Supernatural: Be Still My Scared Senseless Heart

Supernatural is amazing. I have no idea how I’m going to catch up, though. Eleanor knows that I can’t watch them alone, so now that she’s marathoned them without me (thanks, sis), she’s definitely not as eager to re-watch them with me. I need her there, though, to tell me what’s going on (I do miss information here and there when I watch through my fingers)!

I’m also hesitant to keep watching now cause apparently Sam loses his soul??? (You know me, Eleanor. You saying “Spoiler” before a sentence just makes me need to read the sentence that much more…)

Speaking of Sam, I felt like he was grievously overlooked in my sister’s article. I definitely think Sam deserves more credit than he’s given sometimes. While I love Dean, I looooove Sam. He’s so sensitive and caring (while still kicking demon butt hardcore), and he has a great bedside manner.

Let’s be honest: Sam Winchester is the actual brains of the operation. While Dean hits first and asks questions later (an admittedly good characteristic to have in his profession), Sam observes his surroundings and figures out what devious thing is happening in a town and what devious creature is actually behind the strange happenings in said town.

Also, Sam’s storyline is crucial to the plot and is the reason the show’s been able to run for as long as it has been. Mysterious powers, weird demon friends, sketchy demon encounters as an infant, visions, etc. This guy’s got it all.

Finally, have you seen that jaw line? Those eyes, that height, those arms, that smile… you get the gist. Yup, I’m ready to start watching again.

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Supernaturally Amazing

I feel as though it is my duty to talk about and praise the greatest show that has ever existed. So, I present to you: Supernatural.

Let me begin with the two greatest arguments I could give you.





And second:






Need I say more?

Vi said I do. So, allow me to explain.

Violet and I have been obsessed with this show since we started watching a couple years ago. (Well, I say we’ve been watching it, but really I’ve been watching it while Violet watches slivers of screen between her fingers.) I’m completely caught up, but she still has a little ways to go. I couldn’t hold off any longer. She makes us watch it in the middle of the day- completely taking away from the essence of the show!- so, I tend to binge watch after dark (so spooky!).

Lately the show has gotten into more arcs so that there is a common theme/challenge to overcome over several episodes or throughout a season, but to be completely honest, I would be just fine having them simply beat the crap out of demons and other supernatural beings week after week and nothing more. The larger story is great, but for me, it just takes away from the action and slows everything down at times. And, my, how I do love to watch the action.


Not surprisingly, I am a Dean girl (dem bowlegs doe). I mean, let’s be real, he kicks some serious butt. He asks few questions and fires from the hip. And above all, he protects his sensitive little brother (sound familiar?).

Don’t get me wrong, Sam’s great and all, but he does contribute to the aforementioned slowing down (with the exception of SPOILERS, VI! soulless Sam. I could actually get on board with some soulless Sam. OKAY, YOU’RE GOOD.)


Basically, if you’re looking for some quality, kickass, entertaining television, stop your search. This is it.

The Hunger Games: Team Peeta


So, I loved The Hunger Games. I know some book lovers who weren’t too happy with it, but there were so many different elements to it that I loved. This movie might have also seemed great because the last book adapted series I’d watched was Twilight, so I greatly lowered my expectations before watching this one.

First: Jennifer Lawrence. I love her. I think she’s a great actress, and I love that she’s down to earth in real life. If you haven’t seen the interviews with her, Baby Thor, and Josh Hutcherson, watch them. They’re amazing — especially the “Unscripted Interview” ones. Her inside jokes with Josh just make me root for them that much more. (Their friendship in real life is SO adorable!)

Too much cuteness

Which brings me to all you Peeta haters: back off! I have had an irrational crush on Josh Hutcherson since his first movies — so this may have something to do with me not minding him being the actor for Peeta — but I also love Peeta as a character. Nobody’s perfect, so of course he will have flaws and weaknesses, and he may never be as strong as Katniss.

BUT, let’s talk about his interview skills and strategy. That boy has got it down. He is a sensitive cook who paints and isn’t shy in a crowd — not to mention he is willing to die for the girl he loves…or the girl he at least seriously likes at this point. He’s the reason they have a chance at sponsors during the games, and he’s supportive of Katniss throughout the whole process (even when she’s mean to him and wants him to go away).

This is his face watching them kiss…

Now, I admit that when reading the books, I was leaning more toward Gale in the beginning; but, in the movie, he’s barely even there. They only have a few scenes together, and those needed to serve as the foundation for their strong friendship and their everlasting loyalty to each other and each other’s families — and it just didn’t happen. Personally, I didn’t feel the chemistry. Maybe it’s because they weren’t given enough scenes, or maybe it’s also because Baby Thor just isn’t how I imagined Gale.

Either way, I completely forgot about Gale during the movie — except when they would decide to awkwardly pan back to him in District 12 during cute Peeta/Katniss moments. So awkward.

Although I wasn’t planning on talking about Rue too much (it’s too soon), I feel the need to explain to some people why her death was so tragic. Firstly, just because I knew she was going to die doesn’t make WATCHING HER DEATH any less painful. I just had to experience her death all over again, and this time I had a lovely visual to go along with it…. Also, seeing and hearing Katniss crying and being heartbroken makes it all the more sad.

As I’ve already explained to Eleanor, Rue is so much more in the books. Her character overall is somewhat tragic because she depicts everything that is unjust with the games. While they’re all technically innocent (don’t get me started on Districts 1 and 2), Rue is a little girl, the proverbial picture of innocence. She’s forced to fight by being placed in the games, but this cruel environment doesn’t change who she is.

