Wednesday Should Feel Like an Inglourious Basterd

Hello world. What Up.

I am currently trying not to shit my pants  because I finally found the new Tarantino script. I’m also Literally trying not to shit my pants because my three suite mates have been using the bathroom right after one another, not giving me time to slip in. Dinner was…filling. Anyway. Sorry. About that.

So today is Wednesday and its usually easily the shittiest day of the week, five classes starting at 8 am, no rest at all. However, for some reason, I feel quite energized and enthusiastic right now. Its 18:13 o’clock and I’ve already worked out, done my work, and am commencing chillage right now. I’m fairly confident that my newly gained freshness, or positive outlook on mundane realities, comes from the fact that I exercise every day now. Its quite rewarding. And believe me, when I say, that if you want to work out, and need the perfect music to do so – Download (or Purchase) the Mother Fucking Fight Club Soundtrack by The Dust Brothers.

It is easily the greatest album of All Time. Yes. I said that. With confidence. (Edit: Future Marco – Ok, maybe not the Greatest of all time, but its pretty Elite.)

Anyway. After weeks of giving up on finding the new Tarantino script, I finally tried again, after a phone call with my friend Pedro sparked the topics’ rebirth. After 3 seconds, literally, I found it. Its already up here, on my box widget, to the right, for you to download. (over here —->.) (Edit: somewhere on this page.)

I’m still not sure whether I will actually rip into it quite yet. I really want to experience a film of his without any foreknowledge whatsoever, seeing as I haven’t done that since Jackie Brown, really. Whoa..    Anyway, I’ll probably spoil the fuck out of it for myself within 48 hours. (Edit: Yes, I did. And now I am in Ecuador, a year later, and the movie will come out while I am here. There is no way to describe the anger I feel. But I’m still excited.)

Okay, enough bullshit, I’m going to the bathroom.

Strange Days. Well, Not Really

Times are finally ‘normal’, which feels sort of odd and weird to me, because for the past couple of months I’ve been busy as shit doing college work, internship stuff, and dealing with family things (paying tuition – which isn’t paid yet, three months late now, but its all good). So for me to be sitting here right now, no real work to do – feels strange. Don’t get me wrong, its amazing.

It’s Tuesday, and I don’t really have anything real to say, except for a couple of quick little bulletpoints. For those of you reading this – if there is anyone actually reading this – who play videogames, use twitter, or any of that stuff, let me put some of my info up here.

1uP Page

Twitter

Everything Else

Xbox Gamercard: marco mc

That’s pretty much it. This post is useless. I’m going to work out now, go to French class, and take a shower. Peace in the middle east, chicken grease, and Karma Police.

Take From Our Souls the Strain and Stress

WARNING: This is one of those rants I wrote whilst sick, in bed, and would normally delete a couple of days after writing, after noticing how embarrassing and emotional it is. But I wont. Not this time. Instead, I’m simply offering this warning. SECOND WARNING: I’m a pretty emotional guy. A hint of advice: don’t read this.

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When you’re sick and lose the energy to do the simplest tasks you normally do on a regular basis, you have a stronger feeling of emotions. You feel more, basically. All of a sudden, none of these little things matter. These ridiculous quibbles you argue over and stress yourselves with, they all fall apart and crumble in the face of this refreshed mentality which should accompany you always, not just then. Family means everything, friends far away at home seem like the world to you, and they are. You love and long for peace and happiness more than you ever have. At least so it seems at this hour, when the sky is gray and you feel your body dying, but your mind and heart are more alive than ever before. Maybe I am being a little too overdramatic. Its all in the sickness. That’s what I’m getting at, I suppose – when you are physically fragile, you are mentally desperate. So anything emotionally touching is twice as affecting when you are in that state of being. Moving on.

I never saw Atonement until now. I’ve been in bed with no energy to do anything, let alone get up to take a shower. This is no time to write about film, but I must write about one particular moment in that film. The beach scene. If you’ve seen Atonement, you know what I am referring to. Not only is it all done in one shot, but everything falls into place perfectly, hitting all of those emotional receptors at the right moment, even more so when you’re sick and sad anyway. Not only is it a precious moment in film history in regards to camera work, but the music as well. The fucking music. Is So. Glorious.

There is a song during this scene, called Whittier Hymn, that a group of soldiers sing in an old abandoned carousel, facing the sun, on this beach, waiting to go home. All of this is wrapped by a song off the soundtrack called Elegy at Dunkirk. There is a very strong sense of restlessness in the main character’s situation, and everything around him, the madness of it all, is almost completely silenced by the peaceful aura of this music. This scene made me almost cry in my bed, alone and tired. A single teardrop. Like that Native American guy. In those old commercials. You know what I’m talking about. With the garbage, and…? No? Whatever.

“Drop thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of thy peace. The beauty of thy peace.”

Awesome.