A Big Star Rises

Today I watched the movie Boogie Nights.
At first, I was skeptical, but my friend promised that any combination of Marky Mark, 70's porno, and gay bashing had to be at least somewhat entertaining. As usual, she was right. Although originally I would've secretly preferred Vanilla Ice to star in the movie, I've got to commend Marky on a really good performance. Although not one of my top 10, I did like watching it, certain parts were pretty intense and although I can't personally relate to the situations, seeing as I'm not a crackwhore, prostitute, pornstar, nor was I alive during the 70's, I really got into it.
Anywhoo, it had just the right mix of the gore, drama, and T&A. But, the best scene for me had to be the last shot, which is basically what inspired me to give my amateur film review. Its after all the dramatic tear-jerking crap happens when "Dirk Diggler", the main character pulls out his shlong for one last "you're a big star" mantra session. Whoa. Now, I'll say it, I've viewed enough "adult material" in my life to know what an average male sex organ is supposed to look like. From the Pam and Tommy Lee movie to even some of Ron Jeremy's stuff (before he was quite so hefty). And let me repeat, whoa. I'm sure the flash of his member was supposed to hold some higher meaning, all relevant to the theme of the film and all that bullshit, but all I could think was "Whoa...thats one hell of a stage prop". At first I thought it must have been prosthetic, all that Hollywood glamour and such, but after talking it over with my mom, she made me realize it was just probably a stunt double, or rather, dick double (not funny, I know).

So, yeah. Again, not the most captivating subject matter, but if nothing else, at least this ramble will convince you to go to the Blockbuster nearest you and dish out too much money for a not-so-great movie.

Intellectual Impotence

The great Salvador Dali once said "I am in a constant state of intellectual erection."

Well, apparently, Sal never had Mrs. Hafner for period 5/6 physics.
I know every high school student either loves high school (God knows why) or considers it closely resembling that of HELL.
I'll let you guess which end of the spectrum I find myself on.

Anyway, every day I just manage to get through each period without a) falling off my chair when I happen to doze off during the lesson b) knocking all of the books off my desk and onto me in the process and c) proceed in hitting the desk next to me, causing the same book-tumbling effect.

However, today, after falling into my usual unconscious state in physics, I managed to accomplish all three of the above. Yes, I am a genius. And yes, I am an asshole.

I blame most of this on the gripping material; not many can resist paying attention to the power of vectors for 45 straight minutes, but I manage to do it. Plus, the monotone drone of the teacher doesn't really keep me that attentive if the fact that I just really couldn't give less of a shit about who Newton was and what his second law is all about.

So, yeah. All in all, physics/high school suck, my classmates probably think I'm a clumsy narcoleptic, and Dali was wrong. That's about it.