Zoë Knows It All

Troy Duffy all but outdoes himself in the much anticipated sequel to the straight to DVD flick, The Boondock Saints.  After two hours, and a desperate need for a butt pillow, I wanted to ask the movie theater personnel to be kind, please rewind (and play it again.) 

In The Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day, the McMannus twins return to Boston to avenge the murder of their priest, which was set up to look like another act of the Saints of South Boston. Along with their new sidekick, Romeo, they again go after the Yakavetta family before finding out some secrets of their father’s past that bring the killer face to face with them in an attempt to make himself famous. Aside from Peter Fonda’s accent being slightly sub-par, the acting in this film was in direct competition with the first and nearly flawless.

Duffy’s ability to mix action and humor, not only keeps a viewer from passing out at all of the bloodshed, but throws you into the life of these two brothers and the relationship between the two of them. He does an absolutely fantastic job of capturing an audience, keeping them interested, and keeping them wanting more.  

Another magnificent piece by Troy Duffy, and I’m looking forward to more sequels, as long as they don’t each have an eleven year gap in production.   If you enjoyed the first one, you have got to see this one.

Alright, so…in an attempt to streamline productivity and get off my lazy ass and actually make something of myself, I’ve been taking a break from the mind-numbing, soul-crushing, life-stealing social networking site we all know as twitter (I’m sorry, Twitter, I do love you…but you’ve really put me in one hell of a downward spiral).  In this time I have come to find myself steadily becoming more into Facebook and completely defeating the purpose – but I’m less active on Facebook because I have a slight hate for it, so it doesn't steal my life away entirely.

 

Anyway – this morning I logged in to make sure nobody had tagged me in any horrific photos or requested my presence in yet another stupid mafia game (seriously, those applications are so lame – quit sending me requests!) Lo’ and behold, a message pops up on my screen, something to the affect of ‘you can now reply to other people on Facebook! To reply to Kelly, type @Kelly.’ 

 

Wait…seriously?  Did they just steal twitter’s entire existence in one fell swoop?  As if their twitteriffic integration tactics as of late haven’t been enough, they can’t just use a different symbol, or a different means of replying to other people?  Come up with your own ideas, Facebook, instead of piggybacking off of other social networking sites because of the cloud of doom looming overhead.  If the best your creative and innovative team can come up with is the exact same thing as your competitor, you deserve to die out.

It's like Bring It On: Social Networking Style.

I came across this website, actually it was tweeted by someone I follow today, called me2everyone.com (M2E).  This website offers you 100% free of charge access to their website, which, once completed, will be what they call a ‘semi-3D world’.   A world where you can shop, play, open your own store, store your photos and videos and much (much) more.

This website also, however, has added an exciting new twist.  Each person who signs up for their website will receive shares of the company stock, which can be converted into tangible publicly traded stock once you take the leap to sell your hefty investment.

I was curious.  Skeptical, but curious.  So many questions.  How does it work? How many shares do you get?  How many do you get for referrals?  What is this all about?  Is this a pyramid scheme?  If I start my own store on this website will I be required to sell Amway/Quixtar products?  So I joined.  Immediately earned 2000 shares of M2E.  I own a small portion of this company if I choose to list my shares in the stock market.  Sweet.

The company stock is currently trading in Great Britain Pounds (GBP) at £0.001 per share.  So, in theory, just by signing up for M2E, you earn £2.00GBP (or circa $3.23).   Then I was curious to see how much I would get for referring people, since that’s the entire point of offering me this measly three dollars, in the hopes that I’ll get greedy and invite my friends so I can own more of the company until I, eventually, take over the world.  That’s what I got from it, anyway.

I posted my link on twitter in the hopes that I’d get at least one of my followers to blindly follow me for this experiment.  I did say I was curious and skeptical, so I wasn’t trying to coerce anyone into doing this for anything other than my experiment, just to be clear.  Nobody did.   After a few minutes, nobody had signed up (my tweeps are too smart for me), and I was getting antsy, so I took matters into my own hands and set up a fake account.   Cha-ching.  2000 Shares to the fake account and 5000 to the original account.  Seriously? Why would I get more for my referrals than for signing up?  Weird.

So I signed up another fake account and got another 5000 shares (see, I’m getting greedy now.)  Then one of my tweeps must’ve signed up, because I got another 5000.  My original account is up to 17,000 shares of M2E stock now.  Valued at £0.001/share, or $24.48USD.  Wait, seriously?  I just made $24 for fiddling around on this website for an hour?   

