New Moon Trailer

The first trailer for New Moon has been officially released and it's epic. When I first saw it I stopped breathing, once breathing returned I cried, screamed and shook for 15 minutes.

Now I've probably watched it at least 20 times.

CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE TRAILER

I am sure this will be removed once Summit realizes it's up - but by then they'll probably have the full thing on MTV.com like promised.

Here's my dissection of the trailer.

It starts out as Edward and Bella pull up to her house in her truck where she asks for a kiss. Edward seems hesitant to give her her wish, so I think this happened after the birthday party once he's already decided he's not good enough for her.

Next, he tells her that she's the reason for his existence, which is an important part to the trailer/movie of course.

The birthday scene is next, and it's a little more off-white than I imagined, but it works. I love the candles and I love Chris Weitz directing thus far. His shots are incredible.

Here's where I have a few problems and a few compliments.

First off, I hate Jasper's hair and that's an issue for me.

I loveeee the shot of the blood as it hits the carpet. I love details like that. Some directors would have overlooked something so minor.

They changed the "incident" between Edward, Bella and Jasper. I kind of do like the Edward throws them both to separate ends of the room, but I really loved in the book how Jasper's empty eyes and snapping fangs were just inches from her face.

Jackson does a great job in his little spotlight. I love how the force from landing on the piano makes his head snap back. In slow motion it looks epic.

Rosalie looks soooo much more beautiful in this film than the last one. I think Nikki Reed might have also lost a little weight. She looks good though. (Don't lose any more!)

The breakup scene - or from what they show - I don't have any problems with except one small one -- why is Edward wearing the same blazer in all these scenes?!

Kristen Stewart looks a lot more beautiful in this one than Twilight.

Bella curled up into a ball after the break up, it was a nice lil clip to show her pain, but the trailer BARELY touched on her pain of being without Edward, so I look forward to seeing more of that in the film.

Laurent in the medow = perfection.

Taylor Lautner shirtless = oh wow.

Finally, Jacob's wolf. I have several problems with the wolf. It looks kinda weak and silly. One of my friends used the word "cheesy" which I think describes it perfectly. I do however love the transition from Jake to wolf with the shreds of clothes trailing behind him.

The fade in of the logo was epicness.

Overall vote? I approve.

The Limited Future

"They say your head can be a prison,

Then these are just congeal visits,

People will dissect us,

Till this doesn't mean a thing anymore..."

Actual personal journal entry:

I've always known that I would die young.

There are many things that are important to me, and many things that are not. I would do nearly anything to have a child of my own. To get married and have an eternal companion sounds blissful.

I imagine I will not make it to 30. I am scared of death. Not the dying - but after. If people will remember me or I'll get to keep my memories.

I have visions that I will join the 27 club. That doesn't give me much time. I would think that people would call my life a "waste" since I've accomplished so little in the time that was allotted to me, but in reality, I've done many things. No, I don't have any awards and my name isn't in bright blinking lights - but I have traveled many places, I've met many outstanding people, I have loved and been loved... There's still so much I have yet to accomplish; there's many more things on my to-do list - but just promise me that after I'm gone you won't call my life a "waste".

Isn't it incredible how we continue to make plans for the future when not even our next breath is promised to us? Not our next breath... let alone tomorrow or 5 months from now. My schedule is planned out to the end of 2010. Many plans are written in stone, plans that I would sooner die than break - but whatif it's not up to me? What if something were to happen to me a week from now and I couldn't make it to this long list of plans?

...Some would continue on without me, some wouldn't. I guess that's something I'm terrified about - the fact that although my personal world has ended, others will continue. Other worlds that revolve around my friends and family will continue to turn. It's bizarre.

How do you feel about death? Do you have a feeling about when you will die? How do you want to go? (It's inevitable people! Don't say in your sleep, that rarely happens.)

For me? Blaze of glory.

xoxox

Double Standards

How do you feel about double standards? They're all around us and don't just pertain to the ones that I'll mention in this blog.

Most people probably think about the male/female/sex double standard when they hear the words. How men can sleep with 100 chicks and it makes them hot stuff [[or whatever]] but if a girl's slept with 100 dudes she's a whore...

Double standard.

Sure, that irritates me, but in reality, I don't think anyone but your current partner should know how many conquests you've had. I think it's tactless to go around saying it aloud.

There are others, some of them affect me, even.

