Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Movie Review: Thor 2 The Dark World


O_________O ............

*deep breath*

*hold it*

*hold it*

*...*










*scream uncontrollably*

*roll on floor*

*make a fool out of yourself*

*embarrass yourself*

*cry*

*cry some more*

*finally, you die*

Thor 2, people.

Or.....is it........


YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!


Okay. So, this was the best movie of the year. That I have ever seen. This year. And it DEFINITELY tops many of some of my favorite movies. Like...it's up in the top five here, people.

Yeah. So. Go see it. Or something. It's totally worth three hours or whatever. I mean who even cares about that. I don't. So go.


QUALITY:
5 out of 5 stars

This. Movie.

This movie.

THIS. MOVIE.

It looks real. Everything looks real. It's creepy. In Asguard (or however you spell that, IDC, DEAL WIT IT), it looks real. Even though it's totally animated. In the Dark World...I literally just noticed just now that I thought about it that it was animated. It looked real. The effects were AAAHG. I mean, at one point there was this monstrous spaceship crashing into the ground, and I went outside after the movie and I was like, "Heyyyyy, where's all the spaceships?!" I have NO QUALMS about the special effects.

But with movies today...hardly anything has bad special effects anymore anyways. ;)


CHARACTERS:
4 out of 5 stars, except for Loki, who gets 23 out of 5

The characters in Thor are great, but lets face it. They're not Captain America, or Batman Begins worthy. In my opinion, Thor himself is a bit of a dunce. I mean, in the best way possible. I like the guy and all, but...where's his motivation? Other than his I-just-met-you-and-I-love-you girlfriend?

I don't want to bash them because they ARE good. 4 out of 5 good. But not 5. Thor and a lot of the other Asguardians (...) just seem brutish and dim most of the time, warriors through-and-through. Maybe that's what Marvel was trying to accomplish, to make Loki's character all the more...unique.

Loki, on the other hand....WOW. This movie totally cleared up a ton of motives, desires, and relationships in Loki's life. It made me go from, "Wow, he's a good villain" to near full-fledged fan-girl "IF THEY KILL LOKI I WILL HUNT DOWN MARVEL AND DECIMATE THEM UNTIL THEY CANNOT BREATH THEIR BREATHS ANY MORE OHMYGOODIES I WILL NEVER LEAVE THE THEATRE IFTHEYKILLLOKI I WILL JUST SIT IN MY MISERY AND BANG MY HEAD UPON THE BUTTERY POPCORN FLOOR AS I STARE INTO THE DISTANCE WITH TEAR FILLED EYES AND WAIT FOR JUDGEMENT DAY TO TAKE ME HOMEOHWHYOHWHYOHWHYYYYYYY"

...

Okay, maybe not NEAR fangirl...

Either way, Loki's character was developed incredibly throughout this movie. He was, to quote something my mom read on the internet, "Hamlet amongst thugs." (Or something like that.) OH IT WAS JUST SO GOO-HOO-HOOD!!!!

I can't say anything else for fear of giving something away....



STORY:
5 out of 5 stars

The story involves the fantasy of Asguardian (...) legend, as did Thor with the frost giants. In this movie, it is dark elves. While...I don't recall, I could be wrong...I don't remember any specific motive for the villains, but it was one of those so-awesome-no-thought-is-needed story lines. A lot of inter-dimensional ripping of the time stream and such, metaphorically speaking. I love how it combined medieval elements with space-age warcraft and such. A really great mix of themes, and they did it well, and ended on a HUGE cliffhanger.

THAT CLIFFHANGER.

THEY REALLY EXPECT ME TO WAIT ANOTHER THREE YEARS FOR THE NEXT LOKI-THOR-THEMED MOVIE TO COME OUT. THEY'D BETTER NOT. BECAUSE IF THEY DO THEY HAVE ANOTHER THING COMING TO THEM.