M2E is projecting their stock to grow to £0.58/share by December of 2012.   Theoretically, this will put my account value at approximately $15,944.   So, if all goes as planned, I will walk away from this little venture with ~$16,000, minus taxes, just for getting three people to sign up under me (or one person and two of my personalities) and sitting on it for three years.   

Sounds too good to be true.  I still have questions.  I’m not giving up doubt until I have over one million positive testimonials and Oprah’s blessing that this is legitimate.  Who is this company?  If they’re offering me stock, shouldn’t they be traded somewhere?  What’s going to happen to the non-collectible shares that are given to people who have fake names (like me) and/or people who just wish not to participate in the trading of stock and instead just want to join this quasi-3D, Facebook-meets-SecondLife, world?

If one of my referrals closes their account, do I lose the shares I got from referring them?  Hmm.  Curiosity killed the cat, so I went to one of my fake accounts, went to my profile and clicked on the big blue button labeled, “Close my account”.  Nothing happened.  I hovered my mouse over the button to see what  URL I was supposed to be directed to.  Hmm, that’s interesting.  I’m supposed to be directed back to the ‘My Details’ section, not the ‘cancel my goddamn account, you motherfuckers’ section, which is where I’m desperately trying to get.

Legit: 0 Scam: 1.

I plan to do more investigating into this.  I will try to blog my findings. 

For those of you curious, or just wanting to participate in my experiment by getting me more shares, go to http://www.me2everyone.com/540144 and register there.  Hmm, if my referrers refer people, do I get a portion of that?  Tomorrow I will peruse the FAQ section of this website. 

You do NOT have to give any personal information other than your name and e-mail address to register, and that can be made up (but the e-mail address must be real for validation purposes, but junk mailboxes will suffice as long as you can check it.)  You do NOT have to participate in the listing of your earned stock if you choose not to.

 

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So, I’m sure most of you have already heard that the court of last resort in California has looked over the disputes of Prop 8 and made a decision today (only two months later than they said it’d be).  However, this decision makes me want to throw up.  Prop 8 has officially been upheld.  How does this happen?  Only one year ago they finally passed the gay marriage bill – it’s far too easy to change the constitution in California.  This should be fixed – it’s not that easy to get shit done federally, why should it be locally? I’m outraged.

 

So, now what?  Protests? Riots? Blowing shit up?  That stuff doesn’t work anymore – half of the time nobody cares and the other half of the time nobody knows what you’re protesting!  Best way to fight against prop 8 is to get out there and get yourself involved in your own community – get everyone you know out there to support gay marriage – get signatures, get this shit passed in every state.  We can’t rely on California to set the bar anymore, since they clearly can’t be responsible enough to do that.  Once gay marriage is decriminalized in other states, that’ll pave the way for not only Cali to change their mind, but also for this to go nationwide.  Get out there and fight!

 

Quit planning protests and stage rallys instead – get speakers, get people involved, have petitions circling the crowd for the entire time, get signatures, get INVOLVED.  Change it.  We’re not going to get the change we want unless we fight for it ourselves.

 

California is already hurting financially – we can boycott goods and services that come out of California.  Don’t buy anything that will help the California economy right now – they’re already hurting and since tourism is pretty big in SoCal, if we don’t take vacations there, that alone will have a huge impact on the economy.  But enough people have to get together and do this – so let all of your friends know.

 

I’m still pissed that marriage and love are considered a luxury in some places. 

 

<3 Zoë

Today it rained…for more than five minutes.  That’s weird.  Here in Northern Colorado we either don’t get rain at all, or we do, but it lasts for about five minutes and then it’s done for a few weeks.  So it was raining this after noon and I love the rain, I love running in the rain (but usually, by the time I get my shoes on, it’s done raining!)  So when I saw that it was pouring outside, I threw on a hoodie and headed out the door.  I was wearing fuzzy flip flops (they’re probably goners) a long black skirt and a black tanktop and my Floater hoodie.  I walked around the block, letting the rain just splash all around me and pelt me in the face and dampen my hair – I should’ve left my phone at home, but I kept it in my pocket and it did okay.

I walked down a block and then turned up Cheyenne to confront the jackass pothole that has put me out of commission for the last SIX WEEKS!   I couldn’t find the pothole, though, because the road was pretty much a big ass mud puddle…so I kept walking. I walked up two blocks and then walked out past the outer hospital units.  The sleep center and all of those buildings.  It was so refreshing and, even though I probably have to throw out my flip flops, I had a great time.  The only thing missing was having a guy with me to kiss in the rain (because it’s not too much to ask for me to want to actually live out my fairytale right?)  Too bad my neighbor moved out, otherwise I would’ve possibly gotten the nerve to go ask him to come walking in the rain with me (he was pretty cute and I am kicking myself for not getting to know him better!)

