The Kingdom's Scroll aka VK's mindless Blog
Saw III is gay up the butt
Why. Oh why? Two amazing films that I adore and watch almost every day when I get home from school are ruined. All because of stupid saw 3. What a load of tripe. I've been waiting a whole damn year for this and it sucked balls so badly, I was nearly in tears at the end. Good God, it was awful.
The worst offence was killing Amanda. She's my favorite character, and unfortunately she's one of those 'Strong-but-actually-vulnerable-trying-to-make-it-in-a-mad-world-and-suffering-from-Persephone-syndrome' characters that I fall so hard for. It's not good to emotionally invest yourself in a character (especially in a horror movie) but I did it. Woe is me, she turned into a whiny brat at the end.
The whole problem is her relationship with John. She's suffering from Persephone syndrome, but she gives in much to quick. She gives him what he wants, an adoring follower, much too quickly. In the classic tales of Persephone syndrome, the heroine retains her dignity and doesn't give into the anti-hero/villain right away. She keeps strong, and that makes the anti-hero/villain fall deeply in love with her because she is her own woman even if it's a weepy, flawed woman. In this case, John isn't impressed by her quick transition to 'life in the underworld', so he is quick to drop her. Damn. They had the best story of the whole damn series.
I didn't even care about the other game going on.
It sucked soooooooooo badly. Jeez. Way to ruin my two favorite movies, assholes. Leigh, when I see you in February I'm going to scream at you. Lol.
Saw 3 was gay up the butt. Don't see it.
October 6th
I'm in second period right now, Java class. We haven't learned much yet but whatever. I rarely ever do live blogs, but I am now, instead of musing blogs which I much prefer. I'm waiting for Lindsay since we're supposed to go to the mall after school. I haven't seen her. Gah. Well, just felt like updating. Up up and away.
School
Well. It sucks. In a lot of ways.
I mean, I'm happy to be back and see my friends. God knows I missed them sooooooooooo much. But another part hates to be back at school. It's so gai. Half our school is gone.
My friend Steph left us to go to college, and the best memories I have of her are walking down the hallway to the courtyard. Both the hallway and courtyard are gone now. It feels like she's gone.
The second half of the day isn't bad. I could skate easily. It's the first half that crushes me.
A dissapointment and a relief.
It's a strange condition
I have a new addiction and a confession to make. I <333333 the 2005 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I don't know why either, it's not that good. Just... addicting. I'm starting to love the MJ-esque Wonka. Oh no... but here is my current desktop ...
See? Well yeah. Just had to get that out of my system.
Fanlisting Insanity
Well if you haven't seen my collective it's ::here::. Anywho, I recently applied for, count this, 10 listings all at once. Zomfg.
Among these are three Saw listings (Amanda, Lawrence/Adam, Amanda/John), a Jewish men listing, the 77 number listing, and more. Zomfg.
I've gone completely insane. Once school and work start how am I going to have the time for that??
Idk. ♥ - VK
Sawcons. aka Saw Avatars
The Rocky Horror Saw Show and My Fandom is very confused. Oh yes they are. w00t. I lurve them. More Sawcons on the way my pretties.
Interesting Livejournal Entry
I recently found this on my ill-fated livejournal. Haha, it's quite amusing. It's archived from May 20, 2006.
Well, last night was nothing short of amazing.
I went over Michelle's house after school, and we watched a bunch of parodies online. You know, the usual.
After about seventeen speaker phone calls with Grant and Justin we decided to go to the mall and see the Da Vinci code at 5:45. So, me and Michelle go, take picture with the Da Vinci poster (we put our heads were Audrey Tautou's is, so it looked like we were with Tom Hanks, hehe). Then we met up with this kid Dan and went to friendley's. It gets interesting from here.
After getting fries, strawberry shortcake and blues (rasperry sprites), my friend had to comment that my ice cream looked like an aborted foetus (which it did). This..erm...guy next to us kept looking at us. Not knowing this Michelle screamed "Your mother sucks cocks in hell!" at Dan, and the guy next to us is staring hard. Then, she goes "Quit inpregnating me with your smurf sperm!" Now the guy is laughing. Oh, it was creepy.
So we go to the Da Vinci code, and are in awe of the self mutilation going on in that movie. Grant is late but the rest of us are there, and he calls, saying his car just stopped in the middle of the street mid traffic. When he does get there, he informs us that there are hundreds of protestors outside. Great. So the movie goes on, it's good, and we all do our little theatre nuances as usual (we have to do an Evey hand raise at the end of every movie, haha). Then upon leaving, we see the last remaining protestors. Great.
There are free booklets that are pro movie on a bench so we pick them up. One of them gets thrown at a protestor, and suddenly there are cops everywhere and Michelle is almost arrested. He says we are 'solicitating' and takes the books away. I managed to steal one, lol. So, the night ends on a strange note.
Yeah. Just felt like sharing. ♥
Here's some Silas icons. Because I can.
hehe, I lurve him ♥
And so ends the weirdest post of the year. W00t.
My Imaginary Son
WARNING: if you do not have a sense of humor, do not read this. You will be offended.
