Take a Giant Step

Hello Bloggers.
Yeah, I kind of love this movie. =]

I understand why Heath Ledger watched this movie to get into the character of the Joker, this is an amazing move.

Yeah, so, my dog is being put to sleep today, and we've had her since I was really little, and lived in New Orleans.
My little sister is in Oregon, so she'll have to find out about it when she comes home, whereas for me, I've been kind of expecting it, she's so old, and she hasn't been able to walk very good. We've had her so long.
Well, I'm gonna go now
A-Real

Lo Bloggers,

Well, I went to see the Black Knight tonight, and I have to say, as far as movie psychos go, I loved it. The late Heath Ledger was truly amazing in the role, none could have done it better. Apparently jack Nicholson was pissed he wasn't offered the role, and when I thought of that, I sort of thought, you've done it once, let someone else have their turn, and boy what a turn Heath had. There's a story on Quizilla, about a girl who's kidnapped by the Joker, it's pretty good, except for all of the spelling mistakes. things like "Rough" spelled "Ruff" and stuff like that, little things I can overlook with a grimace. =) All in all, it's just another brick in the wall, as Pink Floyd would have said. No, Sang, sorry. =D The Joker was insane, and Heath did this sort of voice it was like a cross between Jack Nicholson's, and Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka. I loved it, and I was cracking up the entire time. I don't know why, but I find excessive violence in movies funny. Well, to a certain point. Well, Sometimes. But, that's all for now Bloggers. I'll probably post again, so, until then,
Ta-Ta
A

Hello Bloggers,

I started going to this new place, an organic salad and pizza place for lunch, and the girl that owns it is like one of the coolest people ever! I was apparently their third customer, and a now regular, because I'm a veggie-health-nut (sometimes) and so, anyways, she and I start talking about music, and I was telling her what kind of music I like, and I mentioned The Monkees [AKA my favorite band] pretty much ever, so she was telling me about a friend she has, who subs for Mike Nesmith, and I was just like :O I thought that was like the coolest thing ever. And, so anyways I took a week off to go to Montana for my mom's best friend's wedding, and when I got back, I went there for lunch again, as usual, and as soon as I walked in, she pulled a picture out of where she had it, and held it up, it was a signed picture of the Monkees....FOR ME! I was speechless momentarily, and then burst into a chorus of thank yous, and I can't believe this, and oh-my-gods. She explained after she found out I liked the Monkees she had to get it for me, because of her friend, and she knew I would like it, so she called her friend, and there was some Monkees meeting or whatever, and he was there, and all of the Monkees were there. I swear, I nearly started to cry that was SOOOOOOOOOO cool of her to get it for me, and I felt bad I didn't have enough time to spend there, but I'm going back there again, hopefully Monday, and spending a long time there. I love that place, and she's super cool. It's funny how most of my friends are older then myself.

It's 11:01, and my step dad's phone is ringing I can hear him stumbling over things to get to it. Moving from the living room, towards the hall, he's in the bathroom talking on the phone. I've always hated men (and women) who take a piss while they're on the phone. But, that's just me.

Now for the Quentin Tarantino part of this blog. I rented Planet Terror, because it hasn't come into the store yet, and so, anyways, I'm watching it, and the part with Tarantino in the elevator with the girls comes on, and he's talking about her giving him a "Fuck you" look, and I'm just sitting here like Oh, come the fuck on Tarantino, What's happening here? Are you turning into Richard Gecko with a fucking gun and some cameo on? Whatever, I just notice these things. Like in Pulp Fiction in the scene in the beginning, and the end the way they film things, and the way the characters of Yolanda, and Ringo (as he's called in the movie) say their lines are different. Not that I'm complaining, I just notice that shit.
Some people online have this theory that Mr. Pink from Reservoir Dogs really works for Marcellus Wallace, from Pulp Fiction, and he got away, with the diamonds which are in the briefcase, and the way Brett, and Flock of seagulls got it is they tricked Marcellus by telling him they would protect it or something, which brings in Vincent Vega and Jules Winnfield, to get the briefcase. Marcellus asks Vince Vega to keep an eye on his wife, and then asks Mr. Pink (Who had that whole thing about tipping waitresses) to watch out for his wife at the restaurant and make sure Vincent isn't getting fresh or whatever. Because Tarantino mentioned that Vince Vega, and Mr. White are brothers, and he also said he never mentioned what's in the briefcase, i think it's kind of a cool idea. =D I think people that have enough time to think up stuff like that are funny. But, heh, what are you gonna do? ;) Well, I'm gonna finish this movie.