So I guess my walk kind of just brought me back to the place where I seem to continuously lead myself – my fairytale.  When is my turn? Where is my prince charming and when am I going to get my shot at love?  I don’t know if it’s my new found interest in Taylor Swift, the seasons changing or what it is that’s got me going in circles about romance lately, but I find my mind always wandering back to the desire to have a nice boy in my life.  Someone who will take me for walks on the beach, someone to surprise me with a kiss in the rain, someone to pretend to like stupid movies I like and someone who will just sit with me and talk until 6am…

So I stopped at the sleep center for a few minutes, returned a few e-mails and bbms, rested a bit, and then headed back toward my place.  The rain was slowing down a bit and I guess my walk was about to end...I walked up a block but couldn't make it across the street to the sidewalk because of the massive amount of water in the road - so I walked down the middle road and made my way back to Cheyenne and walked past that wretched pothole once again, this time the water was more like a lake in the middle of the road, hopefully suffocating that cursed pothole until it dies a slow and painful death.  I still couldn't make it back to my street so I ended up having to cross the new river that was paving it's way down the street - I ended up just jumping into the water (the current was a bit stronger than I expected, but I went slow and didn't fall or anything lol - normally i would've fallen!) where I ruined my flip flops officially - by now the rain had slowed to a misty drizzle and I made my way back to my place.  Got inside and changed out of my wet clothes into some sweats and cuddled up on the couch, still wishing I had my prince with me to snuggle with.  I played some Wii and bbm'd some people and now here I am...right back to my fairytale, wondering when it's my turn...
 

This blog has no purpose other than for me to be whiny, take from it what you will – but there’s no lesson to be learned, no bitchy connotation you may have missed or any advice or poltical/economic banter – just me being emo about not having a nice boy to play in the rain with.

Thanks for reading. 

 

<3 Zoë

 

Oh and here's a pic I took when I stopped at the sleep center under the awning for a few minutes (because I can’t get the hell away from my berry and it kept vibrating with messages! Next time I should leave it at home…but I may die without it.) 

I just realized I haven't written for 3 weeks! I hope I've been missed, haha! I hope to write more often this summer, things have been hectic as of late, but I have more time coming up soon. The advertisement on the side of my screen is for Pizza Hut and now I want some pizza. *sigh*

ONTO THE BLOG!

What’s the deal? I’ve been fascinated by Taylor Swift for the last few weeks, thanks to my 9 year old niece and her friends. So, what’s the deal? I think she’s an amazing song writer, as a lyricist she comes up with phrasing sometimes that I’m in awe that a 15 year old could write.

Besides Taylor Swift, though, my niece and her friends are obsessed with Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus. So is Disney taking over the world? What’s with the Kids being obsessed with kids? I get that they see it more on their level, because it’s easier to get into something you relate to, but Disney specifically (I know Taylor Swift isn’t really tied in with Disney) seems to have this monopoly on the kiddo market. Kids (and some adults…) everywhere are drawn into the Disney scene. But what’s the appeal? Sure, Miley is a cute southern girl whose voice sounds like she’s always got a mouthful of spit. But what’s really the craze? I don’t quite understand it all. Why Disney over Nick? Did anyone even know about Pixar before Disney partnered with them?

For the last couple of years it was both Hannah Montana and High School Musical, the kids are pushing away from High School Musical now, because every show has its end, but why are they still into Hannah Montana? Don’t get me wrong, I love Hannah Montana just as much as the next closet Disney fan out there, but I don’t even understand why I’m drawn into it. I don’t have cable anymore, so I couldn’t care much less about it anymore, but when I did have cable, I was constantly watching Hannah Montana and Wizards of Waverly Place.

Disney could do anything and the kids would be obsessed with it. If Disney had shown The Secret Life of an American Teenager, I can only imagine the amount of youngsters who would be out there getting pregnant right now because it would be the “cool” thing to do – as if we don’t have enough pregnant kids already.

I’m rambling, haven’t written in a while and this is pretty much written in the voice of a child because my mind isn’t working in its normal creative way right now.

Comment your thoughts! I’ll be back with some more interesting (possibly controversial) topics soon.

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So what exactly is life? Life is like a series of events, right? What’s that movie, or book, or whatever it was…A Series of Unfortunate Events or something? I’m really amazed by life lately. How things in my life fit together kind of like a book. Like…how weird is it that I dropped out of school on a whim in the spring twice (first in high school and then college), how weird is it that my best friend now and my best friend in high school both have the same first name and last initial? How weird is it that they both have sisters with the same name? How weird is it that my life seems to be literally repeating itself?  Do I seek these kinds of things out or is the universe trying to tell me something? Do we control our destiny?

