but I refuse to watch it because then I can pretty much find out who/what's going to win the Oscars and that just ruins the fun for me. I bet every year and I play clean and don't cheat :) 
Anyway, my sister and I came across a really cool breakdancing picture on my Facebook that I probably should not post on here for obvious reasons and were inspired to take a similar photo. Let's just say, sticks and stones MAY break my bones but breakdancing WILL break my bones. 

I don't know why I always voluntarily subject myself to so much ridicule, but I mean look at that face. I can write an entire review about it. 10/10

So I realized I always have really great story ideas right before going to bed, on the toilet, during the middle of an AP Government lecture, while watching a movie, any many many other random times. Those ideas ironically never come when I actually take time off the day to think of some. Partly inspired by the Woody Allen doc when Woody said that he writes down all his ideas down on scraps of paper by hand, I decided to carry around a stack of hole punched index cards to write down whatever ideas come to my head at anytime. It's in my school backpack, purse, pocket, you name it. I never seem to have any coherent, holistic narrative ideas but I always have these great ideas for a specific scene or a really general one without any other details. Like, I thought of this pretty cool idea the other day, which I wrote down as, "What if the person you love is evil?". So like the main character would be a girl and she discovers that the one she loves is a Neo-Nazi or something like that. Or like a mother finds out that her son is a hit man. And this is more of a technical thing, but how cool would it be if I had a split screen of two people talking about the same person except capturing two completely different aspects and the person they're talking about is in the middle in front of the split screen reacting to what they're saying? I actually drew this one out, hah. Anyway this is what I spend most my spare time doing on top of djing on turntable.fm of course. I'm 50 points away from 3k points, woohoo!

Here are some screenshots from the short film I'm working on with Hannah!

Cinematography by me of course. 

Are you gonna stare all day little doggie, or are you gonna jump? 

Thanks for sleeping on my clothes all the time and making them smell like you, therefore making me smell like you. I haven't gone on a date in almost 2 and a half years and maybe me smelling like you has something to do with it. I understand that you don't want me to date since you want to keep my unconditional love all for yourself. Aren't you a cute litte mischievous puppy! Not really a puppy anymore, but I wish you were booooooo :((((

but I realized I took some city scenery shots for my movie! Not the greatest quality because I screenshotted all of these pictures from my video. 

What a week! Honestly, I walked more in that week than I did in the last nearly 18 years that I've spent living. So this is a ferris wheel right outside the Louvre and the fairground up close was incredibly worn down and empty but hey, it looked pretty from afar. Never got to ride it, but I'm too hardcore for a ferris wheel anyway. Going back to Paris, holy Jesus does everyone smoke. Out of the many new found appreciations I had for San Diego, one was definitely good air and healthy lifestyle. 

There was a line for waiting. This here is my mother and I waiting to get some ice cream! When I got to the front, I could not read the menu at all and the ones I could manage to figure out on my own were "fruit de passion" and "banane". Everything else looked like ohaehooera, (Uhu*$S, !BIug@@, vghaeu to me. So the third member of the family and the most unfortunate, myself, had to just go with my sixth sense and pick a random one and what looked like coffee turned out to be ginger flavor. YUCK! Mom and I switched and my god, the passion fruit one was amazing. 

Paris doesn't turn dark until about 10 PM so I lost track of time all the time. What appeared to be 5 here was 9 there and I have to say that was one of my favorite things about the city. Didn't get to go up the Eiffle Tower or anything crazy like that, but I did get pretty damn close to it. It's just a big metal thing really. I hear the French people really hated it when they first received it back in the days. 

My feet were hurting so bad the day we went to the Orangerie museum that I discreetly removed my shoes for a short time being. Bad idea! Excuse me for the bad censoring but I proceeded to take of my pants as soon as I got back to my hotel. Paris was scorching! But now that I'm back, jee I miss Paris weather. It is inhumanely hot in here, why??

The Versailles Palace was crazy! I personally much preferred sightseeing the gardens because it was way too stuffy indoors and there were a lot of annoying Korean tourists, lol. I still think I could've gotten that 5 on my AP Art History exam had I gone to my trip before, but hey I'm not about to cry over spilled beer. Anyway, this was the famous Hall of Mirrors and the guy must have been filthily rich to make such a glamorous place for himself. And, I love how photos show up on Weebly! 

Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had. “The Great Gatsby” – F. Scott Fitzgerald 

Separated by stretching miles, both of them squared their shoulders and lifted their eyes toward heaven. “Why We Can’t Wait” – Martin Luther King Jr. 

They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. “Declaration of Independence” – Thomas Jefferson

The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long.  - Author Unknown 

Who knows what he thinks? “Living Like Weasels” – Annie Dillard