ACTING:
4.5 out of 5 stars

Of course, Tom Hiddleston stole the show with his Loki acting, with Anthony Hopkins as Odin next in line. I find Chris Hemsworth's acting, like I said, brutish and thoughtless...maybe it's just because I've never seen him act in anything else and I can just see him acting as Thor all the time. <:} Either way. Natalie Portman has unfortunately become, to me, one of those people who act in so much that they just start to act the same in ever picture. Like Nicholas Cage. But still, no qualms about acting.


OVERALL REVIEW:
4.7 out of 5 stars

But I'm rating it a 5 anyways. :)

BEST. MOVIE EVER.


YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!




Till next time,


P.S. CORRECT ME ABOUT ASGUARD!!! SOMEONE PLEASE!!!! I'M JUST...TOO...LAZY...TO LOOK ON....WIKIPEDIA.....

#the pinnacle of human depravity /\ /\ /\

Sunday, December 1, 2013

"Outlawed"; an Old Love

I have always had a love for Robin Hood. Something about rogues always attract me, like flies to a rotten...peach. Yeah, gross, sorry about that. Anyways, rogues. I love them. Especially when they are the heroes, or help the heroes somehow. From Axel in Kingdom Hearts, to Jet the Hawk and Shadow from Sonic the Hedgehog, to Scipio the Thief Lord, they're all on my fan list.

So that's how Outlawed came about. It's not even really a work in progress; I haven't planned it out or anything. I've just been messing around with beginnings and different ways to tell the story of Robin Hood. In one version, I made the situation more personal to Marian and more desperate for Robin. In the second I went with a darker feel, with Robin being a fear-striking symbol to the people of Nottingham—one that Marian is completely terrified by.


BEGINNING 1:


CHAPTER 1

        He sat amongst the brambles and boughs of an old oak near his camp, drawing his blade over a chunk of wood. The sky was gray, signaling the sunrise was soon to come. His cloak provided some cushion from the rough bark, and even though darkness still prevailed he kept his hood drawn over his face. There was some comfort in it—as if wearing it made him a new person, an outlaw named Hood, when without it he was nothing but a young man with blood on his hands called Robin.
        He peered up through the leaves, pausing in his whittling to listen to the deep, heavy breathing of his comrades. Little John, Will Scarlet, and Mitch, all thieves or murderers of some kind, slept beneath him. For the one hundredth time, Robin wondered what on earth he was doing here, in Sherwood forest, with a giant, his best friend, and a boy not even old enough to grow hair on his face. What did he hope to accomplish with these three outcasts?
        Provide safety, Robin argued with himself, pulling the knife across the surface of the wood with sudden violence. We are outcasts. Outcasts stay together. His gaze drifted down at the young men below him. Besides...where would they be without me? Without each other?
        A sudden grisly image of nine-year-old Mitch, accused of pickpocketing and ‘murder’, hanging by his neck on a loop of rope made him shudder and slit his thumb with his carving knife. He rubbed the blood between his fingers with a sigh. That’s why I am here. He glanced up at the sky again; the sun was rising. Pursing his lips with a renewed sense of calm, he began to whistle the wandering tune of a morning songbird, carving out chunks of wood as his desired image slowly came to shape.

* * * * *

        Marian stared out of her window at the sunny gardens of her father’s mansion, face drawn with worry, confusion, and sorrow. Bags and chests of her belongings still sat in piles in her room from her summer-long trip—a trip she had spent walking the edges of forests and wishing she were back home in Nottingham with Robin.
        They had been friends for as long as she could remember; her first memory was one of a small, tousle-headed boy with bright hazel eyes, almost yellow in color, grinning at her from a freckled face. They had grown apart when Robin’s mother died, then his father, but she remembered him and visited him when she could, about once or twice a month. She had left for vacation three months ago with a goodbye she remembered all too well; Robin had been working on his garden, soaked in sweat and grimier than reasonable, but Marian still insisted on hugging him goodbye, and her father had been angry when he’d seen her filthy dress.
        That was three months ago. Three months ago, when Robin was a simple farm-boy with a knack for crafting bows that bent strong and arrows that flew straight, whom she knew better as a boy than a man. Now his name was plastered on every corner, along with the words ‘WANTED’ and ‘REWARD’.
        How could so much change in just three months? Marian thought, her fist on the windowsill. She could glean from no one what Robin had done to be outlawed...or wether it was a mistake or intentional. Robin had always been the brooding type, better accustomed to trees and wildlife than people. But would he really steal from someone, or even...kill a man?
        She shuddered and stood. What reason would he have for doing so? She sighed. There were too many questions...and she couldn’t find him. Anywhere.





