End of a Decade (G)

In less than two hours, a large part of our lives is over.

If you believe in the 2012 destruction, then it's the mark of only two more years left.

However, I just wanted to take the time to say, thank you to everyone.

Thank you to my close friends who are there for me whether I want you to be, or whether or not you know you're there.

Thank you to those of you who read my blog every now and again.

Thank you to my new friends (who, no doubt, are not reading this...) who are helping me get through the year.

And finally, thank God that the year's over.

This has been one hell of a year. I mean, we had so many celebrity deaths, about half of my friends no longer go to school with me, swine flu, Twilight becoming a commodity, my grandma's stroke, the end of my childhood, Monk ended.

But, above that, there were good things, I grew up, I got diamonds and Chanel, I started high school, I actually finished NaNoWriMo...

But, still, I wanted to tell you all: Happy New Year.

Shigure's Carma

P.S. I made a livejournal account, dunno how often I'll use it, but my name is OCFan666.

Because It Makes Me Happy (PG [unless you disagree])

I'm going to put some quotes from a very beautiful woman. I love her, she is my idol.

If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.

I am not interested in money. I just want to be wonderful.

The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream.

I want to grow old without facelifts... I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face I've made. Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you'd never complete your life, would you? You'd never wholly know you.

If I'd observed all the rules, I'd never have gotten anywhere.

The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up.

It's better to be unhappy alone, than unhappy with someone - so far.

I don't know who invented high heels, but all women owe him a lot.

If I'm a star, then the people made me a star.

No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they're pretty, even if they aren't.

What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5 of course!

I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it.

It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.

The trouble with censors is that they worry if a girl has cleavage. They ought to worry if she hasn't any.

Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.

Hollywood's a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss, and fifty cents for your soul. I know, because I turned down the first offer often enough and held out for the fifty cents.

The truth is I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't. When they found this out, they would blame me for disillusioning them and fooling them.

It's all make believe, isn't it?

A career is wonderful, but you can't curl up with it on a cold night.

I'm very definitely a woman and I enjoy it.

Dogs never bite me. Just humans.

Men are so willing to respect anything that bores them.

It's not true I had nothing on. I had the radio on.

I've been on a calendar, but never on time.

I'm a failure as a woman. My men expect so much of me, because of the image they've made of me — and that I've made of myself — as a sex symbol. They expect bells to ring and whistles to whistle, but my anatomy is the same as any other woman's and I can't live up to it.

Don't you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty? You wouldn't marry a girl just because she's pretty, but my goodness, doesn't it help?

Unfortunately, I am involved in a freedom ride protesting the loss of the minority rights belonging to the few remaining earthbound stars. All we demanded was our right to twinkle.

I think that when you are famous every weakness is exaggerated. ... Goethe said, "Talent is developed in privacy," you know? And it's really true. ... Creativity has got to start with humanity and when you're a human being, you feel, you suffer. You're gay, you're sick, you're nervous or whatever.

Please don't make me a joke. End the interview with what I believe. I don't mind making jokes, but I don't want to look like one... I want to be an artist, an actress with integrity... If fame goes by, so long, I've had you, fame. If it goes by, I've always known it was fickle. So at least it's something I experienced, but that's not where I live.

ay good-bye to Pat, say good-bye to Jack and say good-bye to yourself, because you're a nice guy.

An actress is not a machine, but they treat you like a machine. A money machine.

Why? — It paid the rent.

I restore myself when I'm alone. A career is born in public — talent in privacy.

That's the trouble, a sex symbol becomes a thing. But if I'm going to be a symbol of something, I'd rather it be sex than some of the things we've got symbols of... I just hate to be a thing.

The studio people want me to do "Good-bye Charlie" for the movies, but I'm not going to do it. I don't like the idea of playing a man in a woman's body — you know? It just doesn't seem feminine.

First, I'm trying to prove to myself that I'm a person. Then maybe I'll convince myself that I'm an actress.

Husbands are chiefly good as lovers when they are betraying their wives.

My work is the only ground I've ever had to stand on. I seem to have a whole superstructure with no foundation — but I'm working on the foundation.

When you're famous you kind of run into human nature in a raw kind of way. It stirs up envy, fame does. People you run into feel that, well, who does she think she is, Marilyn Monroe? They feel fame gives them some kind of privilege to walk up to you and say anything to you, of any kind of nature — and it won't hurt your feelings — like it's happening to your clothes not you. ((also quoted as: People feel fame gives them some kind of privilege to walk up to you and say anything to you, of any kind of nature — and it won't hurt your feelings — like it's happening to your clothing.))

Success makes so many people hate you. I wish it wasn't that way. It would be wonderful to enjoy success without seeing envy in the eyes of those around you.

I've never dropped anyone I believed in.

The thing I want more than anything else? I want to have children. I used to feel for every child I had, I would adopt another.

I am invariably late for appointments - sometimes as much as two hours. I've tried to change my ways but the things that make me late are too strong, and too pleasing.

