I had a semi-mental breakdown today, those are always fun. I really really really absolutely HATE crying, but once in a while the world has other plans for me. And yeah, this is personal, but I'm going to post it anyways, because maybe, just maybe someone out there sometimes feels like I do.
So I was sitting in a park crying, and wrote this. The following is completely as I wrote it in my time of weakness:
Why can't I just let go?
Why can't I forget?
Why does the past haunt me?
There's so many things I wish I could just block out, but my mind dwells on them. It's like my sub conscience enjoys torturing me.
So much good has happened in my life, why can't I think about that? Why don't the happy thoughts cross my mind when I try and sleep? What is it inside of me that forces me to see all the bad, that makes my life so much harder, that breaks me down just when I think I'm getting stronger? I can see myself, I'm aware of the self destructive tendencies, but I can't stop it.
What do you do when you can't control your own personality?
I bitch and complain about things I know aren't true, things that are unimportant. I want to stop making issues that aren't there, but it's like I feel this need to be broken, to be troubled and unhappy. To fight everything all the time. But what am I fighting for? I have love, I have freedom, I have the ability to do what I want. Until my mind gets in the picture. Sometimes I feel so strong and smart, but other times I'm completely weak, and I don't even see the point in life.
There is so much beauty in the world. The wind itself holds a thousand words. When I was little I used to sit and watch the spirits of the trees dance. But they don't dance anymore. They don't even move. I can feel good, strong life all around me, but in my mind the anger rises, always waiting to take control. I lash out at those I care the most about, including myself.
All I want to do is let go.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Special K and Aids.
Alright time for a sad story.
I don't much like sad stories, and I don't usually care for other people much, especially strangers, but I saw something the other day that was so terribly ironic, I was sure it was set up by a film crew.
I had an interview at a local Vancouver coffee shop, and I was walking back to the bus stop to catch my bus home. I was standing at a red light, waiting to cross the street, and there was a homeless man standing next to me. This in itself is usually kind of sad, but I don't normally care. I mean come on, there's hundreds of homeless people everywhere, what am I supposed to do about it? But this man was especially sad. He was holding a sign that said "Homeless with AIDS, anything helps." And he was talking, not really begging or pleading just talking. A small sorrowful background noise. He said "Hello friends, I hope you and your family had a wonderful weekend, and I'm wishing you a happy day so you can start your week off right. Unfortunately I've been out here for a few hours so far today, and no one has stopped or looked at me. I'm really hungry and anything would help."
At this point the light turned green, so I crossed the street. I glanced back at the man, and it was true, not one person looked at him. They made the point of looking away from him, or simply stared right through him. This was pretty terrible to see, but I couldn't really blame them, how can you open your wallet to every homeless man you see? So I turned back and finished crossing the road, and when I reached the other side a man was standing there with a small satchel. Here's the real kicker, he was handing out free Special K bars. Rich businessmen were passing him, not saying a thing, but they grabbed, one, two, three free granola bars and continued on their way, right past the homeless man, who was clearly starving.
Now this, I couldn't believe. They saw the homeless man, knew he was there, could easily see he was hungry, and they were just given FREE FOOD. Why? Why did no one even offer their bar to him? We did not the Special K guy just walk up and give him one? What is wrong with our city, our country, our society that people will stand on one street corner and give out free food, while across the street a man with aids starves?
I couldn't believe it. I stood there, watching this, astonished, and wished that just one person would hand him the free granola bar. But no, no one did. And it hit me, what I already knew to be true, that people are selfish greedy bastards, who don't give a shit about anyone else, and won't share what they've got, even if it was literally just handed to them.
And by the time I realized that I should have just walked up and gave him an granola bar, the free bars were all gone. And I actually felt terrible, for once, I felt like shit because I saw what was happening, and hadn't even thought to help myself. But next time, I swear, I will.
I don't much like sad stories, and I don't usually care for other people much, especially strangers, but I saw something the other day that was so terribly ironic, I was sure it was set up by a film crew.
