Winter Windows.

Happy birthday Jason…REVAMPED.

Friday the 13th

It wasn’t that good, so I wouldn’t recommend seeing it, reading this will be enough.

Basic plot summary: A group of your average irresponsible teens go vacationing alone in the woods. Drinks are served, pot is smoked, sex is had and Jason is mad that he can’t get laid, so he kills everyone. (Note: The real reason is that as a boy, Jason drowned in crystal lake due to the negligence of the teenage counselors, he now haunts camp crystal lake)

As in most horrors, the characters are picked off one by one, starting with the ditzy couple that goes boating. 

They both get shot in the head with arrows. They are no longer important to the film.

Jason: 2   Campers: 0

Moving on to the next scene, the next scene is really just a lot of sex, drugs, booze and “lulzy” moments brought to you by an Asian with a good sense of humor (Chewie), a black man who likes to smoke pot (Lawrence) and your average Caucasian teenage male with anger issues (Trent). This scene ends with Trent and Bree having sex, while Lawrence smokes. While the Chewie goes to find tools to fix the chair he broke, Jason watches Trent and co. have hot, degrading sex. We can assume he is jealous, so he takes his anger out on the doomed soul in the tool shed. We know what happens next.

Jason: 3 Campers: 0

Also, like your average horror, the suspense shots are all the same: Victim creeps slowly through a darkened hallway, and pulls back a curtain to eerie dramatic music, they find nothing, but the killer happens to be standing right behind them, and is introduced with an outrageously overused “DU-DUM”. Which is exactly what happened repeatedly throughout the film, same old, same old. On top of that not even 30 minutes into the film, a quarter of the group is dead. Can you imagine that happening more than twice in 30 minutes? Not very scary. *The shots used in Friday the 13^th are almost exactly the same as the shots used in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, both were made by the same people. *

Meanwhile, Clay and Jenna are wandering around camp Crystal Lake, looking for clay’s missing sister, Whitney. They see Jason wandering around with a dead body, and they decide to run back to their friends to warn them. 

Back at the ranch, Jenna and Clay return to find that Chewie has gone out to the shed alone, they call the police and everyone is in a general panic, Lawrence decides it is his duty to find his friend, and foolishly leaves the house. 

Jason: 4 Campers: 0

After the remaining campers realize that their friends are dead and their lives are in danger, they decide to take drastic action. By calling the police again and scattering around the house. After a while of useless dialogue and more panicked floundering, the policeman shows up and promptly is stabbed through the eye. Jason is letting them know: This is serious business.

Jason: 5 Campers: 0

The dead policeman sends everyone into frenzy; the campers wander farther away from each other, all for no really good reason, except Trent who grabs a gun. Bree is quickly dispatched by being stabbed through the neck with a coat hanger, what a way to go. When the rest of them finish shooting her dead body a few times for good measure, [not kidding] they make a run for the cop’s car. Finding it locked, they run into the woods, because running into the woods is never used in a horror film.

Jason: 6 Campers: 0

Jason, with his magical ability to be exactly where his next victim is, despite the large distance between them, finds Trent and impales him on the back of a truck, while the truck driver watches, clearly unaffected.

Jason: 7 Campers: 0

Jenna and Clay run back to camp Crystal Lake and stumble upon Whitney, Clay’s missing sister. They free her and run into Jason, who has teleported back to his layer. Queue chase scene. Jenna gets stabbed through the chest.

Jason: 8 Campers: 0

The end of this movie comes when Whitney repeatedly distracts Jason with the same tactic. “Jason!” while she holds up a locket. After a brief scuffle Jason is killed.

Jason: 8 Campers: 1

 The film ends with Whitney and Clay sitting on the dock, they toss Jason’s body into the lake, along with the hockey-mask and locket. All is quiet.

Until Jason leaps up through the dock and grabs Whitney.

Jason: 9  Campers: -1

Victor: Jason

This movie might have earned some more stars in my eyes if there had been a little more creativity. The death scenes were pretty good, but there wasn’t any emotion behind them. I feel like I’ve seen this movie in every horror film I have ever watched. Example: Hostages, corny music, running into the woods, kids alone in a cabin…ECT. The final verdict:

Movie: 1 star

DISCLAIMER: Thanks to Oriana for pointing out the “ *’s ”.

A pause for poetry.

“Si Tu Me Olvidas”
Quiero que sepas
una cosa.

Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe:
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.

Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.

Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en esa día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.

Pero
si cada día,
cada hora,
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable,
si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.
                         

If You Forget Me                        
  I want you to know
one thing. 

You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 

Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 

If suddenly 
you forget me 
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 

If you think it long and mad, 
the wind of banners 
that passes through my life, 
and you decide 
to leave me at the shore 
of the heart where I have roots, 
remember 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 

But 
if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me all that fire is repeated, 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms 
without leaving mine. 

- PABLO NERUDA

Good news~

MY GPA IS A ‘B”!!!

YYYEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!

Just wanted to put that out there.

Swimming Tigers

Today was Portfolio day at DASH! :D  I drowned in a sea of bliss because the Sophmores (us) got to go and look at all of the work the Juniors put out. [We didn’t see the senior work :(] A lot of art colleges were there, like MICA, RISD, CALART, Pacific Northwest, Ringling, FIU,….ECT. it was truly an awesome experience. seeing all of the work that the juniors had done, I felt really excited and inspired, I think i’ll start painting more on canvas and just paper. I think by far my favorite art was by Lauren R. and Carla. All of the sophmores stood and stared in awe at Lauren’s work. After wandering around the gallery for god-knows-how-long, I met up with Oriana and we proceeded to grab as many college brochures and flyers as possible and then run. The Ringling brochure is a book. Really, it is. I’m going to try to get on the fieldtrip the Seniors and Juniors are taking to Ringling in March, I really want to see it, I’ve heard a lot of great things about it. :D So today was pretty cool.

and on a political note:   Some Good things That have Changed Since The Election Of Barack Obama:

. President Obama signed executive orders to close Guantanamo Bay

.  Torture techniques such as waterboarding have been banned.

. Embryonic Stem Cell research has been approved.

Fake (fake) I’m not awake, it ain’t my fault you can’t relate. - MSI

Circling, vultures picking at dry bones

harsh cries ripping from their throats as they strike at each other

throwing up dust and feathers

splitting the air with their fighting

scratching, dashing blood on the ground

in threadbare silence

the lizards and mice watch

as the predators, the gods of their sky

turn instead to each other to kill

each strangled voice scatters the creatures farther from each other

not knowing who to cheer on in the fight

not knowing if they should run

this has gone on for years

now rain drowns the deserts in her torrents

 as lightning tears the sky, roaring 

and the vultured fight on

“never give up!”

they shout

they are weary

sick of each other and the eternal battle

they long for escape

but no

“never give up”

they continue

Dive, Dive, Dive!

Turns out I aced my Bio exam! :D  *celebrates*

To celebrate this small victory, i ate a taco for dinner and had a very refreshing, very

deep conversation about the nature of life and reality with my good friend Donovan.

In all honesty, there is nothing better to perk up your day than re-realizing that life is

meaningless! This, is not as depressing as it sounds.

…tbc