I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved, for myself and for my talent.

I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.

People had a habit of looking at me as if I were some kind of mirror instead of a person. They didn't see me, they saw their own lewd thoughts, then they white-masked themselves by calling me the lewd one.

Before marriage, a girl has to make love to a man to hold him. After marriage, she has to hold him to make love to him.

I have too many fantasies to be a housewife. I guess I am a fantasy.

Dreaming about being an actress, is more exciting then being one.

There was my name up in lights. I said, 'God, somebody's made a mistake.' But there it was, in lights. And I sat there and said, 'Remember, you're not a star.' Yet there it was up in lights.

I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

I think that's enough for now. All quotes were said by Marilyn Monroe. Goodbye, Norma Jean.

Shigure's Carma

Once Again

It seems that about once a year, I have a thing for certain stars. At the moment, I'm back with Norma Jean. She truly was a beautiful, poised woman. It truly was a tragedy when she left. It was over forty years ago. Forty-seven years and forty-six days since she was found.

She would have been 83 this year, but she was gone long before she could turn 40, let alone 83.

Goodbye Norma Jean, I hope you're happy wherever you are now, you certainly deserve it.

Happy Days, Honey,
Shigure's Carma

Is It Real? (G)

Okay, what the hell happened to summer vacation? I mean, seriously, WHAT HAPPENED TO IT?!?!? I want to have fun and sleep in till noon. I want to put a huge party together and eat twice my weight in birthday cake.

Quote for Rootbeer, Bubblegum, and Popcorn:

Today is my first day of high school. I have seven new notebooks, a skirt I hate, and a stomachache. ...My first class is biology, I can't find it and get my first demerit for wandering in the hall. It is 8 50 in the morning. Only 699 days and 7 class periods until graduation.

Irony of it is, my first class IS biology.

I regret not posting more. I wish I had been home. I wish my birthday would be more fun. I wish that my birthday wasn't THIS Friday.

I hope you all have a good day in prison--purgatory--jail--SCHOOL, that's what it's call, school. I hope you don't get lost too much. I hope you don't have a teacher like Mr. Neck. I hope all of you going to Davis won't forget me.

Love you,
Shigure's suckish Carma

Relatives G

Alright, so this isn't in my 'Memories' series, but I thought I'd just talk about it because I can.

So, my family history on my mother's side disappears after a few generations. No names, no nothing. It's like we don't exist ((maybe we're just aliens from Saturn or something...)) but after that point, there are many possibilities as to our relatives.

You see, my grandmother's maiden name is Jackson. And there is a very high possibility that I am, in fact, related to Michael Jackson. Then, my mother's maiden name is Swift, and there is a slight chance that I am related to Taylor Swift ((though not as likely as Michael...)). And the other major one is Elvis Presley, apparently ((somewhere in the family tree)) we were Presleys but we can't find any documents on whether or not we actually ARE related to him. ((Of course, if we are, we could also be related to Oprah because Oprah may be related to Elvis...*shrugs*))

See, like I said earlier: we have no family history. It's all gone. Don't suggest one of those websites or genealogy places, they don't have anything. It's like we don't exist.

Well, that's about all.

Thank you for the music MJ,
Shigure's Carma

Memories and Visits G

((Once again, continuation of my 'Memories' series))

When I was little, my grandparents lived 3 days away ((by car)) so we'd visit when we could. Now, there are several visits I remember, but I'll focus on ONE today.

I was really little and my grandpa decided to take us to visit Uncle...Henry...Harvey...Harold...it stated with an 'H'...anyways...so I went with him and my mom.

I don't really remember Uncle What-sis-face, but I remember his house. It had a light brownish shag carpet that I spent the vast majority of my visit sitting on. The house smelled weird. A combination of cigarettes, dust, and old.

Yes, old has a smell. You know, that smell that always seems to be in old people's houses, nursing homes, and old buildings, that's what 'old' smells like.

I also remember light colored paint on the walls, and it was really sunny. That's pretty much all I remember.




AND AN ADDITION THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT! I've been listening to show tunes. My current show tunes are:

• 'I Cain't Say No' (Oklahoma)
  
• 'Maybe This Time' (Cabaret)
  
• 'Money, Money' (Cabaret)
  
• 'What I Did For Love' (A Chorus Line)
  
• 'Don't Cry for Me Argentina' (Evita)
  
• 'Be Italian' (Nine)

Ironically, I've never seen any of those musicals...but I love the music from Cabaret, especially the versions with Liza Minelli. XD

What I Did For Love,
Shigure's Carma

Memories and Last Days of School

As a continuation of my 'Memories' I thought I'd say the little I know about my last day of school each year.

Crying.

There, that is all I have to say.

Not 7th or 8th grade, but every other year, I've cried. This year was pretty bad. Alright, it was the worst. I was pretty much a wreck, but whatever.

I have no more to say on the matter,
Shigure's Carma