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[Jan. 24th, 2010|03:33 am] |
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Lilly told me I need to make more (and shorter) entries. So I will just say this. I just finished watching Guy Ritchie's Revolver for the second time and dear GOD that movie kills me. Actually, anything Guy Ritchie does kills me. But it's like...after all the amazing kickass comedic killers in his other movies...this movie is what happens to them when you REALLY get inside their heads. It digs into the mindset of the greedy and the murderous and the "winners" and rips them apart. Jason Statham, Ray Liotta, Mark Strong, and Andre Benjamin are ALL love. Like...amazing actors. The first time I saw this movie, I didn't get it. The second time, I only sort of get it. I'm sure I could see it five times and still be confused. But it's just BEAUTIFUL. And anyone who says action movies are mindless and stupid...no. No, no, no. This is mind-fuck brilliant action movie. TOTALLY want my screenplay to look like this.
What screenplay? I got a class in screenwriting where I have to write a full-out screenplay in a semester. INTENSE. More on that later. YAY! My other two classes are memoir (which involves interviewing the people you write about and taking pictures of the places you talk about), and a philosophy course on Plato. I'M EXCITED!!!
In short, Guy Ritchie is definitely in my top directors list. Right after Quentin Tarantino. Robert Rodriguez can follow them. Do I sense a pattern? Why I am such a 15 year old boy?
Hope everyone else's semester is starting off just beautifully! Cheers!
Edit: How can I find out anything about Guy Ritchie's writing methods and his link to gangster knowledge when all any interviewer ever asks him about is Madonna? |
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| Shamefully Quick And Dirty Update: |
[Nov. 18th, 2009|12:18 pm] |
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| | "Berlin: A Black Hole With Taxis" -Passing Strange | ] |
Hey y'all!
That was me missing America. Not really. Except for New York, but New York isn't really America, as we well know. Here's the next section of business!
On December 3rd I'm going to BERLIN.
For no other reason than it's awesome and I don't know when I'll ever get a chance to go there again and I've just always wanted to visit Germany for some strange masochistic reason. However. I literally have no idea what I'm going to be doing, and since I'm only going for a weekend (sob) I have to pick out only the best things to see. Basically, my question is...any suggestions? Anyone know anything about Berlin?
In short, I'm basically the worst traveller ever, but there you have it.
And...I love you all!!! Can't wait to see everyone in December!
Cheers! |
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| Masturbation/Can be fun/join the holy orgy/Karma Sutra/Everyone! |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|12:17 am] |
Since Lilly has nudged me about 1000000000000000001 times, I shall actually post something here! Woot! I've decided to use this to tell everyone that they must see the musical revival Hair, and they must tell me when they're going so I can come and see it with them because it is BEAUTIFUL! Think HIPPIES and DRUGS and VIETNAM and SLASH and ORGIES and ACTIVISM and DANCING and LOVELOVELOVE!
Because this musical is so beautiful, you get the Morgan!rundown of his. So, I introduce Hair...
( Read more... )
In short, the musical is beautiful and very gay, so I need to find someone to go with me because I'm dying to see it again. Perhaps when summers rolls around...I can convince a certain...slashhead or two...you know who you are.
In conclusion, I love you all! And I miss you all! And I hope you’re having wonderful, wonderful times! Stay hopeful, summer is almost here! Wooooot!
Peace. |
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| Booyashaka |
[Sep. 18th, 2007|11:58 am] |
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| | Dorm! | ] |
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| | "Barracuda" -Heart | ] |
So.
'Bout that time, eh chap?
( ...Righto. ) |
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| Storytime! |
[Jun. 1st, 2007|05:41 pm] |
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| | "Green Green Dress" - From Tick, Tick...BOOM! | ] |
So...it has come to my attention that perhaps I should post the stories I wrote for Mr. Cho's Creative Writing independent study to get some feedback or at least just give someone something to pass the time with. Anything constructive is love, even if it's just editing a grammar mistake. They're not the best stories ever, but they're fun at least.
I'll start with one my favorites (and one of my longest), though it is perhaps the most odd and most...un-me of my stories. Anywho, here be the most recent story. And it's got puppets and some mad Twilight Zone stuff, what's not to love?