I had an interview at a local Vancouver coffee shop, and I was walking back to the bus stop to catch my bus home. I was standing at a red light, waiting to cross the street, and there was a homeless man standing next to me. This in itself is usually kind of sad, but I don't normally care. I mean come on, there's hundreds of homeless people everywhere, what am I supposed to do about it? But this man was especially sad. He was holding a sign that said "Homeless with AIDS, anything helps." And he was talking, not really begging or pleading just talking. A small sorrowful background noise. He said "Hello friends, I hope you and your family had a wonderful weekend, and I'm wishing you a happy day so you can start your week off right. Unfortunately I've been out here for a few hours so far today, and no one has stopped or looked at me. I'm really hungry and anything would help."
At this point the light turned green, so I crossed the street. I glanced back at the man, and it was true, not one person looked at him. They made the point of looking away from him, or simply stared right through him. This was pretty terrible to see, but I couldn't really blame them, how can you open your wallet to every homeless man you see? So I turned back and finished crossing the road, and when I reached the other side a man was standing there with a small satchel. Here's the real kicker, he was handing out free Special K bars. Rich businessmen were passing him, not saying a thing, but they grabbed, one, two, three free granola bars and continued on their way, right past the homeless man, who was clearly starving.
Now this, I couldn't believe. They saw the homeless man, knew he was there, could easily see he was hungry, and they were just given FREE FOOD. Why? Why did no one even offer their bar to him? We did not the Special K guy just walk up and give him one? What is wrong with our city, our country, our society that people will stand on one street corner and give out free food, while across the street a man with aids starves?
I couldn't believe it. I stood there, watching this, astonished, and wished that just one person would hand him the free granola bar. But no, no one did. And it hit me, what I already knew to be true, that people are selfish greedy bastards, who don't give a shit about anyone else, and won't share what they've got, even if it was literally just handed to them.
And by the time I realized that I should have just walked up and gave him an granola bar, the free bars were all gone. And I actually felt terrible, for once, I felt like shit because I saw what was happening, and hadn't even thought to help myself. But next time, I swear, I will.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Hanna
Ciao fellow Internet peoples!
What a beautiful rainy day it is in Vancouver today, and there’s nothing like running on four hours of sleep. Damn insomnia’s got me again. BUT I’m here, and ready for the next review. Again, if you haven’t seen the movie, and would like every bit of it to be a surprise, please do not read! I’m not trying to ruin your movie going experience, so don’t come crying to me after you read it and are all bummed out I revealed a secret. I’m just warning you meow.
Today we will review:
Hanna
Ok, first off, grats to a local VFS (vancouver film school) grad for writing his first feature and having it made into a brilliant film.
I believe the best way to see a movie, especially a surprise gem like this one is as my best friend said it, “I went in with no expectations, and man, was I blown away.”
Hanna was really very good. It had a simple, but strong storyline, very well written and acted characters, and the cinematography was fantastic.
Favourite Quote: When the little british teen that hanna befriends, first sees Hanna. (forgive me if the words aren’t exact) “She can’t speak english, she’s a refugee from Sri Lanka.”
Favourite Character: So many brilliant characters in this movie, but the one that really stole it for me was Isaacs, played by Tom Hollander. This is the bad guy that Marissa (cate blanchett) hires to hunt down Hanna. All his little mannerisms, the way he enjoys the chase, and even how he orders his men around is really eery, and I loved every second of it. Not to mention Tom Hollander did a bang up job.
Least Favourite Character: The little boy. It’s hard for me to hate anyone in this movie, so I’m just going to pick on the little one. I hate snitches, and I hate children, so it’s only logical I like him the least.
Favourite Scene: When they’ve captured Hanna’s friend’s family, and seperated each of them into the different containment bins at the shipping yard. The panning shot of each different family member in each different storage locker, was amazing. And may absolute favourite part in the movie, was in this scene, when Isaacs is whistling his tune, and flipping a metal bar in his hand, each time he catches the bar, it clangs against his rings, making a quiet, but fearful beat.