BEGINNING 2:

PROLOGUE

        The rain pounded down, and he lifted his face to it, letting it cleanse his dirty skin and filter between his lips. Wiping his mouth with the back of his long, careful-fingered hand, he shivered and pulled his dark hood over his head. The house sat on a hill just near Nottingham, where the sheriff and lord, Roger de Laci, lived with his niece and countless guards and servants. It would be difficult to infiltrate the house and find his men, but there was no other choice.

        Even so, he knew he was waltzing into a trap. The sheriff had captured his right-hand man and a few others not to kill them, but to draw his real victim into his clutches. The sheriff knew that he would come looking for them. Because outlaws always stayed together.
        He frowned, the edges of his thin, poised lips turning down. He reached and took an arrow from the quiver on his back and set it on the string of his longbow. Then, lifting his face to the sky and closing his eyes, he set his teeth a released his most ear-piercing hawkish whistle.
        The pad of silent feet followed his call, and he smirked into the lightning that cut the sky.


CHAPTER 1


        Marian awoke.
        It wasn’t with a start, or a cry, or even a yawn. She just awoke, as if she had been awake all along and had just now realized it. It was the kind of awakening that you knew something was wrong, but couldn’t place what it could be.
        She rolled over, trying to ignore the feeling and go back to sleep. But something tugged at her heart and told her to move. Fast.
        She sat up and glanced around, suddenly feeling watched. Something moved in the corner, and she peered that way, pulling the blankets up over her chest. “Is someone there?” she whispered. “Susie?”
        Silence.
        She carefully moved her legs around the side of the bed and stood, taking her nightcoat from the stand nearby. Slipping it on, she stepped around the room, searching for the source of unease. But she found nothing.
        I must be out of my mind, Marian growled to herself. The middle of the night and I cannot even lie down and rest.
        She spun around, frustrated at herself, and was just about to climb back into bed when suddenly a shriek caused her to stiffen every limb. It came from down the hall, towards the slave’s quarters.
        Gasping, she tore out of bed and rushed to the door, lifting a lantern and lighting it before scrambling into the hall. “Susie?” she called. “Uncle?!



SO, WHICH ONE DO YOU LIKE BEST? WHY DO YOU LIKE IT?

Friday, November 15, 2013

Randumb NaNoWriMo Update

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Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Inside the Character: Lane, Miles, and Chloe

October's ItC: Lane Rubio, my incredibly-favorite-main-character-I've-ever-had in my current NaNoWriMo novel, Miles Colburn, and Chloe Keaton.

Lane's appearance is a funny (for me, anyways...more like disturbing for everyone else...) story. You see, I am a recent Pinterest member, so I was on Pinterest looking up character inspiration for Lane. I didn't know what I wanted him to look like. I knew he was 16. And I think I wanted him to have, like, black hair or something. So with this vague idea in mind, I searched, waiting for something to attack me. When it did.

I didn't really expect it to happen so violently. I saw this picture, and my brain literally stopped in it's tracks and said, "Whoa, Ana...that's him. That's your guy. Just...just look."

I did. And then I wallowed on the floor in ecstasy and inspiration.

(I tried to get my sister in on the excitement but she just looked at me weird.)

It's like Lane himself said, "WHOA, THAT'S ME!!! LOOK, AUTHOR!!! I'M ME!!!!"

So, without further ado, here is Lane Rubio.


Yup. That's exactly it.

Miles would be played by Sterling Beaumon (at least I think that's who he is...?).



And Chloe would be played by this lady!





