wild thing, you make my heart sing

Last night I saw "Where the Wild Things Are". A movie review, how quaint! Allow me to describe for your the sheer fantasticality that I witnessed in the span of just under two hours.

To be honest, "Where the Wild Things Are" was never really one of my favorite books growing up. I know it touched quite a few people in its day, but I was more of a Berenstein Bears kind of girl. Despite this, the movie was superb (a word my Planning teacher likes to use a lot, scrawled out at the corner of my poster assignments. Used to much it has been reduced to a level of redundancy. What does it mean now? Alright. You did alright). It was beautifully filmed, and entirely true to life. I think everyone watching could relate to it. Max lied--why did he lie? You know why. If you were he, you would've lied too.

The beginning showed stunning reality with graphic shots of the little boy's face crumpling as tears spilled down his cheeks. Cue confrontation, and then the monsters. The Wild Things themselves were genius. I was particularly pleased and surprised at how real they were, and how wild. They weren't just a bunch of big, hairy, hug machines. They genuinely wanted to eat him. There were several tenuous, almost scary moments where their wildness really came out. Where you weren't sure if everyone would live to the next dirt clod war or not. More or less, they were people, and had issues just like the rest of us. They, of course, could rip off each others arms...

Over all a beautiful movie. And that's all I have to say.

stuff we missed

NO! This is not the end! This blog will not die! I refuse.

Life is busy, as life almost always is. A few exciting things that have gone on recently include:

• We Day 2009 --so jealous of anyone who made it there! The Dalai Lama, K'naan, Jesse West, are you kidding me?!
• Charlieissocoollike -- Okay, so not really an even, but still extremely awesome. Check out his youtube channel by the same way. Like, cool.
• ARROW Magazine --Haven't heard of it? Yeah, you and the rest of the world. That will change, however! It's a school magazine some of my friends and I have started. Check us out in blog form. I linked the "us". Hell yes.
• Nanowrimo -- Hasn't actually started yet (and won't until November first), but man have I done extensive PREP! All basically pointless, but definitely fun. Considering writing a kind of nuvo-Nancy-Drew mystery, after shooting down two other smancy ideas.
• Thanksgiving! --it's today and tomorrow (tomorrow for me, being the day of turkey dinner, oh how I've missed you!) so roll up your sleeves and channel some THANKS!

Take a deep breath, you guys. More posts to come very very soon. You see those leaves on the trees? Stained fiery reds and yellows, burning like the sun, lame metaphors and all. It's October, and it's going to rock.

Love,
Erika

lists

art things to remember:

Music saved me from sports
Your kung-fu is shit
Deviantart password
mourning-november

things to look up:

Only four seasons
Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
city of glass
nouvelle vague
Joseph D'Anvers
the last Olympian
unvollendete
the hunger games
I thought I had died - the War
Canadian Parents For French

things to make:

spaghetti with eggplant, zuchini, and meat tomato sauce, plus eat it with chopsticks
cinnamon pancakes to be layered with blueberry sauce, whipped cream, and sprinkled cinnamon before serving

things to do:

pick paint for my room
paint my room
decide on cat name
get a cat
find furniture
go to the dump
fix up 'studio'
divide books in half
move out
swim loads
look into Quebec exchanged
write my arrow stuff
work on chasing julian
edit April's character
come up with six good characters

chapter one

Chapter One:

In which we find our young heroine enjoying her first almost full day in the big city, and not wasting a moment of it.

I'm very much so to make this statement true. I will make the most of my time in Prague, and I will live it up to the best of my ability, especially since I don't know when I'll be here next. Three years, at the least, I'd say. I'll see you then, dearest Praha. From the Charles Bridge to the Old Town, to Katka's apartment, to everything else. Show me everything you've got.

End chapter one. Stop.

my sky, your storm

FLASH before my eyes
my life, your lightning.
my love, it's frightening.

do you want a picture, or a cookie?

I thought I should give anyone who sees this a nice little visual reward. Aren't we all just caught up in our different ribbons. Would you prefer a picture, or a cookie? Good dog.

all my czech

I've been reading Jane Austen, whose writing is making my own dreadfully formal and proper. It's a shame, really, as I much preferred the old, casual, bad English that I used to practice. English is one thing, but Czech is a whole other (see that smooth transition? Now that is quality)!

The Czech words I know, a list by Erika Loggin

Ahoj - hello
Dobry den - good day
Mam se dobre - I'm good
Ja taky - me too
Jahoda - strawberry
Zmrzlina - ice cream
Tak - so
Tady - here
Jsem - I am
To je - it is
To neni - it isn't
Pravda - true
Legrace - funny
Bezva - very good
Zmatek - a mess
Nahoda - a coincidence
V poradku - Okay
V - in
S - with
Maslo - butter
Chleba - bread
Houska - bun
Syr - cheese
Caj - tea
Kava - coffee
Krava - cow
Pes - dog
Nebo - or
Ale - but
Nevin - I don't know
Nerozumim - I don't understand
Rozumim - I understand
Cesky - Czech
Anglicky - English

I think there might be a few more, but without the use of accents hardly anything is understandable anyways. I should wear a big sign on my back saying "PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN CONVERSATION". Psh, as if I could learn how to say that.