Least Favourite Scene: the scene where Hanna escapes the facility into the desert, and she’s running down the hallway. Men are chasing after her, and the camera starts spinning, and spinning, and spinning. Now the music was so well done throughout the entire movie, (go chemical brothers!) and this scene is no exception, but I get dizzy extremely quickly, and I really had to sit with my eyes closed for a few seconds until the spinning passed. That is really my only complaint about the movie, too much spinning shit!
Favourite Actor in the Role: Of course, Saorise Ronan as Hanna. I liked her in The Lovely Bones, and I loved her in this. I really don’t see how she could have done this role any better, it was just top notch. She seems to be really making a name for herself in powerful films, and for having only just turned seventeen, I think she’s got a great future ahead of her. It makes me friggen ecstatic so see young talent do so well, because it gives me hope that not all the good actors will have died out before I can make a movie.
Also, props to Eric Bana who did much MUCH better in this movie, compared to Troy which I wasn’t really the biggest fan of him.
Least favourite actor in a role: I can’t do it, I don’t have one. I liked everybody. Even the skinhead on the motorbike was really well cast. Although for some reason when he was introduced into the film, I thought he was going to be another child experiment like Hanna was, and was going to help her out. Woulda been kinda cool. Not that I would really change anything, this is just what my mind jumped ahead to when it saw him.
Favourite actor in general: Cate Blanchett. I just like her! She does astonishing in any role she plays, from Galadriel in LOTR to Jane in The Life Aquatic.
Least favourite actor in general: I don’t have one... The little boy! I don’t know, I just hate kids.
All in all, brilliant movie, I loved it. It has all the normal aspects of a chase-thriller that I love, with the nitty gritty/coming of age/modern society sucks feel of a good indie flick. Strong character dynamic, beautiful cinematography and editing, and an original score that's to die for. Two thumbs up.
DISCLAIMER: I am aware that I have absolutely no right to judge other people, but fuck it, these are my opinions. I'm not saying they're law, and I'm not saying you have to agree with them, and if you don't, feel free to make me look like an idiot and write why! OR if you do agree, lemme know! Write your own favorite characters, scenes or quotes.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Coffee and Achilles.
Since I've gotten so many views and comments on my first blog already (zero), I figured I'd start on number two.
I'm currently sitting in a coffee shop, on my laptop along with all the other amateur writers and over eager college kids. How chic and douche-baggie am I?! maybe not so chic, considering I biked here with my POS Acer laptop shoved into a free Vancouver film school backpack, where I don't go. I'm currently writing my feature film. No I'm not going to talk about it on the interwebs, do you think I'm insane?! Yeah, hey world, guess what I'm dedicating the next 5 years of my life to! Don't steal it or anything, but you guys woudn't do that, I trust you. Pffffffffffft. I think not.
I've been here two hours, and I find myself spending more time staring into the dregs of my coffee cup than writing voraciously. I have slight ADD like most humans do. (I believe.) I'm almost glad that my Internet connection keeps cutting out, so my attention isn't hogged by stumbleupon, it forces me to write. Even if I did get distracted by this blog, it's still important writing right? right?!
Well, I figure since I don't really have any stunning photography or any main point to this blog I'll talk about the things I love. When I watch a movie I'm going to post it, and my favourite things about it, and what I didn't like. Everyone's a critic, and now me too!!
Ps. If you haven't seen the movie, there will be spoilers. I'm going to talk about specific scenes and happenings of the movie.
Last night:
Overall, pretty good movie. Great art and costume design, nice fight choreography, and a well done portrayal of the fall of Troy. (If a bit historically inaccurate. But it's not a textbook, it's a fucking movie.)
Favourite Quote: "Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed." Troy to Briseis.