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how much luck really plays into our lives.

QUESTION: Do you believe in luck, or do we make our own destiny? (answer in comments)

So, what exactly is life if not a series of events. A series of experiences? C’est la vie has been my favorite saying for the last week or so. I’m just getting it now, for some reason. The most amazing thing to me is the fact that my life just blew up before my eyes and I don’t feel one way or another about it. I don’t necessarily mean ‘blew up’ with a good or bad connotation, but just something that is. I knew my plan for the next two years…I knew what was going to happen for the next 24 months and now…I have no idea where I’ll be in 24 months.

I feel like I really needed this and it’s been an amazingly enlightening feeling – it feels like I’m doing something for me for the first time ever. I’ve been trying to do a lot of thinking about myself lately and get things figured out in my head – because if I can’t understand myself, then who can understand me? I’ve realized a lot about myself. It’s good, though. It’s really good.

With my extra time to think over the last week or so, I’ve really dug deep and found some pretty interesting things out about myself. I’m really trusting the universe now (and that sounds like so stoner hippie and stuff, but it’s true – the secret is real.) I finally made a jump and asked for some medication in January to help with my anxiety – so I’m on effexor and, my god, the changes. I’ve been looking at things in such a more positive light since getting back on this shit. Nothing bothers me anymore, I’m really mellow, I go mostly with the flow…because it is, indeed, just life. I’m happy about the experiences I’ve had in my life – every thing I’ve ever experienced has made me the person I am and it’s amazing how that works…there’s not a single thing I regret – because it caused something else and that something else brought me to where I am.

I really believe a lot in the secret – issues with who came up with the idea first, whether or not the book was better than the movie, whatever , aside – it’s real. You can attract your own luck. My life has done a complete 180 since January – because c’est la vie. I’m happy to experience the things I experience because some day it might aid in a plotline for a story I write, who knows?  So I guess…I’m really thinking on a spiritual level lately and finding my inner peace – and how weird is it that…it seems that life is only a series of unfortunate events if you make it that way? I’m reminding myself that spirituality and faith are completely separate from religion.

Assignment: So, my assignment to all of you for this next week, just go out and experience life. If you aren’t adventurous, be adventurous. Don’t allow yourself to live within inches of adventure and have your most amazing experience in life be a bowling score because you refuse to grasp it – allow it, cry about it, bitch about it, laugh about it and then go on to the next experience. Add another story to your knowledgebank. The people who are least likely to not only step outside the box, but run the damn box over with a truck, are the people who don’t allow themselves to be hurt – and if you close yourself to pain, you close yourself to pleasure, too. Not to mention that closing yourself to pain will often depress you and put you in pain, anyway, so...there's that.

Sorry to be such a hippie – I’ll get to that Disney rant eventually ;)



<3 Zoë

**Written Monday**

This is going to be very very deep and philosophical, I’m predicting…I’ve had such a long time to think about this stuff and I’m kind of trying to find myself in this mess of a head I have – So, apologies in advance – this post is basically just me, psychoanalyzing myself.

So today has turned out to be one hell of a day. I went to bed last night with the intentions of waking up this morning, preparing my speech for tomorrow and going on with my life…the life I’m living right now. I don’t know what brought this all on, it could’ve been the fact that I skipped my meds over the weekend, the fact that I’ve been wondering for the last couple of years what the hell I’m even doing in college, or my therapist bringing up the fact that I don’t need college to do what I want to do – I don’t know what’s going on.

I am sitting here at my desk, while I should be lying on the couch with my foot up and resting it. I didn’t write my speech today. I’m not going to class tomorrow. I’m taking an F in two of my classes this semester and withdrew from the other two before the withdrawal date. I’m done. I’m stressed, I’m frustrated, I tired, and I don’t even need this fucking degree.

I blame the republicans. I don’t know why, I just like to say that. Basically – I’ve really come to the conclusion today that I’m not happy in school – I’m not trying anymore, my grades are suffering, I don’t want to come home after a long day at work and have to read Thoreau or write a paper on the fundamentals of the two main political parties, I don’t want it anymore.