G'Night Bloggers!
A-Real

Well Bloggers,

We've been in Montana for a few days now, and I've gone horse back riding nearly every day now, and we're leaving tomorrow. I hurt in places I shouldn't from riding every day, my arse is so sore. I know I'm up late, and I know I should be in bed, so I can get up early tomorrow, but I think I had some meat chili, and now I'm sick. I've been a veg for 3 years now, almost 4, and my body isn't used to meat, and I feel horrible. I'll get over it though, hopefully by tomorrow, because we're driving back to California, probably stopping in Utah to sleep or something. IDK I love it here, and I'm glad we were able to come here, but I really want to sleep in my own bed soon. I don't like being sick because I don't get sick often I can't emotionally handle feeling like crap. I'm like my dad, as hard as that is for me to admit, I am, he's pretty bad when he's sick.
My mom, and her three friends went to a bar tonight, and here it's 1:03 am. When I heard they were going to a bar, all I could think about is, here, it's still socially alright to have a mullet. Wow, scary huh? I remember the last time I was out here, I was walking down the street with my mom's friend, and her son, and these two little kids had bloody mullets! Like HOLY CRAP! hahaha. Well, I'm gonna go to bed soon, Rodney on the Roq is on, you should listen. lol. I'm gonna try to get some sleep now, but I'll post tomorrow night too, I promise.
G'Night!
A-Real

Hello faithful Bloggers,
'Tis I, A-Real, and I'm on family holiday. We're going to Montana, and today we drove through California, Nevada, Arizona, um, and we're in SLC Utah right now. =] It's alright, apparently SLC is very environmentally friendly. I'm so tired, we're on mountain time right now, so spelling is no big thing for me, just so you know. I got to do a bit of driving, I was alright, I seem to drift a tiny bit, and I need to learn to keep the speed up, and stuff. I dunno, it's not the worst thing I could be doing. My little sister is so annoying, she decided she was gonna wear a pair of black leggings, a strange green frilly halter dress, that's kinda low cut in the back, exposing her bra (she's only ten) and and over the dress, she's worn this white stud belt, and no matter how many times I tell her she looks ridiculous, she ignores me. Oh well. If she wants to looks stupid, it's her own fault. I can't wait until we get to Montana though, because I'm tired of being in the car. I'll keep you guys updated on each step of the way whenever I can, and it's a different time zone here, so I'm gonna crash now.
Keep you updated,
Love ya!
A-Real

Good evening Bloggers,

I realize it's been, well, FOREVER since my last blog, and I apologize for that, but I'm blogging now, aren't I? You know, I've mentioned my dad before on here, but I've never mentioned exactly how I feel about him. My dad is the type of person I usually try to stay away from. I love my dad so much, but with love come disappointment. And, truthfully, I don't think it's fair. But, more on that later I guess. I'm just to emotionally tired of it right now.

I just finished the new episode of Doctor who (and I watch it on England time, or as close to it as I can get.) so, I mean, the episode where Rose comes back, and the End of the world starts.
I don't think they can make the Doctor regenerate, because David Tennant said he'll be back in 2010 as the Doctor, so, how does that work? And, what's up with that huge arse gun Rose has? I mean, Billie Piper is pregnant, and I know it's a prop, but still.
Another thing I don't get is, there's so many amazing creatures, and aliens that they have on this show, and the world is being taken over by a bunch of completely insane salt shakers? What the hell? I mean, I love Doctor Who, I really do, but they brought back Rose (Mistake #1) the all of the Daleks were destroied at the end of series one when rose went all Bad Wolf, and I know I sound like a total nerd, but I don't care. I notice details, maybe it's part of my OCD (I hope not) but, whatever. I guess I'm being put on something for that. I tried to tell my dad about it, but he brushed it off as me being bored. Whatever, I think sometimes he doesn't know what he's talking about, but he wants to seem smart, so he'll say whatever he thinks of, hoping that it will make him seem like he knows what he's talking about. Whatever, I'm going to go get something to drink, and I'm going to try to post more often.

So long Bloggers,
Ariel

P.S. I got my driver's Permit!!!

Wow Bloggers, it's been awhile, hasn't it?
Well, I'm back, and school is out, so, I'll probably be updating a bit more often then I was before.
I'm going to be trying to go out to Hollywood a lot more then usual this summer, because I love it, and I'd like to start to get into that scene, and mindset, not to mention all of the cool shows and stuff out there.
Like, next Friday the Ting Tings will be out there. I can't go, sadly, but, I'm going to go see Sweet. I think I'd rather go see Sweet. =)
I also want to spend some time getting to know local bands, and getting to know other groups, and seeing some good shows. So, basically I want a summer full of music.