Favorite Character: it's gotta be Achilles. This has nothing to do with the actors, but the characters themselves. (so don't go saying I only like Achilles because of Brad Pitt) I'm a sucker for no holds barred warriors, and I mean come on, he's bad ass. Just think about how strong he has to be to fight like he does. The first fight scene where he slices right into the man's shoulder like it's butter?! Wicked. And of course his spear throws. They fly as straight and fast as if he were tossing darts. As much as I hate love stories, I actually liked the relationship between Troy and Briseis. (the princess chick he bones) No unneeded "I wuv you" or cheesy shit like "you had me at hello." Just two people bonding, and one good lovey-line. "You gave me peace in a time of war." (Until Briseis started whining about him going to fight her cousin, then she can fuck right off.)
^A character also worth noting was Achilles' mother. She's just sort of thrown in there, but not without point. Her words are some of my favourite, and it's obvious after she's talked to Achilles when he's staring off into the distance he's thinking. "Thousands and thousands eh?" (years of glory and pride that would carry his name.)
Least favourite character: (Paris) On the other hand of romance, I found the love between Paris (orlando bloom) and Helen (diane krueger) nauseating and angering. I know this cannot be completely blamed on the writers because that's the story, but my god, are those two kids dumb. I almost couldn't handle it. First Paris begs Helen to come with him to troy, then once they get there and have started this war, (which dooms his brother, father AND city) he tries to convince her to ditch the city altogether. WTF?! Why not just peace straight out of Greece in the first place!? Although I wish they had left, because then we wouldn't have had to see Paris back out of his fight and cling to his brother's feet like the pussy he is. Some say this scene is really powerful because not all men were "ass-kicking heroes" back then, but if you have the courage to call someone to fight, and not only show up, but take a few hits, don't just go crawling back to your brother and let him do the dirty work once you know you've lost.
Favorite scene: as mentioned before, the first fight scene was a winner for me. It was well shot, well acted, and well executed. This was a great introduction to Achilles and his hard core attitude (minus his lazy ass getting out of bed), as well as his obvious defiance to his "king". I thought the scene had just the right amount of slow-mo, and the opposing guy took a believable amount of time to die.
Least favourite scene: Achilles death. OH MY GOD WAS I FUCKING PISSED OFF. First off, as if I didn't hate Paris enough, now that pansy douche gets to kill Achilles?! (and him and helen live!?) And his cousin, Achilles' lover, I mean props to her for killing the evil king but what the hell are you doing? After Achilles gets it in the heel, she just sits there for a few seconds then gives a huge "noooo" scream. As if she wouldn't freak out as soon as he gets hit. I mean she already sees her cousin before the first arrow, if he really was her love, she'd be up and in front of him or yelling more cohesive words at her cousin to stop him. Like "STOP, I LOVE HIM." or "WAIT LET ME TALK." or "ANYTHING MORE THAN NOOOOO." (again, I'm aware he had to die because that's the way it goes, but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it!)
Favourite actor in the role: Smeh, no one really knocked it out of the park for me on this one. Brad Pitt had strong moments, as well as Garrett Hedlund. (what little role he had.) But if I had to say best and most consistent portrayal? Brendan Gleeson as Menelous. He embodied the character well, even if he wasn't in the movie for a huge amount of time.
Least favourite actor in the role: Man is it hard for me not to say Orlando Bloom. But, I really was convinced of his lack of confidence, and resolve. So my least favourite is Eric Bana, I just wasn't convinced. His on-screen presence was weak, and I didn't have any want to root for the underdog at all, and I didn't find his love for his wife convincing at all. (She on the other hand did pretty good.)
Favourite actor in general: (not related to this movie. just my favourite who happened to be in it.) Diane Kruger. Cool to see her and Brad Pitt together in this, then in Inglorious Basterds. (one of my faves)
Least favourite actor in general: Orlando bloom. I really really am not a fan of him. Nuh uh. no way. The only thing I can stand him in is LOTR. (notice the bow and arrows always? as well as if any movie goes back farther than the 1800's, you better fucking cast Orlando Bloom.)
