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Madeline Scissorhands
17 April 2007 @ 01:17 am
Things that are ruining the world:
The Cheetah Girls

that's all I can think of, actually.
Oh and the fact that when Anna Nicole Smith dies the world wants to buy her dirty underwear and when Kurt Vonnegut dies you hardly hear a thing about it. 

Then there's something so wrong yet somehow so beautifully right: Flavor of Love and every spin-off it spawns.
 
 
Madeline Scissorhands
28 March 2007 @ 09:06 am
So this guy painted an awesome mural on the wall next to spiderhouse... and it had all of these amazing references like kodos (or kang, hard to tell which) from the simpsons and nightmare before christmas and the little cloud guy from the rejected cartoons video and one flew over the coocoo's nest and star wars and holy grail and howel's moving castle... and just really great movies/shows. So I wanted the artists to know I thought they were amazing so I left a little post it note on the wall telling them so. And, well... read this short article...
http://www.austinist.com/archives/2007/03/27/i_luv_video_to_move_down_the_street.php
 
 
Madeline Scissorhands
22 March 2007 @ 09:26 am
I'm not even kidding, if you look on wikipedia, this is Akon's full name:

Aliaune Damala Bouga Time Puru Nacka Lu Lu Lu Badara Akon Thiam



The Lu Lu Lu is really what gets me.
 
 
Madeline Scissorhands
15 March 2007 @ 07:27 am
I just  woke up from a nightmare. I was in a very lifelike version of my exact room, lying in bed trying to sleep but  I kept being dragged up by my hands to standing position... and whenever I tried to lay still I just kept being moved and messed with, and when I looked in my closet there was a freaky girl who yelled at me saying she was doing it and that she would keep haunting me because she hated me for doing something bad to her parents... or something. So I flew through the ceiling up to heaven and I found God there but he was llike a human-sized wormlike ugly creature with stitches all over his face and scary eyes and green skin and he told me that the girl was even too scary for him and everyone in heaven hated me and there was nothing I could do. I am so glad I woke up.
 
 
Madeline Scissorhands
10 March 2007 @ 07:22 am

"The Frog Princess is an animated film currently in development by Walt Disney Feature Animation. It will be the first traditionally animated (2-D) feature film in Disney's animated features canon since 2004's Home on the Range
The film will be an American fairy tale musical set in New Orleans during the 1920s Jazz Age, and the leading character, Maddy, will be the first black Disney princess.
Ron Clements and John Musker, directors of successful 2D Disney films Aladdin and The Little Mermaid, will be writing and directing. 
The film promises to return to the Broadway-style musical in the likes of the successful Disney animated films such as Walt's classics, and Disney's musical rennisance of the late '80s and all of the '90s."


FINALLY.
I thought disney musicals had died.

 
 
 
Madeline Scissorhands
03 March 2007 @ 01:20 pm
Jizz  
I started my first day at Giss's today and Ashley freaking Hardy was my little happy angel. Without her it would have been horrible Schlotzsky's training all over again. I'll be glad to finally have my own hard earned money again. 

I am on day 6 of feeling like shit. I don't know what is wrong with me. I keep getting a fever and then not having a fever later that day and then getting one again at night and then not having it in the morning. I think I might be about to implode or something. I cough and wheeze and feel nausiated and groggy all day. HELP. 

Blah.
 
 
Madeline Scissorhands
02 March 2007 @ 11:17 am
On the "I'm Really Sick And Can't Eat" diet, I lost 8 pounds super fast!




No really, I did. I am so hungry. I want to eat. Achoo.
 
 
feeling: tiredill
 
 
Madeline Scissorhands
25 February 2007 @ 04:49 pm



New York looks just like Janice from the muppet band.

 
 
Madeline Scissorhands
I understand why they say High School never ends
 
 
sound: incubus
 
 
Madeline Scissorhands
12 February 2007 @ 11:30 pm
This is a message for every zales, de beers, kay jewelers, whitmans chocolate, hallmark, pajama care package (???), victoria's secret and any other ads coming on right now...

FUCK YOU.

Every kiss does NOT begin with Kay. Maybe you don't realize how shallow that is, but it's the same as saying a woman will only love you if you buy her a new expensive shiny rock every february, birthday, christmas, easter, grandparents day and groundhogs day. I'm sick of the chocolate commercials with "real life anecdotes" by "real life people off the street" saying things like "Oh honey if he don't get me chocolate on valentine's day he sleepin' on the couch!" Who are you? Are you serious? Do people like that exist? 
And okay you beautiful fucking foreign models, I couldn't give less of a fuck about your first kiss. It wouldn't be as bad if you weren't telling me while you're in your fucking $200 one-foot of lingirie. I don't care that your teeth clicked together the first time! Oh heeeheee that makes me relate to you because it means you're human! NO you're not fucking human, your a goddamn veela and I don't ever want to look at you again. 
Zales, am I to be led to believe that I won't have a long life with my husband worth looking back on unless he shells out 6 months paycheck on a fucking see-through stone every year? Thank you for ruining a song that was one very near and dear to mine and many other girls' hearts. 1000 Miles used to remind me of a girl on a happy traveling piano and a song about true love but now it just reminds me of WHORISH CONSUMERISM.
I don't know for sure, but I believe that Valentine's Day may have once stood for love, a bond, an eternal flame kept secretly between you and another. But now all it means is COME BUY CRAP FOR YOUR LOVED ONE THAT IS WORTH 1/1,000 OF WHAT YOU PAY FOR IT. Oh and those of you with no one to celebrate this glorious holiday with, just spend the first month and a half of the year crying/gagging into your pillow every time you walk by the painted-entirely-red section of HEB. Quick, come get your HALMARK! No really, come get it. If it's not Halmark they'll know and they'll hate you. That's what the commercials always blatantly said, anyway. If you give them a home-made coupon for a night of intimate pampering but you DON'T get them a cliche, bland heart-shaped box of confectionaries... BRING A PILLOW INTO THE LIVING ROOM, MOTHAFUCKA!
Call me bitter. Do it. I am bitter, I'm the first to admit it. Could be that it has something to do with my 19-straight years of having no valentine. But something tells me that even when I'm married with grandchildren I'll still gag at the sight of fucking "be mine" candy hearts.