As strange as this sounds, I have an imaginary son. It's not like an imaginary friend, I mean I don't sit there and go, "Oh look what he's doing!", because he only exists in my mind, as a ficticious fantasy. I must explain the back story. You see, I calculated the days since May 26, 2003 as my date of conception. Why you say? It goes back farther than that. The whole reason it started was because I had a dream a few nights before an AFI concert and it was at a carnival of some sort. Davey Havok was there, and there was this adorable little boy on his shoulders. I kept thinking, god that's a cute kid. He had wavy black hair that was longish and hung around his ears, Like this ,and a broad face, and was wearing a black tshirt and chucks. I didn't know why he was on Davey Havok of all people's shoulders, because I have never had a dream about him, or AFI. Aside from being o_O about the dream, something told me this was Davey's actual kid and not just his nephew, or a kid he was watching, or just a random kid. But then he looked at me and went, "He's your's too."
o_O ... O_O
So, pretty much, in this dream I and Davey Havok were parents of this adorable little boy. Now, I went to two AFI shows within 10 days of each other. This was 2003 Davey, back in his Sing the Sorrow days. Not my favorite Davey, but that was the Davey I got to enjoy at the time. The dream was still with me and I was still freaked out (Keep in mind I was 13, going on 14 in a few weeks at this point). So, I said, what if, by some bizarre freak occurance, I should actually have Davey's child and fulfil the bizarre dream prophecy? That got me thinking. The concert came and went, I was in the front row. Davey looked at me a few times, I smiled at him, didn't really see his reaction as I began looking to Jade and Hunter now. Oh, my sister kept pointing at him. That was embarassing. Anywho, concert came and went and so did the summer. By around September I was in 9th grade, a new high schooler, ready for the world. I remembered the odd dream, and calculated the date. If I had conceived on May 26, an exact nine months later would be February 26, 2004. The birth of my (imaginary) son. February came and I, as a joke, named the baby. Jeremy Robert Marchand. I should've made up a birth certificate for laughs, but didn't. So, little Jeremy would be about two years and five months now. In the dream, I couldn't really discern the age, but he seemed to be somewhere around 2 to 5 years old.
Sometimes I wonder if that is a real kid, somewhere, or if I will ever meet him. He seemed so real, maybe part of me wants to believe he's real. I've thought once my nephew Ethan was born he would grow into Jeremy, but I don't think so. (Besides, what's the Davey Havok connection?) Maybe Jeremy, after all, really was just a dream, he never was and never will be. But that saddens me.
On a note to Davey Havok - I'm so sorry Davey. It's not like I wanted to bear your child! (Well...I mean I would, you seem like a genuinely nice guy but you know what I mean). Why it was you who came to me as the father of my child, I have no clue. I am deeply, deeply sorry for this whole thing (do I sound like a girl 'oopsing' her significant other?). Believe me, I am no obsessed fan, merely someone who appreciates your voice, and I did not ask for this. Anyway, does he actually have a kid? Is there a possibility I saw his kid and him? Like I said, I want to believe Jeremy is real somewhere. Oh, and I made up that birth certificate just for laughs. This is the Birth Certificate
Davey Havok Defenders - Do not flame me. This is just for fun. It's my own stupid idea. So stop before you do it, you freaks! Besides, you should leave the man alone. He's just a muscular, vocal vegan for cripe's sake.
Can I say one more thing?
Now I'm looking over Davey Havok websites. I haven't really given him much thought in the past few years since my AFI addiction ended and I only think of him when I think of Jeremy. However, looking at these pictures is making me nostalgic. I don't know if you ever saw the movie The Heart of Me (good one, by the way), but when Dinah sees Rickie again it rekindles all those old feelings and she's saying, "I still love you!" as he's dragging her out because she's been out of his life and doesn't belong in it anymore? I feel like that. Like I have moved on from AFI, and I'm being dragged away from them, and screaming "I still love you!" and meaning it, and wanting so bad for them to come back. But jeez, that was almost four years ago.
Wow. Haha, that almost sounded deep. But not really.
The Great MMcon7 Lamenting
Okay, I have found this and it is amazingly opiate induced love -
*Jaw Drops* *Drools*
Oh My Goodness..
So, onto why I am mentally worn right now over this issue. Back in February of 2006, about seven months ago, I found the link to Monster Mania Con 5. It was the Hellraiser reunion complete with Doug Bradley, that stud muffin, and I was supposed to go, with Justin and Grant in tow. I wanted to go so bad, and it was in May, so I figured I had three months to plan.
Said date came, and none of us went. Instead we saw the Da Vinci Code. Wonderful.
So, come later May. I find out about Monster Mania Con 6. Starring Robert Englund (drool, omg, he was a phantom! w00t!) and Shawnee Smith. Being as I adore those two I was going to go. Yet now, as August 25 draws near, I have no money, no transportation, and no one to go with. Now, it might happen. It might. We'll see. However, chances are not likely.
So, back to my initial fears. I have planned two seemingly unsuccessful trips to this convention, and of all, it's MMC7 I want to go to the most. I freaking adore Tobin Bell and Leigh Whannell. Leigh-Fucking-Whannel. I mean, do you fucking believe that? Holy fucking shit! I've adored him since I was in 10th grade and was mesmerized by Saw.
I am also the biggest Saw fan around. I love the stuff. It's so tragic. It's so shocking. It's so cutting edge. So, to meet these folks is one hell of a chance for someone as dedicated to my fandom as me. It's like a Transie meeting Richard O'Brien, or a Phan meeting ALW. It's fucking amazing.
Yet, I fear I will not making looking at what's happened. Poo.
You know what? I was supposed to email Justin and tell him about the convention this summer, he wanted me to remind him. Oh, well too bad. Maybe he'll come to MMC7 with me. idk.
*Sigh* I really want to go. So so bad.
In other Saw 3 news the trailer was released. I haven't seen it. As usual.
Hmm...less than three months until Halloween. :p I love Halloween...