DISCLAIMER: I am aware that I have absolutely no right to judge other people, but fuck it, these are my opinions. I'm not saying they're law, and I'm not saying you have to agree with them, and if you don't, feel free to make me look like an idiot and write why! OR if you do agree, lemme know! Write your own favorite characters, scenes or quotes.
Thanks for reading no one =) you're always my biggest fan.
Lillith Foxx.
I'm currently sitting in a coffee shop, on my laptop along with all the other amateur writers and over eager college kids. How chic and douche-baggie am I?! maybe not so chic, considering I biked here with my POS Acer laptop shoved into a free Vancouver film school backpack, where I don't go. I'm currently writing my feature film. No I'm not going to talk about it on the interwebs, do you think I'm insane?! Yeah, hey world, guess what I'm dedicating the next 5 years of my life to! Don't steal it or anything, but you guys woudn't do that, I trust you. Pffffffffffft. I think not.
I've been here two hours, and I find myself spending more time staring into the dregs of my coffee cup than writing voraciously. I have slight ADD like most humans do. (I believe.) I'm almost glad that my Internet connection keeps cutting out, so my attention isn't hogged by stumbleupon, it forces me to write. Even if I did get distracted by this blog, it's still important writing right? right?!
Well, I figure since I don't really have any stunning photography or any main point to this blog I'll talk about the things I love. When I watch a movie I'm going to post it, and my favourite things about it, and what I didn't like. Everyone's a critic, and now me too!!
Ps. If you haven't seen the movie, there will be spoilers. I'm going to talk about specific scenes and happenings of the movie.
Last night:
Troy.
Overall, pretty good movie. Great art and costume design, nice fight choreography, and a well done portrayal of the fall of Troy. (If a bit historically inaccurate. But it's not a textbook, it's a fucking movie.)
Favourite Quote: "Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed." Troy to Briseis.
Favorite Character: it's gotta be Achilles. This has nothing to do with the actors, but the characters themselves. (so don't go saying I only like Achilles because of Brad Pitt) I'm a sucker for no holds barred warriors, and I mean come on, he's bad ass. Just think about how strong he has to be to fight like he does. The first fight scene where he slices right into the man's shoulder like it's butter?! Wicked. And of course his spear throws. They fly as straight and fast as if he were tossing darts. As much as I hate love stories, I actually liked the relationship between Troy and Briseis. (the princess chick he bones) No unneeded "I wuv you" or cheesy shit like "you had me at hello." Just two people bonding, and one good lovey-line. "You gave me peace in a time of war." (Until Briseis started whining about him going to fight her cousin, then she can fuck right off.)
^A character also worth noting was Achilles' mother. She's just sort of thrown in there, but not without point. Her words are some of my favourite, and it's obvious after she's talked to Achilles when he's staring off into the distance he's thinking. "Thousands and thousands eh?" (years of glory and pride that would carry his name.)
Least favourite character: (Paris) On the other hand of romance, I found the love between Paris (orlando bloom) and Helen (diane krueger) nauseating and angering. I know this cannot be completely blamed on the writers because that's the story, but my god, are those two kids dumb. I almost couldn't handle it. First Paris begs Helen to come with him to troy, then once they get there and have started this war, (which dooms his brother, father AND city) he tries to convince her to ditch the city altogether. WTF?! Why not just peace straight out of Greece in the first place!? Although I wish they had left, because then we wouldn't have had to see Paris back out of his fight and cling to his brother's feet like the pussy he is. Some say this scene is really powerful because not all men were "ass-kicking heroes" back then, but if you have the courage to call someone to fight, and not only show up, but take a few hits, don't just go crawling back to your brother and let him do the dirty work once you know you've lost.
Favorite scene: as mentioned before, the first fight scene was a winner for me. It was well shot, well acted, and well executed. This was a great introduction to Achilles and his hard core attitude (minus his lazy ass getting out of bed), as well as his obvious defiance to his "king". I thought the scene had just the right amount of slow-mo, and the opposing guy took a believable amount of time to die.
