Using the word 'anorexic' without a second thought when describing someone skinny just makes you look incompetent.

Well, it's pretty obvious how much I love Keira Knightley. And all over the internet all I really see is people bashing her for being anorexic, or being hideous, or having no acting talent. Okay, if you don't find her attractive, she's not your cup of tea, fine. Okay, you don't like her acting or movies, (even though she's been nominated for dozens of high end acting awards..) that's fine too. But when people jump to call her anorexic just because she's bony and shows it off in pictures...no. That upsets me.
Does any of you even KNOW what anorexia IS?

Keira at one of her premeires:




Yes. Bony, skinny, too thin, no chest. I'm pretty positive she REALIZES THAT when she looks in the mirror. But wait. Don't just assume she starves herself to look like that, it's really not fair. Take it from someone who eats an unhealthy amount of junk food and drinks an insane amount of soda daily- and can't show for it. Some people are just naturally thin.
Not to mention, when someone is anorexic, they should have skin kind of sagging, most notably on their shoulders. Keira does not have that. She actually has a six pack on her stomach, and anyone who knows the first thing about weight gain and loss is that if you're starving yourself, the first place your body eats away at (after the fat, of course) is the muscle, which means anorexics have virtually NO muscle on their entire bodies. Her hair and skin tone are normal, which rules out an eating disorder.
Look:


See? Okay. I rest my case.



I do NOT understand how anyone can really deny her being beautiful. To me, she is the definition of the word. She's got a face to die for.

America..following in the footsteps of the Roman Empire? Or maybe just another case against Hillary..

"…words do inspire, words do help people get involved, words do help members of Congress get into power so that they can be part of a coalition to deliver health-care reform, to deliver a bold energy policy.

...Don't discount that power." Senator Barack Obama, 1/5/08

Remember 1980? ...Well I sort of wasn't there, but I'm pretty positive that's the last time we had a President who inspired the American people. That was when Ronald Reagan changed the political agenda. Changed the way people really thought about politics. Before that it was JFK in the sixties. But the greatest example to date of that kind of power was manifested by FDR. Remember that famous line?
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."

Bill Clinton might have been able to use the power of words, but he never did, he did not change the conversation, the political agenda; he left the way right conservative "consensus" (the one established by Reagan) exactly the way it was, and didn't really attempt to change it. That might have been one of his failures, although there weren't many to even mention.

The argument on Saturday, January 5th, between Obama and Edwards on one side and Hillary on the other was really about the moral power and the values that a President can wield. It might be true that Hillary knows a little more about the particulars of "getting things done," but her approach and her arguments bring us back to the days of the Clinton administration, which actually in a way failed because it did not change the agenda, although there were obviously great things done...the minds of the American people were mostly made up, and there wasn't much being done to change that. Technical knowledge of the legislative process will not change minds. Hopefully.

If the US is ever going to emerge from the downward spiral Reagan set in motion, maybe such as..oh i don't know, the fall of the Roman Empire? it is not going to be with incremental improvements on a bad situation. The US needs a moral leader, one who can exhort, with a calm, reasonable voice, and who can bring people together. A uniter. Not a polarizing figure.

Those are the qualities Obama displayed during the January 5th debate and in his victory speech after winning Iowa. I honestly don't believe his whole mantra is just a blanket statement, or just..empty promises.

Barack Obama in 2008.

Come back to me.

So, being that I have an unhealthy obsession with Miss Knightley, I obviously had to go see Atonement. And upon seeing these, among other nominations for the film(best picture, screenplay, soundtrack), I was VERY pleased:

2. BEST PERFORMANCE BY AN ACTRESS IN A MOTION PICTURE – DRAMA
CATE BLANCHETT – ELIZABETH: THE GOLDEN AGE
JULIE CHRISTIE – AWAY FROM HER
JODIE FOSTER – THE BRAVE ONE
ANGELINA JOLIE – A MIGHTY HEART
KEIRA KNIGHTLEY – ATONEMENT

3. BEST PERFORMANCE BY AN ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – DRAMA
GEORGE CLOONEY – MICHAEL CLAYTON
DANIEL DAY-LEWIS – THERE WILL BE BLOOD
JAMES MCAVOY – ATONEMENT
VIGGO MORTENSEN – EASTERN PROMISES
DENZEL WASHINGTON – AMERICAN GANGSTER

9. BEST PERFORMANCE BY AN ACTRESS IN A SUPPORTING ROLE IN A MOTION PICTURE
CATE BLANCHETT – I’M NOT THERE
JULIA ROBERTS – CHARLIE WILSON’S WAR
SAOIRSE RONAN –ATONEMENT
AMY RYAN – GONE BABY GONE
TILDA SWINTON – MICHAEL CLAYTON



Now..when a movie is nominated for SEVEN Golden Globe Awards..it's got to be fucking good.

I seriously love every single role Keira Knightley has even taken-this one included. Her new movie, the Duchess looks really good too. I fucking love the roles she takes. She does so much with them. And I love her for it. Not to mention, I wish I looked like her. More than anything. Alright, bye.