Tell us about yourselves!
Lane: Well, okay, I guess. My name's Lane Rubio, and I'm sixteen years old. I'm the illegal child of two aliens, or 'non-Aryans', and I'm also ADHD, claustrophobic, and dyslexic. So, yeah, really not an Aryan, who are, like, the perfect perfect people.
Miles: Hey. We're Aryans.
Lane: Well, you know. I'm a freak.
Chloe: Your biological abnormalities don't make you a freak, we've been through this before.
Miles: Well, I'm Miles Colburn, and I'm an Aryan, and I'm fifteen years old. I have a eidetic memory, so I can remember everything, which pretty much makes me really smart. Or so I've been told.
Chloe: And I am Chloe Keaton. I'm the student body president of die Schule.
Miles: She's also the best student in the whole campus.
Chloe: *rolls eyes*
Lane: It's true. She once judo-flipped me into a tree. I have the scars.
Chloe: Shut up!

Where do you spend most of your time?
Lane: At die Schule, a training school for Aryans. They go there when they're six, if they pass the examination.
Miles: Yeah. Me and Lane mostly hang out at our room. Or the cafeteria. Or the gym.
Chloe: Unfortunately Lane and I spend a lot of time at the gym. He's out of shape.
Lane: *pout*

What's die Schule?
Lane: Die Schule is a school for Aryans. It basically trains them to be mini soldiers. Most Aryans work for the Nazis, and die Schule basically picks out the best of the best to be actual soldiers and go on missions to Britain and stuff.
Miles: Yeah. Fun!
Chloe: Was that sarcasm?

Who's your closest friend?
Lane: Miles. No question. He was my first friend, and my roommate to boot.
Miles: Awwwww, really?! *HUGGLE*
Lane: Dude, in an interview here!
Miles: Oh...sorry. Official-looking... AWKWARD.
Chloe: You guys are so embarrassing.
Lane: Oh, and Chloe too! <:D
Chloe: -_-
Miles: I LOVE LANE TOOOOOO!!!
Chloe: *sigh*
M & L:...So?! CHLOE?!
Chloe: ...*mumbles something*
Lane: Come on, Chloe. Say it.
Chloe: *huff* My best friend is...probably...Lane.
Lane: Ha ha! *huggie*
Chloe: 0.0

If you could meet anyone, who would it be?
Lane: Percy Jackson.
Miles: Whaaa?
Lane: What? I think we have a lot in common.
Me: How dare you give away my subconscious copycat.
Lane: Sorry. No, we're not really alike. I'm not as crazy. Obviously.
Miles: I'd meet um...ooh! No...Yeah! No...TAILS THE FOX!! BECAUSE WE HAVE THE SAME NAME AND WE'RE BOTH SMART. :D
Lane: /:|
Chloe: Do I have to answer? I don't like people that much.
Me: No, you don't, because I like you.
Chloe: :P

What's your favorite thing to do?
Lane: Probably physical training.
Miles: Yeah, because you're OCD.
Lane: It's ADHD, Miles, you doorknob.
Miles: Whatever, he's loopy either way. :P
Chloe: All you do is make fun of poor Lane. Why don't you answer something for once?
Miles: Oh, right, sorry. I like reading, and computers, and technol...techknowledgy...
Me: AHK HOW DO I SPELL TECHNOLOGY?! Oh there we go.
Miles —technology. And stuff. :)
Chloe: I enjoy physical training as well. It's probably what I'm best at, anyways.
Lane: Besides, you know, everything else.
Chloe: *punches*

What's your most awkward moment?
Lane: Um...when Chloe came to my door decked out in a prom dress and stuff. Like she was actually a girl. And wearing color.
Chloe: *wanting to strangle him*
Lane: So yeah. That was weird.
Miles: I'm gonna have to go with that too. Very unexpected.
Chloe: Why?! The dance was that night, did you expect me to show up looking like THIS?
M & L:...
Lane: ...Would it hurt too badly if I said 'yeah'?
Chloe: *punches again* My most awkward moment is when Lane tried to talk to me about, like, feelings and sadness and anger and stuff, and he was bumbling like an idiot.
Lane: I didn't want anything awkward to come out. I was just trying to have a serious conversation.
Miles: Oh yeah, we had one of those once. You punched me in the face.
Lane: I was young a crazy.
Miles: -_-...That was two months ago.
Lane: Either way.
Chloe: *rolling eyes*
Lane: But it was just a conversation. About normal stuff. Like how angry Chloe was all the time.
Chloe: I'M NOT ANGRY ALL THE TIME!
Lane: Of course you're not! <:D
Chloe: >:8(
Miles: Lovebirds, aren't they?
L & C: >:8(
Miles: ...Heheh...
L & C: *pummel him*

Me: Okay, I think that's enough for now. Don't want people to get too overwhelmed here...