I'm watching one of the only movies that can make me cry right now. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. It's strange, my grandmother used to work in the Mental Hospital in Camarillo.

It's at that scene where Jack Nicholson got shock therapy, and I just nearly began to cry, the first time I saw the movie, I did cry! I noticed today that Jack had a freckle on the fight side of his nose, and it looked like it was purple. lol.

Well, I've got to finish watching the movie, so, I'll update later, bye bye Bloggers.
A-Real

Hello Bloggers, let me just start out with saying:
LOL!!!!!!!!!!
Having said that, let's move on. =) I've been reading about this girl who's like really hard to find or whatever, and is planning on killing David Caruso. lmao. Oh my god, I can't stop cracking up, I mean, he wouldn't be in this stupid mess if he had just sent her an autograph like she asked over 100 times. hahahahah ah well. It's like the Stones said "You Can't Always Get You Want" I mean, sure, sometimes it happens, but, whatever, if Caruso feels like being an ass, then so be it. I just think it's silly she's being so personal about this, I can't help but wonder in the letters what she said, did she focus merely on CSI Miami, or did she mention other things, or did she just straight up say "Give me an autograph" or something? I mean, when I send Davy Jones a letter, I told him I didn't expect him to reply, because I knew he got tons of mail. I mentioned I too loved horses, and I think i might have mentioned the Monkees, but I don't remember, it was two years ago. And, there he went, and send me an autographed picture. Wonder what would happen if I sent Caruso a letter like that? I mean, not about horses duh, but, I don't know, find something irrelevant to CSI Miami, and mention that. I mean, I read this thing about Stalkers earlier this year, and they usually think that the person they're stalking will dump whomever they're seeing when they meet them, and start dating the stalker or something. They long for a sexual relationship with that person, and when they find out that the person isn't going to return their feelings, they freak out. I guess she figured it out after 100 denials to an autograph. I mean, look at Madonna's stalker. Remember him? He thought he was her husband, Or, look at Robert Bardo, he killed that girl when she answered her door to talk to him. Well, according to him, they talked, and then he left,and then he remembered he had forgotten to give her something, so he went back, and when she answered the door, he shot her. I think my aunt knew her...

But, yeah. I don't think I would send David Caruso a letter like that just to see if he would answer it. I'm not that messed up. Well, OK I am, but I won't.

I'm still failing high school, and I have two weeks to catch up. I'm gonna go do that now, just thought I would post this on my break. Hope it sheds some light onto what I think of the situation, and if you didn't care what I thought of the situation, you wouldn't have clicked on the link would you? lol!!!

Bye Guys!

This is sucking like so bad. Every Sunday night I listen to the Rodney on the Roq show on KROQ. I don't listen to KROQ for any other reason. . . Unless I get bored when I'm in the car, and I have nothing better to do. Well, so, anyways, I got home early from wrecking havoc (Or Parading as I like to call it, thanks to A Hard Day's Night.) Which is basically me and my friend Patchez riding around town on razor scooters. Well, so I get home, and log onto KROQ's homepage, and wait 'till midnight (finishing up some schoolwork for this week) and when I clicked on play, it was not Rodney on the Roq, the music was way wrong, and some DJ goes on, introduces the next song, and clicks off, and I'm just sitting here going "WTF? What day is it? What?" And me and Patchez realized it's some best of KROQ countdown thing. And I've got a band profile on Myspazz, so it won't let me send a request to the Rodney on the Roq profile, or, I would know this. So, yeah. No Rodney on the Roq because KROQ decided to be lame, and push back the only time Rodney has anymore, and do their stupid countdown. Yeah, I'm tired, and cynical. So sue me. We're gonna go watch Lost Boys, and make fun of Keefer Sutherland for having a mullet. But, eh, he's the only man in the world who still looks sexy with a mullet. Holy jeebus, what did I just write? lol. Good night!!

