Hollywood Gets Personal!

Did you miss me? You know you did! I know what you are thinking...why is she so late...or better yet, Ummm, does she really think we care? Who is this person? Whatever your thoughts may be...I just have to tell you in blog person that...SAL is finally back!

Yesterday I saw a very sad and disturbing movie. If anyone has not seen THE CHANGELING, it is in my best authority to recommend avoiding this movie at all costs. The movie was morbid, depressing, and dark. After watching it in my parents house, I went home and could not sleep. I tossed and turned all night, while my brain was racing with a million thoughts per second. I was so wrapped up around the plot of this sickening movie, that I somehow encompassed the movie's reality with my own. As humans we tend to do this often. What you say? Well we get so involved with the movies that we watch, we feel like we know the characters. We second handedly experience their emotions, simply by listening to their story. I just don't see why I can't separate the two emotions. As soon as I see a sad movie, my mood changes and I feel strange and I can't figure out why I have resorted to such feelings of melancholy and depression. It is at this point -- when I begin to wonder, "Sal, what's wrong with you?" I actually say this out loud and then get uneasy. Where has my sanity gone? Why am I talking to myself? Does a silly movie really have this much power over me? The worst part -- can you guess it? Well, the worst part is that I never learn from my mistakes. Sal gets sucked in another movie and briefly loses touch with her reality once again. Now, I can hear all the cynics who think I am crazy. I know what you are thinking, but I know there are people like me out there. I know that I am not the only "science project" that feels this way. ;)

Even though I saw this movie last night, I can not get the images out of my head. I don't understand people who kill others, for no reason other than boredom. I don't understand the mechanics of how these people think and live. And although, I prefer not to understand, the very thought of it spikes up my curiosity and angers me at the same time. In all--sure I may have exaggerated--but that's me, I am a drama queen and I can't help but feel the way that I do. I am me--and these are my thoughts. Til next time...Sal is out!

I was reading the dirty girls social club on my way to work this morning and the book excited my dull morning and I wanted to share my excitement through this here electronic note pad...or as we all call this a blog. I am quite sleepy and not really ready to carry out my 9 hours here at work…but a girl must do what she has to do. Responsibility calls your name and you must obey…it’s like you are cursed if you don’t listen to the little voice in your head. It calmly tells you, “another day another pay, get ready…make sure you put some blush on…you know how pale your face is.” Then your mind starts commanding you, “Hurry, you are running late…enough with the wasting time on what shoes match your outfit.” Then you are pretty much in the hook line and sinker and you follow her, it, that motherf***er (you can call your little voice whatever you’d like) your whole day – listening and obeying. “Now you know, you can’t have donuts for breakfast, just get a coffee and move on.” I secretly wanna silence it, throwing my double edge sword in it’s mouth, but I know I will have no such luck. So I succumb to my doom and destiny and get on with it. Now I get in and I realize I forgot to put a little bit of sugar in my coffee…and then I think…it’s ok…my slimfast “shake” is sweet enough…wrong. When you compare sweet slimfast’s sweetness to a coffee without sugar…the differences in taste leave your taste buds with an unsatisfied feeling of “ick”. I just know there is no way around it…so I give in. I may have the courage tomorrow to say – NO MORE…but for now…I have a case of what is called modern day 9-5 syndrome. Although the hours may vary…the sickness still has the same definition… “work your ass off for an umpteen amount of hours—get underpaid and get on your merry way.” THE AGONLY OF IT ALL!