( The Puppeteer ) |
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[Dec. 25th, 2006|02:32 pm] |
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| | "The Show Must Go On" -The Real Tuesday Weld | ] |
Two things:
1. MERRY CHRISTMAS/HOLIDAYS/OTHER POLITICALLY CORRECT THINGS (Damn, curse this New Yorker's conscience!)!!! I don't know about you guys, but I'm loving me some Christmas this year. For one day in what feels like years but in reality has only been about a month or so, everyone in my house is one the same page. And it's a completely happy page. And I love it. Since you asked, I'm happy with what I got for Christmas. Really sweet headphones, an awesome shirt I just must wear Monday, and tickets to see La Boheme come January 24th! Anyway, whatever, what I'm trying to get at is as grand as these gifts were, not matches this one: (But some background first:) My mom has lately been acting very...not sure what you'd call it...maternal? It's been showing in the past year, really. There have been a lot of births and new babies recently (recently being the past couple years). Every time she sees a new baby she goes completely motherly, wants to hold, wants to play with it, jokes about stealing it, etc etc. Needless to say, I think my dad picked up on these little signs. And so, her big gift this year came in the mail. His name is Jaivison and he's from Nicaragua. It's one of those things were you send so much money once a mouth for the community and the child. My mom just started laughing and crying, she was so happy. It was beautiful.
2. Feel a little silly following something as great as that with something as seemingly trivial as this, but I started it so now I've gotta finish it. I finished Glen Duncan’s I, Lucifer today. Brilliant, brilliant book. Really. This is certainly one of the best books I've ever read, and I've read quite a few. The storyline is sharp and the narration just blows me away, it's packed with energy and honesty and originality. It's books like these that make me want to be a writer. This is writing. Real writing. What writing is all about. Yes, plot is important. Yes, characters are important. Yes, action and dialogue is (more or less) important. But you can tell a story in a movie, or a song, or in a knitting group. A good writer doesn't just tell a story (in my opinion). A good writer can tell a terrible story with no cohesive plot and flat characters, for all I care. But a good writer writes. So, yes, that seems like a sentence from the department or redundancy department, but give me a moment. Good writers use words as an art form and craft language in such a way that it would be impossible to replicate in any other medium. Great novels can never be made into a movie (which is why, although I know the movie will be completely brilliant, I'm not sure I understand how they can even try to make a movie out of I, Lucifer). Anyhow, long rant aside, I finished I, Lucifer wishing desperately that a thousand more pages would suddenly appear (though it ended fantastically). My God, do I wish I will one of these days be able to write like that!
3. (I know, I only said two, but I just had to add this!) I nearly forgot, I'm babysitting the next door neighbor's ferret! She's adorable! Her name is Pepe and she makes my room smell like a thousand hamsters but she's adorable! I will have to post pictures of her sometime. Oh, and icing on the cake, one of the boys in the next door neighbors family all but killed me. He's thin with black hair and a French accent and he's rather bookish nerdy looking...and...his name...is LOUIS! It was...surreal, for lack of a better word.
So yes. I'd say this was nearly a perfect day. And damn well about time, if I do say so myself, this month has been one mental breakdown after another, I've been waiting for a day so good. Now all that would make this day complete would be eating chocolate chip pancakes, being told "Yesterday I was indecisive, but today I am not so sure", and listening to a certain someone read to me in a language which I don't understand but I love simply because of the voice behind it.
Happiest of Holidays to everyone. Cheers!
EDIT: OMG!!! Grandma got Wes and I red lace panties. Officially traumatized. 0.o |
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| ...What? Morgan did something productive?...I'm confused... |
[Nov. 30th, 2006|11:19 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | In Your Mom | ] |
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| | "Take Me Or Leave Me" -Sung by My Beautiful One | ] |
Hey, would you look at that, it's an actual livejournal post! Indeed, friends, the time has come for a update in the life of Morgan. It's not so much an update as a pat on the back, really. Due to college stress/school stress/stress stress/oh and did I mention stress, my self-confidence has gone down through the floor, through the core of the earth, and imploded in a puff of sparkles (much like Legolas). However, the time has come for a little lifting of spirits:
May's SAT scores:
CR: 630
M: 550
W: 590
This November's SAT scores:
CR: 630
M: 520
W: 690
Holy Christ O'Mally. Am I reading this right? I got a hundred more points on the writing section of the SAT and without doing any more studying than flipping through a test or two. Sure, the math dropped a bit, but who the hell cares about math? Here is math for you: No + Studying= Better writing score.
