Back when I first started seeing trailers for this movie, maybe around May? I was kind of disappointed because too many of my favorite books have been ruined in movie form. But as I've learned more about it, I've decided that it's totally impossible for this movie not to be amazing like everyone is anticipating it's going to be. For one, it's produced by Spike Jonze. Someone with such an awesome name will obvious make an awesome movie. And, Maurice Sendak, the author of the book, was consulted tons while the movie was being shot and says that it's more than he could ever dream of. AND, Max Records, who plays Max, is adorable. AND, the soundtrack was writen by Karen O.
I'm so happy I could cry. I hope I get a chance to see this at some point this weekend, preferable tonight. Now I'm going to go eat yummy Lebanese food and then get told how much worse my eyes have gotten in a year.
You know what are great? Hedgehogs. The other day I was forced unpack some boxes left over from when me moved (um five years ago) and I came across a bunch of my old picture books. My favorite was this one (tell me yours, too!): Reading over it made me feel so nostalgic, I really have so many happy memories about this book. I asked my parents to get me drums for probably three birthdays in a row, and when they didn't, I banged on pots and pans so I could be like my 'friends' from the book. And when I went on walks in the woods, I used to always go "Do you think there are any hedgehogs here? Do you think I'll see HARRY? Harry is my favorite! Listen, if I snap this pine cone a bit, that's music! I could be in the band, couldn't I?"
Most days I don't like growing up.
Edit: After Nicky's comment, I remembered something else. My parents are both fluent in russian and used to call me yosh, which means hedgehog. Or yoshie baby. SEE? So many memories.
As promised, I made my fort last night! I basically rounded up random stuff, some with sentimental value and some without, and hung it in between two sheets over my bed. It took forever but I think it was so worth it. I guess technically, this is more of a tent than a fort. But it serves the same purpose. I stayed up late last night, listening to Eisley and Beirut, and reading The Secret Life of Houdini, and just thinking. I was tired, but didn't want to fall asleep because I didn't want to lose that feeling of being safe in my little hideaway. My corner of the universe. I spent my whole morning there too. My parents don't understand why, but I think I'll leave it up for a while longer. I like thinking that everything I need to escape from the world for a little while can fit between two sheets and a wall.
The other day on The Rockstar Diaries, I learned about The Wild Things' Fort contest. And then that lead me to the fort project from Kelly Burgess photography. Now I've got lots of inspiration to build my own fort, so I'll have a distraction while I'm anticipating the movie.
Today is a good day. A couple hours ago I asked this guy I like and who I think likes me back to homecoming. I almost died of what-if syndrome before I asked him, but then he said "Of course!"
Fantastic. I need a dress! I want a purple one that I can wear pearls with. I can't stop smiling. Ahaaaa. I've been trying to listen to mellow-ish music to calm me down, maybe this one will work?
The weather in Maryland has been pretty bipolar since autumn started a few weeks ago- either ridiculously hot and humid, or freezing cold and rainy. It was perfect out this weekend though, the way fall is supposed to be, which got me in the mood for taking lots of pictures.
Baking pumpkin scones
Eating said scones with chamomile
Apple picking!
Random package from my grandma. warm cardigan, and creepy/cute bunny pin?
Farmer's market
Daddio's birthday (I was sooo proud of myself for that decorating job)
Ohhhh how I love fall. I hope this weather lasts until my birthday in a few weeks. I'm thinking I want to take a few of my friends camping. Have a campfire, eat s'mores, sleep (or not) in a tent, all that jazz.
Wassup blogger friendz! Thanks for such a warm welcome into blog land. Didn't expect that I'd get so many comments so soon.
Every time my field hockey team has a game, we decide on a theme to dress as during the school day to generate some school spirit. In the past we've done black-out (all black in case you couldn't guess), boys, cats, etc. And today's game we decided on mismatched. I was SO excited because it meant I got to wear tons of over the top attention grabbing clothes. Here's what I wore (ignore gross morning face): Two shirts, red tank top, gray jeans, red and black plaid boots, wood flower necklace, and some rainbow bracelets circa third grade. Oh! And my favorite brooch that you can't really see in this picture: His name is Mista Funktastic Hippo. Notice it's Mista, call him Mister and I'll have to hate you for not implying his full funk power. Then when I got to school I decided I was still matching too much so I had to put my field hockey skirt on too. My team attracted quite a few stares in the hallway.
And noooo, we didn't win our game. The school we played is about evenly matched with our skill, so I was expecting that I'd be able to tell people that we won by 4 or something. But one of our best scorers was sick, and then another slipped and twisted her ankle on the field and couldn't play. And our goalie sucks because she never comes to practice or listens to any advice we give her. We tried so so hard but we lost 1-0. AHHHHHHHH. We were supposed to win! I could seriously cry. Or kill someone.
To calm myself down I'm going to listen to this song a million times. Remedy by Little Boots.
It's working, I must get up and dance now! No more poison killing my emotions!
xxx Kiki
Edit: The way that the video juts out into the sidebar is annoying the bejesus out of me! I must figure out how to make my center column wider. Hm.
I'm a quirky fifteen year old who loves words, whimsy and also other things that don't start with w. I eat ice cream when it's freezing outside and wish on 11:11s. I've got a lot to learn, but a lot of time too.