<:D

Sorry about that...little out of hand, wasn't it?

Well, it made up for my lack of postage last month. So ha ha!

:P


Pinterest boards:
Chloe's character board
Lane's character board
Miles's character board
Superior Race storyboard



Monday, October 28, 2013

NaNoWriMo 2013; *me actually doing it* :D :D :D :D :D :( :D :D :D

Yeah. My post titles rock. People will go through my archives and cry from the coolness contained in one web page.

Onto the subject matter.

For the last going-on-three years, I've (*SCREECHY GASP* BATTERY POWER AT 3%?!?!?! AND BROTHER TOOK MY CHARGER TO COLLEGE?!?!?!? *ANGRY PIRATE GROWL*) participated in the phenomenon that is NaNoWriMo. But, miraculously, I've been booked for the past two Novembers. Amazing coincidence, isn't it? The first year I discovered NaNoWriMo, my little sister was born via C-section, thus resulting in me and my other sister housekeeping whilst my mother recovered. The second November, we were in the middle of packing up to move out of our old house. So, this November, I am totally dedicated to finishing a novel in one month.

Yes. Yes I am.

I am stunned at how much I have planned, being one of those non-planners. I usually like to go by the whim of things, to "fly by the seat of my pants," as my daddy would say. I usually make up the characters, get a grasp of the basic storyline, then start writing and see where it takes me. I've found that I usually get extremely bored and confused by the middle of my book, so this time I decided I would fully outline and plan this year's NaNoWriMo novel.

So, I sat down with my brain. Yes, I really did. I had it in my lap. Oh, I should probably clarify that. You see, I own a binder called "my brain". I actually put stickers on it called that and everything.



<<< That, my friends, is my brain. I suggest every writer in the world get one. It can be anything you want—whatever works for you. mine is a binder, which I write whatever I want in and regularly print random pictures of random people whom I believe in my small little head to look like my characters, and then I also have a whole wall of sticky notes over there too.

<<< Yes, that's my new house. Yes, that's my shoulder. Yes, that shirt is new. Yes, it's quite awesome. My little brother is hiding somewhere in this picture too. Mysterious, isn't it?

So anyways. I sat down with my brain to plan out my book and GASP!!! I actually did it!!! I wrote out detailed character bios, planned a very quick overview of the entire book, and now I'm currently going chapter by chapter and penning down detailed synopses of each one. I'm on chapter 11! YAY!!!

So that's my NaNoWriMo story of me actually doing NaNoWriMo this year. For real. And not cheating. ;)

All for now!! Check back for a sneak peek on what I'm writing.... >:}

(It just occurred to me that none of my typey smiley faces have noses...)

So, how's your NaNoWriMo adventure looking?

MY NANOWRIMO PAGE LINK: http://ywp.nanowrimo.org/user/588296


Saturday, October 19, 2013

Well, Life is Back to Normal. Mostly.

For the past 9+ months, I have been living in mayhem and catastrophe.

Which is mostly why I haven't posted recently.

First of all, let me make clear that I have a family of nine people. That's two parents, seven kids, ages 19–1 years. 19, 17, 15, 12, 8, 4, and 1, in fact. So, imagine us in a 2500 square foot house with four bedrooms. Not TOO hard, right? Well, we were paired up, though, two people a room, and we had one kid left over. So we decided poor littlest sister couldn't sleep in Mommy and Daddy's room forever, so we decided to build a 4300 (appx) square foot house. We had already sold our house, so we needed to get out pronto. Luckily, my grandma had just bought a two-bedroom 100 square foot condo, and she offered to let us live in it for the 4-5 months it would take for our house to be finished. It was a tight squeeze, but we figured the four months would be over really fast.