If I go on tour with [[insert band]] and I drink and/or get drunk every day for two weeks it's cuz I'm a rockstar, so 'they' overlook it... if I'm just a regular Jo (deliberately left off the 'e' thanks) and I drink and/or get drunk every day for two weeks then I'm automatically an alcoholic!

Double standard.

If a singer goes into acting it's a "natural transition". If an actor goes into singing it's "cuz everyone wants to sing"!

Double standard.

What are some that you can think of? Or some that you've been victims of?

Use Your Powers For Good

"You were finished long before we had even seen the start,

Why don't you stand up be a man about it,

Fight with your bare hands about it now..."

So I have taken myself away from Twitter for a few days to focus on what's actually real (And who is actually real) in life.

In the process, my Twitter followers [and you] have missed quite a lot of my life.

First of all - I'm moving.

BAM! I love starting off with big news!!! The bigger part? This week. I'm moving this week. Ohkay then. :)

My internet times are gonna be all kinds of messed up for a minute until I get Comcast to come out and install Wi-Fi for me at the new place, so until then I'll be spending time at Panera and stuff. (Good thing I love their coffee!)

Nextly, I guess it's just minimal stuff... went to the casino last night and had three wonderful martinis. There's this one guy who works downstairs who looks like a troll, but he makes the BESTEST martini's I've ever had in my life. (If you're a martini drinker, you understand.) I love mine a certain way. Extra dirty, three olives. [[Extra cold too, but that's a hard thing to do cuz sometimes people shake too hard and if you do that you're just diluting the vodka with the ice.]]

He makes a perfect martini, no ice leftover, not watered down, perfectly dirty. Perfects. :) He gets big tips from me every time...

So then Jenn and I went upstairs #cuzthatswherewehang and I ordered a martini from the chick bartender upstairs... it wasn't bad, but not as good as the downstairs guy. She shakes it too hard and didn't put in enough brine.

Apparently she was leaving cuz when Jenn went to get my third martini of the evening, this other bartender chick did not know what the fuck she was doing. Jenn ordered my martini, "Extra dirty martini, three olives." So what's this retard do? She makes a dirty martini with Three Olives Grape Vodka. *gag*

I told her to take it back and go back to school.

She came back, with basically half a glass full of brined vodka, three olives in the glass. Warm. No vermouth, no shaking over ice. What a dumb bitch.

How the fuck are they gonna let you be a bartender at a casino if you don't know how the fuck to make a martini you dumb mongoose?!

Ehh, I guess there wasn't too much else. I'll update again later.

I wrote a lot of poems and would appreciate comments on them... Have a read.

xoxox

::Edit:: I wrote more about my martini's than I did about moving. Loves it.

Lines

The lines between up and down are so thin I cannot see them,

There are lines between everything, it keeps them situated,

I count these lines and keep their distances, so that I do not cross them,

The lines between good and evil are blurred by unimaginable character,

Lines that hold our distance used to be closer together,

Now they've been replaced with my lines between drunk and sober,

The lines between love and hate are too fine to define,

And the lines between 'used to' and 'now' are somewhere between 'yours' and 'mine',

There's a few thin lines between reality and what you see as fiction,

And those are the same lines I use to draw myself a different description,

Your lines, my lines, they all cross the same paths,

But I've crossed your lines and my lines and now I never want to go back

She Fell

She ran away and wanted him to chase her,

She cut herself and wanted him to see the scars,

She bruised her knees because she begged for him to return,

She hurt her heart when she found him gone,

She cried herself to sleep at the thought of his name,

She wished that she knew life was a game,

She broke her back trying to carry him,

She ignored the signs telling her to stop,

She drank her thoughts away too much,

She beckoned just to feel his touch,

She blanked when she thought of life before him,

She fell in love way too hard,

She can't believe it happened to her,

She died of a broken heart.

Weather Man

Clouds cover my day, I am filled with endless rain,

Long torn strips of sheets, soaked with my ethanol heart,

I cannot cry tears of joy or pain,

I refuse to feel anymore,

Breaking my habits has always been hard,

But breaking my heart never seemed easier,

The fingers I count my friends on are dirty,

And I refuse to point blame until I am clean,

I could take a hundred showers

And still never remove your scent from me,

The smell of your hair and your wintery touch,

Remind me of the spring and how I ached for you

I will not beg for you, though you know I can

You will forever change my moods, my weather man