Oh Jeeze is right, my goodness bloggers, I feel bad. I haven't updated in awhile huh? Well, I went to a party last night at my god-parent's house, well, in actuality it was across the street. My mom pulled me aside, and pointed to this woman I didn't know, and said "See that girl over there, the one with the long hair?" and I had noticed her a bunch of times, but I hadn't spoken to her, and I nodded, and my mom goes "She's the woman your dad cheated on me with." (This was before I was born) I nearly felt my jaw drop, as I turned, and looked at her in shock. "What?" I asked, and she merely nodded, before smiling her evil smile, and saying "You should go up to her and say 'Hi I'm Brian Cooke's Daughter'" we laughed, and then later in the night I found myself in the situation where it was acceptable to tell her who I was. It was a friend's birthday party, you see, so, she was saying:
"I've known him (the birthday boy) for years." and I replied with
"Oh, yeah, he was friends with my dad." I'm so bad sometimes. After she asked who my dad was I casually looked over at her. She's not very pretty. In fact, she looked kind of burnt out, but, I sort of smirked, and said "Brian Cooke."
and she was just like "Oh, I've known him since I was 14, I remember him, we went to high school together." and I couldn't help but think 'Yeah, I know you know him lady'.
She then was talking about something, and I said "Yeah, my mom is around her somewhere," she asked who, so I replied with "Oh, Rachel."
Bloggers, if you could have seen her face, she knew exactly who my mum was, and oh man, it felt good. I don't mean to be a jerk, but in my own little way, I am.
She responded to who my mom was once she pulled together in those two seconds, and then smiled, and went "Oh, so that's why I knew her! I was just like 'Did we go to high school together?' when we met."
I merely smiled, and laughed, and then she pulled her boyfriend over, who was an equally burnt out guy that could have been friends with my dad, knowing some of the people he used to hang out with.
"Travis, this is Ariel, this is Brian Cooke's Daughter!" she said, as he shook my hand, and suddenly something changed in his face, and he looked excited. (Oh shit?)
"Oh my god!" he went, as he shook my hand. "It is an honor" (Or something equally as weird) "I've known your dad since high school, I haven't seen him since I was 17, my god it is so weird, I was just thinking about him the other day, you know, just randomly thinking about him, I was thinking 'I wonder how Brian Cooke is doing. I wonder what Brian Cooke is up to' and now, a few days later, here you are, his daughter, isn't that weird, because I was just thinking about him...' He said a lot of things twice, and spoke like he was stoned, but, I knew he was just burnt out.
It's weird seeing a blast from my dad's past. Travis even told me, as I was leaving, to tell my dad, and I quote (you'll love this Bloggers) "Tell your dad you partied with Travis .... Tell your dad you partied with Travis ...." (I won't put up his last name) But, don't you love it, I mean, who the hell tells their ex-friend's 16-year old daughter! My god, some people, but, whatever, burnt out ex dead-heads are weird. I mean, I know plenty of burn-outs (I guess) but still, it's weird.
She mentioned she hadn't seen my dad since the accident, my dad was in this really bad accident about two years, maybe a year before I was born, and he was really messed up afterwards, and sometimes his knee still bothers him (I wonder if you can inherit a bad knee if the parson got it in a car accident?), but my mom, on the way home goes "She said she hadn't seen him since the accident? That sounds about right, I remember her, I was at the hospital, and she brought him all these cards she had made herself, and I realized who she was, and yelled at him, and I never saw her again."

How's about that for a blast from the past, eh bloggers?

Every year we have a stupid, annual fair, and every year, they have stuff like, carnival rides, and carnival games, and crappy carnival food (But, it's soooo bloody addicting) and I go every year. I used to go with my friends, and when I got there, I found myself surrounded by people I knew in middle school, and people I hate. I spent the entire night with these people, and people wonder why I go to school online.... I don't know, they had an alright cover band, but they did a really shitty version of I'm a Believer, and not to mention, the damn Christian (and not the Magic kind lol, Magic Christan!) group glaring me down because I left them in the middle of eighth grade, and became a Buddhist. Ah well. I best not focus on it too much, eh? lol. =D I got my picture of Davy Jones of the Monkees today. He really did sign it. It looks awesome, 'Jones' is a little smudged, but, it just proves it's not a photo-copy of the signature, right? Right. Dr.Who is on in 9 minutes. Thank goodness. I love that show, David Tennant is so cute! I love him as the Doctor. He's just so bloody perfect. Well, until tomorrow.
Cheers!
A-Real

P.S. I'm not a Mod, or a Rocker, I'm a Mocker. Right, ta then! Dr.Who is on!!!!