I’m ready to start my life. I’ve spent the last seven years preparing for a life I could start right now. I’m avoiding it, and I am done avoiding life. I want to start being an adult and I want to come home after work and get on my computer to write a new chapter in the book that’s gonna make me famous – or come home and just chill and watch a movie instead of coming home to pile of books and assignments and things that are not only boring, but not too entirely appealing when they’re forced on you. I want to read Lolita again, because when I read it in school I was completely distracted by deadlines and papers and ‘pay attention to this, we might have a quiz Friday!’ I like to read Poe and Hemingway when I’m in the mood, not when I have to read it and don’t get to just become absorbed by it because I have to pay attention to details instead of just letting my mind wander.

**/Written Monday**

Okay – so obviously I wrote that on Monday. I’ve had a few days to think about it and I still completely think this was the right decision for me. I’m not really nervous at all. Things are falling into place for me right now and it’d be stupid to not take advantage of that. So…that’s where I’m at!

How was that for an exciting fucking blog? Huh?

Maybe I’ll blog more now…I’m not sure if that’s good for society or not, though. I guess we’re ‘bout to find out!

<3 Zoë

Okay. I really did have good intentions to write an inspiring blog (from one of my twit followers lol about Disney taking over the world) but I'll do that tomorrow or saturday because my ankle is killing me and I have to rest it (and drink some vodka, ya?)

I just wanted to make a quick blog post and I if you're on twitter I hope you are following Ashton Kutcher so he can beat out CNN (and make a ding-dong ditch vid for us all!)

Another part of this - and I know we're starting it late, because he's almost there, but I'm hoping everyone will take a few minutes to watch some kind of Ashton video tonight. I'm watching Butterfly Effect as I rest my leg, but if you want to watch a youtube vid or a diff movie or even That 70s Show! Whatever floats your boat. Just do it! Get everyone together to watch an Ashton video tonight and send good vibes his way. He's like 400 people ahead of CNN last I checked, I think he'll win. Shouldn't be too long!

Will get back to the serious/informative blogging as soon as I have a bit more time!

Love everyone and thanks for reading my blog!

and I just burnt out the only light in my office, so I'm writing this in the dark! ;)

<3 Zoë

ETA: just checked the twit war and I lied! (well I didn't lie because i said what it was last i checked, but that was about an hour ago!) Ashton is now ahead by almost 2000 (closer to 1500) he's kicking butt! Go Ashton!

So, the other day, I went for a jog. Those of you who follow me on Twitter probably know that my brother is getting married in 4 weeks and I have a dress to fit into. So, I decided to go for a jog to burn off some unwanted calories. I haven’t been around this block before, so I wasn’t really that well versed in the terrain, but I didn’t figure it’d be that difficult. I ran around the corner and had to jump onto the street because there were tree branches blocking my path. Well, in my smooth and ever so logical brain I decided to keep on the street because about 6 years ago, I injured my ankle quite badly from running on the sidewalk (I assume from the up and downs due to the driveways.) So, I thought, “well, I’ll just run on the street to avoid hurting my ankle again.” No more than 5 seconds later, my foot came down on a pothole in the street – the edge of my shoe caught the lip of the pothole, I heard a loud *CRACK* and fell to the pavement. My right knee landed on a rock and I rolled around, grabbing my ankle for a few seconds. I was terrified to get up, I mean I heard the crack, there was no way my ankle wasn’t broken. Well, I figured it’s a good thing I live 2 blocks away from the hospital because if all else fails, I could be in the ER quickly.

I got up and tried to stand on my foot – it hurt, but I figured it wasn’t broken because I could put pressure on it. I walked the quarter mile home (I seriously was only running for two minutes, if that, when this happened! Ugh!) I hobbled my way home, my knee was in a lot of pain, but my ankle had gone numb, so I was able to make it quite easily. Got to my apartment (took 20 minutes to get up the flight of stairs) and made my way to the bathroom – my cat knew I was in pain and she was crying at me. I felt bad because I yelled at her to stfu, but I was in pain (no excuse, I know…we made up later.) My knee was FUCKED, I could see the meat and if it wasn’t all bloody I figured I would’ve probably also been able to see the bone, even!

So – here I am today, unable to exercise in pretty much any form other than weight lifting. My left ankle and my right knee are fucked up so I can’t favor one leg over the other. I’m tired and exhausted all of the time and my dad had to take me to school the other day because I couldn’t walk the half mile from my parking lot to my building.

So that’s why I’ve been slacking on the blogging – I figure why do I even bother working out? It seems like the universe wants to keep me fat, because every time I try to do something – something like this happens.

So this wasn’t really any kind of informative or enlightening blog. I will be back with some more earth-shattering material tomorrow. Hope you’re all doing well out there in cyberspace. I know this was seriously maddeningly boring, and I hope I don't lose any readers over it! haha. Love you guys! Thanks for reading!

<3 Zoë