Least favourite scene: Achilles death. OH MY GOD WAS I FUCKING PISSED OFF. First off, as if I didn't hate Paris enough, now that pansy douche gets to kill Achilles?! (and him and helen live!?) And his cousin, Achilles' lover, I mean props to her for killing the evil king but what the hell are you doing? After Achilles gets it in the heel, she just sits there for a few seconds then gives a huge "noooo" scream. As if she wouldn't freak out as soon as he gets hit. I mean she already sees her cousin before the first arrow, if he really was her love, she'd be up and in front of him or yelling more cohesive words at her cousin to stop him. Like "STOP, I LOVE HIM." or "WAIT LET ME TALK." or "ANYTHING MORE THAN NOOOOO." (again, I'm aware he had to die because that's the way it goes, but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it!)
Favourite actor in the role: Smeh, no one really knocked it out of the park for me on this one. Brad Pitt had strong moments, as well as Garrett Hedlund. (what little role he had.) But if I had to say best and most consistent portrayal? Brendan Gleeson as Menelous. He embodied the character well, even if he wasn't in the movie for a huge amount of time.
Least favourite actor in the role: Man is it hard for me not to say Orlando Bloom. But, I really was convinced of his lack of confidence, and resolve. So my least favourite is Eric Bana, I just wasn't convinced. His on-screen presence was weak, and I didn't have any want to root for the underdog at all, and I didn't find his love for his wife convincing at all. (She on the other hand did pretty good.)
Favourite actor in general: (not related to this movie. just my favourite who happened to be in it.) Diane Kruger. Cool to see her and Brad Pitt together in this, then in Inglorious Basterds. (one of my faves)
Least favourite actor in general: Orlando bloom. I really really am not a fan of him. Nuh uh. no way. The only thing I can stand him in is LOTR. (notice the bow and arrows always? as well as if any movie goes back farther than the 1800's, you better fucking cast Orlando Bloom.)
DISCLAIMER: I am aware that I have absolutely no right to judge other people, but fuck it, these are my opinions. I'm not saying they're law, and I'm not saying you have to agree with them, and if you don't, feel free to make me look like an idiot and write why! OR if you do agree, lemme know! Write your own favorite characters, scenes or quotes.
Thanks for reading no one =) you're always my biggest fan.
Lillith Foxx.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Pop that cherry.
So, here I am, creating my very first blog. I have most definitely never done this before. Hence the obvious blogging virgin title.
I suppose I should say a little about myself. My name is Lillith Foxx, and I am a filmmaker. I'm waiting for my acceptance letter to Capilano Film School in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. I am not the funniest, smartest or most beautiful person you will ever meet, and I don't claim to change people's lives. But I am here, just as you are, and I would like to absorb as much from this earth as I can. This is my life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
I enjoy good music, better books, and the best movies.
Well, now that we've gotten the awkward introduction out of the way, I'll just get on with it then.
I don't have any idea what people are going to be interested in, and if anyone's even going to end up reading this at all, but that's probably what most people are thinking when they start a blog with nothing.
Since I have no epic talent to sell you, (yet, look out future movie-goers), or hilarious/heartfelt/horrifying story to tell you, I will just start with something that happened to me the other day. And yes, please feel free to laugh at my misfortune if you feel the need.