Going to shower, then watch a Keira Knightley movie. I really should do my Pysch homework, considering i got 79 in that class. I have a problem. Procrastination is a drag.
My room is littered with clothes and books and other shit. My queen size bed has dwindled to a twin size one, with all the shit that's on it. Fuck. And here I am! Sitting here typing about it. I told myself I was going to shower an hour ago. This is why nothing gets done in my life. Because I'd rather sit and write about other things, but really, I'm sitting here writing about..exactly what I should be doing. This is useless!

I have so much I would love to write about.
I don't normally have a pen, or a keyboard when the greatest ideas come to me, though. So they form in my head. It's like, every night before I go to sleep, a book is being written. The words form in my mind. Then before I know it, there's a fucking movie playing in my head. And all these thousands of movies that have been formulated due to my over creative and analytical imagination never seem to make it, well, to the outside world.
And I often ask myself why. Then I explain to myself, irritated, well, Vanessa, you don't possibly have time. Additionally, I don't find myself capable of recreating something so complex and great after the fact. That's why I sometimes force myself to either carry a notepad or sketchbook with me at all times. Anyway! It's really a shame, because I'm proud of some of the things I've come up with. These stories, scenarios, peole, places, situaions, images, these other universes, animals, the list goes on.
My computer sucks. It's older than my dog. I'm afraid this post will never been seen by anyone.
But who's going to read it besides Ankit anyway, what the fuck.
Or maybe by some of the shitty pothead girls who dislike me so much as to read into my life. But that's a whole other subject.
It's so late and I want to write something beautiful.
I'm so tired.
And full of doritos.
If that doesn't create a desirable image in your mind I'm not sure what will.
Maybe tommorow or sometime soon I'll write about how much I love some of things that I, well, love. I could start with wolves, move on to Keira Knightley, follow her up with Rome, uh no actually, that would take too long. Not to mention I recently did my ninth re-write of my college essay on that topic and I feel as if writing about it now wouldn't do it justice.
I Love my bed. I can't wait to go in it. I'm not sure why I capitalized love. Maybe all that poetry analyisis has had an affect on me. Maybe I'm turning into Sylvia Path. I really hope not.
Bye!

Since I last posted all I've been doing is drawing. Well, with the exception of working. Working at a toy store is out of control. A woman came in looking to return some Webkins and, well, you really can't do that due to the secret code on the tag they come with. ANYWAY, she threw a fit when we told her she couldn't. She decided to stand outside the store for an hour and try to scare away customers. Okay.
But drawing makes me excited. There's a reason I didn't get good grades in too many of my art classes the last few years and there's also a reason why I didn't take AP Art this year. I never handed the homeworks in on time and on certain projects I didn't put as much effort in as I should of. That's okay though, it's okay considering I'm starting to love art again yet I lack materials I really would like to use..charcoal pencils, pastels and colored pencils in addition to many other things. But I was sitting on DeviantArt.com for hours and ... it made me feel like a shitty artist, in comparison to the peices on there. But then I considered the thousands of peices that were worse than mine and it made me feel a little more confident. But if i'm drawing something I love (most of what I've been drawing consists of wolves and Keira Knightley) which makes me more motivated.
I got into a huge fight with my parents, mostly my stepdad about driving. It was frivilous and idiotic but for another week the only places I'm allowed to drive to include school and work. Ugh! I'm so frustrated, work was terrible today, but the specifics I'll spare whomever is reading. Bye.

You know what's so painfully irritating to me?
When people, more specifically kids in my grade, complain about the amazing grades they recieve. We got out class ranks today, and I was suprised and happy with mine, it being 98/234 considering I get terrible grades for the most part. But I was sitting in AP English and all these kids were complaining about their ranks, none of them being over 50! And I was, well, suprised, but mostly angry. It's just like when in class someone gets a 95 and complains and talks of how terribly they did when you're sitting down, staring at your 84, thinking you did well. Now sometimes I'm able to brush this off, but latley it's out of control. I realize everyone is different and has seperate expectations for themselves and their grades, and I UNDERSTAND that some people's parents won't except anything lower than a 90 or something.
But you're all making me feel like shit!
I feel so inferior to some of these people! Because of just the way they say it. There are the kids who get very good grades and don't say anything or complain and that's what I wish all of them would do.
"Oh my god, I got a 590 on my math section of the SAT, I did SO bad! I'm not getting into college!!"
That makes me want to fucking hit you. You have no idea how angry and hopeless you're making me feel! Numerous tutors, hundreds of dollars spent on SAT classes, dozens of practice tests...and what do I get on the math SAT section? a 4 fucking 30. Alright math is my weak point, and when someone around me says "I did SO bad!" And then I tell them my score and thank them for making me feel like shit, they never know what to say. Yeah, that's right, I hope you feel like an idiotic moron for complaining. You may be good at math and recieve a score you don't think is good enough, but don't complain about it because there's people like me who can't break 500 and would KILL to have your grade.
Ugh! It really makes my blood boil.
Going to draw Keira Knightley now, because she's the most beautiful woman on the planet and I haven't sat down and actually tried to draw anything important in a while. Bye.