My mom just congratulated me with a yawn. She doesn't entirely understand that this means I win at life. And now I'm going to celebrate by...um...hm. It appears at eleven at night I have no one to celebrate with. What happened to my insomniacs? Well then, I will have to celebrate with a old greatly missed friend called sleep.
Woot! I know this is simply the calm before the storm of December, but at this moment life is looking better.
Have a good night everyone! |
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| Dance, Dance! |
[Nov. 23rd, 2006|12:28 am] |
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| | "Crash"- Dave Matthews Band | ] |
I will have to start this entry by apologizing. You all are amazingly beautiful people, I need you to know that before you see the pictures taken from Dena’s costume/dance party. Some people aren’t in the best…ah…light in these photos. Except Dena because the camera wants to make hot sexy love to her. With that having been said, amazingly fun party even though I got there a couple hours late (not my fault. And despite was everyone says, either is the mini-genocide at the Seventh Avenue station)! Anyway, enjoy the pics! And happy turkey day!
( I danced myself out of the womb, Is it strange to dance so soon?, I danced myself into the tomb )
Cheers! |
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| Oh my, I nearly forgot... |
[Nov. 7th, 2006|11:42 pm] |
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| | "Saint of me" -Rolling Stones | ] |
HAPPY MORTAL BIRTHDAY BRAT PRINCE!!! |
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[Oct. 4th, 2006|08:06 pm] |
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| | "Moon Over Bourbon Street" -Sting | ] |
Happy birthday Anne Rice!!!!!
:D |
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| Vivamus mea Pookie, atque amemus |
[Oct. 1st, 2006|03:49 pm] |
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| | "Kiss Me" -Sixpence None The Richer (I know, so sue me) | ] |
Since Lilly has bumped me twice and since I am in an exceptionally good mood, I shall share my favorite poem of all time. It is written by Catullus and I shall try to translate it the best I can, but the real beauty lies in the latin. Nevertheless, if you don't understand the latin I think you will still enjoy it very much. (And by the way, Yes, Catullus's girlfriend is named Lesbia, and No, she is not a lesbian. History lesson: Lesbia is named after the island Lesbos, which is where the famous lesbian poet Sappho lived, hence why lesbians are called lesbians. By giving his girlfriend the pen name Lesbia, Catullus is simply paying tribute to Sappho.)
( Catullus's Carmen 5 ) |
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| Just Because... |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|11:22 pm] |
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| | "Say Goodbye" -The Dave Matthews Band | ] |
"There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying.
The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
Pick a nice day, it suggests, and try it.
The first part is easy.
All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and willingness not to mind that it's going to hurt.
That is, it's going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground.
Most people fail to miss the ground, and if they are really trying properly, the likelihood is that they will fail to miss it fairly hard.
Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.
One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally. It's no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won't. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else when you're halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it's going to hurt if you fail to miss it.
It is notoriously difficult to prise your attention away from these three things during the split second you have at your disposal. Hence most people's failure, and their eventual disillusionment with this exhilarating and spectacular sport.
If, however, you are lucky enough to have your attention momentarily distracted at the crucial moment by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs (tentacles, pseudopodia, according to phyllum and/or personal inclination) or a bomb going off in your vicinity, or by suddenly spotting an extremely rare species of beetle crawling along a nearby twig, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above it in what might seem to be a slightly foolish manner.
This is a moment for superb and delicate concentration.
Bob and float, float and bob.
Ignore all considerations of your own weight and simply let yourself waft higher.
Do not listen to what anybody says to you at this point because they are unlikely to say anything helpful.
They are most likely to say something along the lines of, 'Good God, you can't possibly be flying!'
It is vitally important not to believe them or they will suddenly be right.
Waft higher and higher."
-Douglas Adams, "The Hitch-Hikers Guide To The Galaxy" |
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[Sep. 11th, 2006|07:58 pm] |
And now, for what you all have been waiting for! That’s right, pictures from the Simon’s Rock Trip are finally here!!!
( Read more... )
There they are! Cheers! |
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