The Terrifying Tasha Monster: May 2010

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Kick-Ass...

I just returned from my local movie theater. The film of my choosing: Kick-Ass. Well, actually my friend chose the movie, I just followed along, still I can say with all honesty that on a scale of 1-5 it was 5. It was everything a good movie should be: funny, action packed, suspenseful and it left you hanging on for more. I'm sure everyone has seen the previews. Kick-Ass is about a ordinary guy who gets the brilliant idea to be a super hero. He has no super powers and no archnemesis. All he wants to do is help people. His intentions are pure and good, however after the first few tries of being a super hero he realizes that its not for him. Sadly by then its too late and he's been pulled into a whirl pool of dangerous crime. I recommend everyone see this movie. The ending leaves you with a trail of dots. Also, it makes you question yourself. If you witnessed a crime would you report it? Now be honest here, would you or would you be too afraid the criminals would some how track you down and kill you? If at the same time you were walking down the street was the same time some thugs decided to beat up a fellow peer/ employee? Would you run and save your own ass or risk your life for another's? The morality of life kicks in at the most desperate times.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Proma Drama........

Proma Drama thats what they should call it. Thats exactly what they should call prom because for me so far it has been nothing but extra stress and drama. My mother and grandmother continue to nag me about the dress and how it has to match with my dates tux and how I need to shop for shoes and blah blah blah blah. I hear the same thing every day. I for one am frankly tired of it all! Prom is another cliche of American life and to be honest I'd rather not go. It's just another thing I have to worry about so why would I want to add something else to my already full plate! Yeah, there are the memories I guess but the memories aren't going to be worth it if I die in the process from a stress attack. Every morning I look at my calendar and think, "Thank you God,one less day." I just want to hurry and get this thing over with so that I can focus on the more important things in life. Things like college and studying abroad. Thats what is important to me. My dress is beautiful and on prom I'll get to hang late with some of my best friends, but prom just isn't worth it.