My lasting tribute

I wrote this earlier this month, after being shaken by the death of one of my favourite actors, and after reading the article about it in Us Weekly. I was sort of inspired by Patti Smith's poem tribute to Edie Sedgwick, which I oddly found underneath some random papers by my stereo minutes after reading the Us article.
I gave this the best that I could.
This one's for you.


The Client

Oh it's not right
It's not right
His Knoxville voice
Made directors gasp
So mistaken
Carried weight on young shoulders
It's not right
Never dared to encounter
And how I've lost
What could have been
We'd turn the town
Across and down
Oh, we'd ride the night
Fill the air
Feel the lights
It's not right
It's not right
And how I dreamed
Of silver screens
We'd shake the hills
Get inside
Reporter's minds
Oh, it's not right
It's not right
And how I dreamed
Of silver screens
It's not right
He's past wasted
In the land
Ten years wasted
La La Land
We'll never get
The next Brad Pitt
And how I'll never
Act with you
Never handle
The abuse
And how you dreamed
Of silver screens
Oh, it's not right
It's not right
It's not right
We'll never get
The next Brad Pitt
You're with the Dean
Sad silver screens
I'd love to see you
Back on screen

Brad Renfro deserves more than the Academy could ever give

Just who the hell do they think they are? How could they just completely leave Brad Renfro out of their memorial montage?
I know I speak for many when I say that this is truly one of the most horrible things to ever happen during an award ceremony.

Brad Renfro is an icon, especially to my generation. No one could ever have the same impact on me, and I mean this in the most sincerest way possible. Ever since I was a little girl, I've looked up to his work. And yes, I've had quite the movie star crush on him for nearly fourteen years. Most of the reason I've been watching during this award season is because I wanted to see the tributes and witness the impact of two of my fallen childhood/lifelong idols, Brad and Heath Ledger. I was honestly devastated when I didn't see a part of Brad's legacy on that screen, and while I know that his impact will live on in my mind no matter what, I just can't believe anyone could leave out such an accomplished actor during the one final moment he'd have to be a part of a ceremony.

Hollywood, forsake thee.

Le Boredom

I want this hair.

I also want some alcohol.
But what can ya do...

Everybody here's got sex on their minds

So I've been looking through my old journals from throughout last year, and I'm thinking that maybe this partial sobriety experiment will do me some good.
I mean, who knows.... Maybe not being a self-destructive, skankass, spracked-out, crankheart, Doherty-in-training might not be such a bad idea.

(Not-so) Sad memories I can't recall

I have rediscovered the joys of alcoholism.
But shhhh don't tell my case manager. :DDD

No but srsly, last night was fucking fun as hell. Liz, Brittany, and Ashley are a total win in my book. So are all the hot friends.

GAH. I still feel dizzy like a mo'fo', and have so much BA shit to do still. Fucking shit....
I'm off to watch the Puppy Bowl (best shit ever) again and try to bullshit my way through Business Law. How horrible is that.... I went to my business law class at Kentridge maybe five or six times in two months, got stoned instead, and now I have to take that shit again on a junior college level.
Payback can suck a tit.

P.S. - Everyone should go buy the latest Justice, Steve Aoki, and Vampire Weekend albums because they are fucking AMAZING. I've got to get my hands on some more Uffie now.