Hokay, so I've recently moved to Vancouver, and I'm hard on the job search. I'm not really picky, and I fired out so many resumes, I probably doubled up on places. I had an interview a few days ago, and I was biking there since we sold our car to move to Van. I had to cross Burrard bridge, and on my way across it started raining. Okay that sucks, no big deal though, it's a little cold but I'll just put my hood up. I get partway across the bridge and a mad wind starts. Ok that's crappy, now I'm really fucking cold and my hood won't stay up. halfway across the bridge it's starts fucking HAILING. now I'm drenched and also getting pelted by little balls of ice. Perfect. Oh and keep in mind I'm wearing only my leather jacket, a thin t shirt, tights, a skirt, and cardboard flats (great idea, I know). So I get across the bridge and go to stop at a red light, only to realize that my bike is so slick from the rain, the breaks can't find grip on the tires. FUCKING GREAT. A small lake has formed on the front dip of my skirt. So I turned down a side road and get off my bike to gather myself. It literally takes me four blocks just to stop my bike. I finally get up to my interview, and try and dry off in a nearby coffee shop. When I'm in my interview, I go to take out the copy of the resume I brought, only to find the envelope I put it in got so damp, it sealed itself shut. Needless to say, I didn't get the job, and had to walk all the way home because I didn't have breaks, and thought I was going to get frostbite in my feet.
Now don't get me wrong, I love Vancouver to death. I've been here many times, and this is really the only bad experience I've had. Please Vancouver don't think I hate you, don't tell your crack addicts to mug me when I'm walking down the street.
So that's it.. my very first blog post. See, I told you I wouldn't be the funniest person.
To whoever, if anyone who reads this, thanks, and feel free to criticize and mock me, it's the internet after all.
-Lillith Foxx
Ps. I saw Matthew Perry picking up dog shit yesterday.
I suppose I should say a little about myself. My name is Lillith Foxx, and I am a filmmaker. I'm waiting for my acceptance letter to Capilano Film School in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. I am not the funniest, smartest or most beautiful person you will ever meet, and I don't claim to change people's lives. But I am here, just as you are, and I would like to absorb as much from this earth as I can. This is my life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
I enjoy good music, better books, and the best movies.
Well, now that we've gotten the awkward introduction out of the way, I'll just get on with it then.
I don't have any idea what people are going to be interested in, and if anyone's even going to end up reading this at all, but that's probably what most people are thinking when they start a blog with nothing.
Since I have no epic talent to sell you, (yet, look out future movie-goers), or hilarious/heartfelt/horrifying story to tell you, I will just start with something that happened to me the other day. And yes, please feel free to laugh at my misfortune if you feel the need.
Hokay, so I've recently moved to Vancouver, and I'm hard on the job search. I'm not really picky, and I fired out so many resumes, I probably doubled up on places. I had an interview a few days ago, and I was biking there since we sold our car to move to Van. I had to cross Burrard bridge, and on my way across it started raining. Okay that sucks, no big deal though, it's a little cold but I'll just put my hood up. I get partway across the bridge and a mad wind starts. Ok that's crappy, now I'm really fucking cold and my hood won't stay up. halfway across the bridge it's starts fucking HAILING. now I'm drenched and also getting pelted by little balls of ice. Perfect. Oh and keep in mind I'm wearing only my leather jacket, a thin t shirt, tights, a skirt, and cardboard flats (great idea, I know). So I get across the bridge and go to stop at a red light, only to realize that my bike is so slick from the rain, the breaks can't find grip on the tires. FUCKING GREAT. A small lake has formed on the front dip of my skirt. So I turned down a side road and get off my bike to gather myself. It literally takes me four blocks just to stop my bike. I finally get up to my interview, and try and dry off in a nearby coffee shop. When I'm in my interview, I go to take out the copy of the resume I brought, only to find the envelope I put it in got so damp, it sealed itself shut. Needless to say, I didn't get the job, and had to walk all the way home because I didn't have breaks, and thought I was going to get frostbite in my feet.
Now don't get me wrong, I love Vancouver to death. I've been here many times, and this is really the only bad experience I've had. Please Vancouver don't think I hate you, don't tell your crack addicts to mug me when I'm walking down the street.
So that's it.. my very first blog post. See, I told you I wouldn't be the funniest person.
To whoever, if anyone who reads this, thanks, and feel free to criticize and mock me, it's the internet after all.
-Lillith Foxx
Ps. I saw Matthew Perry picking up dog shit yesterday.
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