I got into quite the heavy argument with my dad last night. It started when I went into the kitchen to tell him that we were going to leave for Transformers 2 midnight show at around 9. He had hesitated, then proceeded to tell me that he would be dropping us off instead of me driving, because he was worried about my 12-year-old brother being out so late. At which point, I just blew up.
Transformers 2 was…okay, I suppose. I really didn’t have any expectations for it, and I knew it was going to be long as hell, so I guess I liked it. The action scenes were unbelievably amazing. Seriously, you could take out all the parts with Shia and Megan Fox and the rest of the humans and it wouldn’t make a difference. Optimus Prime was just so freaking badass. But the rest of the movie? Ugh. The writing was horrible, and every other bit of dialogue kept making me cringe. The jokes were funny at first, but they were just so much more crude and outrageous that you just knew they threw it in there for kicks. The scene where Sam’s mom got high was so stupid. I hated the whole bit. Actually, I just hated the parents in general. I loved them in the first movie, but they trashed the mom in this sequel. I would say more, but I can’t believe I’ve wasted these many words on reviewing this movie already.