you’ve seen the pictures popping up on your tumblr feed before, you’ve probably oohed and ahhed over it, but did you know that the website actually lists the supplies you need to MAKE YOUR OWN CHEESEBURGER BED?!

And it shall be done.

Someday.

Where do you get a circular bed and box frame?

GASP.

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I don’t remember where this image came from, but it’s been saved as “Fierce Burger Nails” on my desktop for about two weeks now.

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Guh. I’m in love with this girl’s style. And her etsy shop.
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this is a cupcake.

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Lolita has intrigued me for many years. I attempted to read it about four years ago, but probably made it through only half of part one. This is the kind of novel that would be perfect for an english class, or perhaps even a psychology class. There’s a lot of layers here.

I actually really liked the descriptive voice of the main character, Humbert Humbert. There were some parts that were hard to read, as I could clearly see them in my mind’s eye, but his character was certainly the most compelling.

When I tried to read it at sixteen, I didn’t like Lolita’s character at all. I think because her age in the beginning of the novel was rather close to mine, I took offense that it would characterize her as being so childish. In my rereading of the text, I can appreciate her character more. I felt for her living under the distain and jealousy of her mother, Charlotte Haze, and I certainly felt for her living under the tyranny of Humbert Humbert. I was just wishing for her to run away.

The first part of the novel was great, during the second half I lost interest at times when the plot became a little too slow. After Humbert pulled Lolita out of Beardsley in part two, I tuned out until the part where he receives news of her marriage and pregnancy towards the end. There was a good ten pages that I kind of skimmed through. I found there to be an excessive amount of driving in this novel. I was actually distracted, wondering how much the gas on their cross-country road trips would cost today.

It’s not a feel-good story, but I certainly appreciated the Humbert’s eloquent style. Humbert also frequently writes and speaks in French, usually to describe or reference something. I wish I knew French, or had the patience to use Google Translator because I’d imagine there is a good deal of Humbert’s wit that is being lost in the novel’s lack of translation.

The rest of my summer reading list is here.

As you can see, I’m working very hard on something.

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Perfect. 

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I have to say, CJ knows my taste in movies very well. We were hanging out at his apartment last night, thinking about movies to put on, and he said, “I should show you Battle Royale. I think you’d really like it.”

It’s about a group of Japanese schoolkids abducted by the government and put on a desolate island by themselves. They are all wearing time bombs on their necks that will explode in 3 days. In those three days, they must kill off all of their peers on the island, so that there is only one person left alive to go home. 

This movie is extremely gory. It’s not stab, fall, run away gory; it’s slice-open-your-neck-and-watch-you-die-slowly gory. The gore is campy and psychotic at the same time. It’s obviously fake, but it’s so horrific in the way it’s done that you can’t really laugh at it. 

Now, why do I like this? I actually love how ruthless the movie is. There are so many characters, that you don’t really get too attached to any of them, and it makes no difference to you whether they survive til the end or not. The theme of manhunting has been done numerous times (ie. Lord of the Flies, The Most Dangerous Game) but every time it’s done, its always exciting. The thing about campy gory movies is that once you get over your initial shock of the first victim’s head being blown off, you are desensitized and can watch the rest of the movie, anticipating the next killing. I read somewhere that gore is like porn, it’s fun to look at because it leaves nothing to the imagination. (I must note, this film is not in the “horror” genre as much as it is “action”. I don’t watch horror films. The last horror movie I saw was in 2004, and I’m ok with that.)

Movies like this one, along with Sin City and Kill Bill, do gore expertly. When its done right, it turns a B-List slasher flick into great cinema. 

If you are intrigued, here’s the trailer. 

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