Well Bloggers, it's been three days, and already I have something to spice up my blog. I'm Failing high school! yaaay! oh, no, wait, that's bad. Jesus Christ, I never imagined being a sophomore could be so hard, I mean, if I was in regular high school, I would have killed myself ages ago, I nearly wanted to in middle school. Everything was going so well, and now, now this happens. You know that saying "When god closes a door, he opens a window"? Well, "god" whatever it may be, has closed both window, and door, and turned on the gases in my gas chamber of a life. The thought of public high school, it makes me want to throw up. I couldn't do something like that to myself, I get sick even now, just thinking about it. I'm going to try to change their minds, by trying to turn my grades around, but it most likely won't work. I'm sorry I'm not the best student, I'm sorry school give me nothing back, nothing personal. they give you grades, I think school is a dictatorship. I refuse to be a part of it, but here I am world, stuck in this Nazi camp of a system. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to drop out. I know if I did that, I couldn't get a "Real" job, but, then, what is reality but a sense of mind? I don't know. I bet I could be an activist, but, I'm just so tired of being a disgrace to my family. I can't do this to them. what would it be like if I disappeared readers? LA has a lot to offer a girl. Not enough, sometimes, but a lot. If I had a drivers license, I highly doubt I would still be in this damn town. Well, I'm going to go try and convince my principal I need to stay in this system. I can't handle any other system! I just can't!

On other note, when I was fourteen I sent Davy Jones of the Monkees a letter in Bevertown PA. I never go a response, but I mentioned in the letter I didn't expect one. When my mom called me, she mentioned I got something in the mail, from davyjones.net. I laughed, and she opened it, and said it was an autographed picture! I'm stunned, how awesome! Now I've got Davy's autograph, and Micky's! I just need Peter's and Mike's (though getting Mike's could be a bit harder). lol. Then I need to try to get them on my radio show. lol. That would be SO COOL!!!!!!! hahahahaha, well, I'm gonna go bloggers. I hope everything is going better in your lives.

Hello again Bloggers.

Well, I guess I'm kind of getting the hang of this. Hmm, I had work today. I work at a music store you know. I bet you're thinking "Oh, she works at a music store, she's all punk, and has a billion tattoos." Well, you're wrong. I don't. I'm just a kid, so, yeah. Besides that, I wouldn't do that. I used to want to, but now, that's just too creepy. I have the song 'Great DJ' by The Ting Tings playing right now. I found some loopholes on my bitch of a school computer. My friend told me about this system that shuts down net-nanny, and I'm really considering getting it, but, I'm out of school in like a month, so, what's the point? So long as I find loop-holes. =) I really want to go to Hollywood right now, I love it so much. I went there on Friday, and fell in love with it pretty much. I saw Rodney Bingenheimer there. He was really nice, and we talked for a little while, before I had to go. It was awesome. I loved being there. =D Rodney was so cool, the first time I talked to him, was when the Buck Brothers played on my radio show in March (I believe) It was so cool, I can't wait for them to come back to the US. The Ting Tings are playing in July at the Troubadour. Kate Nash is playing tomorrow night, but I can't go. No ride, and no cash. lol. apparently Dramarama is playing in LA this weekend, though I can't find any evidence to support that, though the guy who said it is doing the sound, and I really want to go see them. The Ting Tings'll be a good show though, I had better get tickets now. They're only fifteen bucks. I'm totally gonna buy them early. Wonder where the Buck Brothers'll play. I'll go see them too, because I love their music. Well, I'm gonna go make dinner, and watch a movie or two. idk, I've got insomnia. Maybe I'll go on a walk, and watch them set up the carnival stuff.

Good night Mates!

Cheers, and all that.
A-Real

Well bloggers, what can I say? This is the first time I've done a public blog like so, and I really hope I don't make a fool of myself (Though I probably will). I don't really know what to say here. I'm a normal sort of person I guess. I don't take pride in being very pretty, or very thin, though people have mentioned lately that I've begun to loose a lot of weight, pretty quickly. I don't understand that. All I do, is sit at home. I have an old dog who can barely get around. It's sad really, she's always tripping everywhere, and we have to give her shots. It freaks me out seeing needles at the Doctor's office, so, having one in my house is bad enough. Ugh, the thought of it makes me shutter. i had lead poisoning as a kid, and they would have to pin me down to take my blood. No wonder I still can't look at needles. People might wonder about the name to my blog, so, I'll tell you now why I named it so. I'm a Monkees fan, plain and simple. I love the Monkees. They're so fun! I love the TV show, and I love their music. The records are so fun groovy, and great to have around. I saw Micky recently, that was a blast. Take a Giant Step is one of the best songs, written by Carole King, and Gerry Goffin, and I figured, well, the lyrics "Come with me, leave yesterday behind And take a giant step outside your mind" did it for me, so why not? I can't believe the editor of Rolling stone, but, that's for another blog, eh bloggers? =) I suggest you go out, rent to movie Head, and get ready for a trip, because that's what it is, a head trip, written by Jack Nicholson in Ojai California, while on acid, that movie is totally Boss.