  I watched Lost In Translation in complete darkess last night. I hated the movie - but loved being in such darkness. Darkness really calmed my boredom, and depressed mood. The movie was horrible though. The direction was good, but the acting was bland, the plot was slow to unfold, and the screenplay had no purpose.
Sophia Coppula does not deserve the praise, or the Academy Award for that movie. Because of the Yankeee game, Big Brother 5 was delayed until 1:37 am. Talk about random time. So me, being the Big Brother whore that I am, stayed up to watch it. Chappelle's Show came on at midnight - amazingly funny. Then at 1230, Frida came on on Starz. I saw the first hour of it, considering I had to see Big Brother.
But from what I saw, it is such a great movie. The acting was great, the direction was excellant, and the script was very accurate. They explain most of her paintings accurately, and the emotions she was feeling. The story of Frida is powerful, and from what I saw of the movie, it looks effective and superb. Now all I gotta do is actually finish watching it next time it comes on tv. When Big Brother ended at 237 am, I was kinda bored.
I didn't want to go to sleep, and no one was online. So I spent a half hour writing 2 haikus. Here's what came of that: -1- rose petals look up to the white sun. you and i, this gray thunderstorm. -2- when i look into your eyes, angels' wings are sharp. i bleed helplessly. Number 1 was inspired by Janet Fitch's poem found in White Oleander. You guys should know what I'm talking about since I share that poppies poem with everyone. Okay, so I went to sleep and woke up at 930 so I could leave for the Bronx at 1030.
I went with my Grandma, and Mom to see my greatgrandma. She is home now - they opted not to do the surgery, but to let her pass it naturally. On the drive up, we hit some traffic at the George Washington Bridge, and my grandma got so frusterated, the spanish curses rolled off her tongue. It was quite amusing. When we arrived in the Bronx, before we went to abuela's apartment, we stopped at a deli to pick up some cold cuts, and italian bread.
The man who served us was the hottest middle aged man who I ever saw. Ow ow. We then headed over to her apartment, where we spent about 2 hours talking in spanish - the older women telling funny stories. Iris was there - and I felt so bad, because she was laughing so hard. And I was kinda worried for her. But she seemed to enjoy herself. The drive back was hell !!! We hit the big storm on the cross bronx; it was pouring and hailing with thunder and lightning.
Once it died down, we hit a second storm in Old Bridge. Overall, it took us 2 and half hours from the bronx to freehold. HELL! UGH! But I wrote 2 more haikus! All inspired by the bad weather: -1- lightning flashes in thick gray mist. lovers caress, enveloped in rain. -2- skies open, broken heart gushes liquid crystal: mother nature cries. Here I am now. I'm gonna watch Will & Grace, and Seilfeld reruns. A new Amish In The City comes on tonight too! Woo hoo! I want comments and critisism on my poems bitches! 