MONTH 1:
Happy and excited and ready to go, plus we live next to a Chik-Fil-A. Pretty happy.

MONTH 2:
Getting a little suspicious since they haven't started on the house, but figure it'll be like Extreme Home Makeover or something.

MONTH 3:
Getting really agitated at D.R. Horton for taking so long on building our house but still holding out hope for five months.

MONTH 4:
Really sick of living in condo. Parents are getting a little crazy about sleeping on the futon couch.

MONTH 5:
When someone says house, we cry a little.

MONTH 6:
Everyone's lost their mind. People are going crazy. I once sat in my room in the dark just to imagine that I was in a bigger house.

MONTH 7:
A dull pain settles over us. We're getting close to numb about the whole situation.

MONTH 8:
Rented a beach house! WE ARE TAN AND HAPPY!!!

MONTH 9:
BEACH HOUSES ARE THE BEST!!! D.R. Horton becomes a curse word.

MONTH 10: FINAAALLLYYYYYY!!! THE HOUSE IS DONE!!!!!

So. That's my year so far summed up. We were in a condo for 9+ months. As in, three girls in one bedroom, four boys in another, parents on the couch and sharing the utility closet for clothes, and one bathroom for us all.

Funny fun fun, isn't it?

Not to mention the condo only had like two windows in the main area, so the whole place was like a cave.

When we walked into our new house, my sister busted out with;


















I think I cried a little.

Anyways, that's why I didn't post that much those last few weeks. We're busy moving into our new house.

See, the deepness of this is, the condo was awful. But we placed our hopes in material things (our house) and it kept getting taken away. We should have been looking to God, who is always constant. Though I cried out for mercy many times in the last year, I didn't put my focus on Him, because I assumed everything would be awesome as soon as we got our house. I should have known that true peace comes with God.

Thanks!!



Saturday, October 12, 2013

I was going to write a deep long life-pivotal post...but I did this instead.

Just know I have one in the making. So fear not.

Okay. Basically, I just discovered Pintrest. (I know. I'm a caveman.) So here I am on Pintrest, looking at a art class friend's board, when I recognized one of her followers. So I pressed her. And then I recognized my cuz as a follower. And I nearly fell over in happiness. Because my cuz lives in China as a missionary and I haven't seen her (we're super close) in over two years. Maybe more. So I was so excited to get a peek into her life that I nearly died.

And then I found her L.A.U.G.H. board, and I nearly lost all bodily functions laughing over all of the pictures she had posted.

Here's a sample of the funniest ones. The ones that made me cry and pee all at once.



This is so true.



This is me. Me. Me.



Me. Me. Me.



Me. Me. Me. Anyone else? Girls?







I don't know about you, but I'd be doing the same thing. :)



That's literally exactly what I thought when I saw it.




I always thought that scene was awkward...now I know what was really going on.




My bestie would die. Just die.





This guy rocks.



So someone understands. Someone out there. Please answer my call...



My little brother does a mean pterodactyl screech. I've never actually run a red light (I've barely run a green light) but I think I'd probably do this as well. Except maybe cry a little too.



Am I the only one who so believes this? I mean this has happened before. And it fell on me. On my face. That was pterodactyl-screech worthy.



This is the image of my little brother.



Yes. Yes. Mm hm. Yes.



I always wondered why people do that.



Me and my siblings joke about this ALL THE TIME.




Okay. This one totally hit home. Not only because the two girls resemble both me and my sister and me and my bestie, but that we both are obsessed with Tangled to the point where we can sing all the songs by memory, and that when we sing rainbows appear. And when I'm twenty two I'll still have Tangled and Phineas and Ferb songs on my iPod, probably.




This cracked me up so bad...




Probably true. Maybe...



I hope you enjoyed my cousin's crazy sense of humor. I did. I MISS YOU CUZ, CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN MAY!!!!