She could have let the Careers kill Katniss, but instead she exposed herself to Katniss, deciding to trust her in order to save her. Then, when Katniss was useless and passed out for a couple of days, Rue risked her life in order to slowly nurse her back to health. This selfless act of aligning herself with Katniss is what ultimately led to her unnecessary death. (For clarification, every single death in the games is unnecessary and meaningless. Stupid, Capitol).

Rue is such a huge part of Katniss’ journey in the games. She’s the bright light that gets her through it all and keeps her sane. Rue helped her remember herself and helped remind her why she was fighting — for her sister. Rue becoming a sister-figure to Katniss made her death just that more tragic.

Some may say that Katniss took Rue under her wing, but Rue is the one that saved Katniss and stuck by her, giving her the hope to keep going.

Overall, it was fun seeing this movie with someone who didn’t know what was going on. Although, she would’ve understood a lot more if she had actually watched it instead of whispering questions in my ear the whole time. “Wait, are they gonna die, too? What about them?” Yes, Eleanor…everyone dies.

Also, I hate to burst your bubble, sis, but your idea for Baby Revolt already exists. It’s called Les Miserables. And, yes, they all die in that one, too.


The Hunger Games Reviewed



Violet and I finally got the chance to watch The Hunger Games. I was so psyched to see it. Action, girl power- I’m all over it. Overall, I liked the movie, but there were a few things I found confusing (and, yes, that could be because I was ravenously hungry and had to keep getting up to refill my popcorn- I’m getting my money’s worth. And when did concessions get so expensive?? I just want some popcorn and red vines, maybe a slushy, I shouldn’t have to sign over my first born. The Hunger Games, indeed. But I digress).

So delicious, so expensive
So delicious, so expensive

Apparently, it was a book first? I mean, seriously, who even takes the time to read (oh yeah, my dorky little sister. Love ya, sis!). So, that girl was getting sooooo emotional the whole time. I mean, right at the beginning, the little girl… what was her name? It was weird. I looked it up. It was Rue. That’s a weird name. That chick died real quick and Violet was in hysterics sobbing! I’m like, you knew her for 15 minutes. She said it’s much more hashed out in the book, but again, who can take the time. Also, wouldn’t reading ahead have made you more prepared, sister dear? I mean, death is right in the description.

So, here’s the thing. 24 unwilling (for the most part) kids are thrown into an arena to kill each other, right? So…. I don’t know, maybe just don’t kill each other! You could all band together, use your random skills, and just leave. I mean, who’s really going to stop you? It seems like every adult has some kind of handicap. You could take them!! So, do it! If I had directed this movie (…if I had written the book?), it would have been far more baby revolt (Note to Self: Write a screenplay titled Baby Revolt). And, yes, that kinda happens at the end, but I woulda been going strong the whole dang time.

The ending also seemed pretty open-ended, like they left it open for more movies. Is there more to the book? Does it keep going after the games end? Update: Violet has informed me there are actually more books, so that explains that. Hopefully, they take a page outta my book (see what I did there?), and start putting some people in there place. That being said, as horrible as the capital is, that is one fun wardrobe. Ooooh! Halloween plans!!

Seeing as Hollywood did not take my genius direction on how the story should have gone, here’s what I really don’t understand. Those district 1 and 2 guys, right? They have literally been training all their lives and then v o l u n t e e r to be in the Hunger Games.


I’m sad they’re dead because of the…. story line

Seriously! Like, did you guys not realize just how much killing would be involved or that the other kids are actually going to try to kill you too?? They came in hot and ready, taunting and teasing, then just keel over! And Katniss, scrappy and agile as she may be, really should not have stood a chance. (And really, guys? Not one of you can climb a tree? Was that not in your training regimen as children?) It’s just not realistic.

After all that, I’d like to end on a positive note. And let’s be honest, Mystique, Thor Jr., and Shorty McShort all did a great job. I guess it does take some talent and work to really get a rise out of a viewer, right?

The Parade of Boys I Never Asked For

*Insert long gratuitous sigh*

For those unfamiliar (though Violet should have already sorted you out… especially if you’ve ever talked to her for more than 3 seconds or simply stumbled in the the shrine she calls a bedroom), Boy Parade is the newest boy band marketed as though they were the sexiest, most talented beings.

No one else just gets to be this

The breakdown (much like my mental state at this point):
Danny: The little twerp who sings and plays tambourine. We have no idea how old he is. Violet says 14-16, but really, the kid’s like 8. Oh! And he wears a top hat. Seriously kid, a tambourine and top hat do not Stevie Nicks make. Stevie Nicks is a goddess saint sent to us all from above, and you- well, let’s just say- you are not.

Eric: Lead guitar. Doesn’t seem like the brightest bulb in the chandelier, and yet has somehow asserted himself as sole lyricist (at least he’s credited as such).

Miles: Plays bass. Doesn’t speak, so much. He just kinda glances over a lot at…

Justin P: Rhythm guitar. We also don’t hear much from him, but I am just soooo certain that he and Miles are in a relationship. They totally love each other. You can contest, but I have seen them in person! I’ve seen it. It’s there!

Justin T: The drummer, and easily the most attractive of the bunch. The only one I don’t mind looking at, and he’s shoved to the back. He’s got some great hair, and oh what I wouldn’t give to see it in a man bun!

*Note: They actually use both Justins’ last initial… And they rhyme! Literally, I cannot just say “Justin,” Violet will correct me.
As you may have noticed, my dear little sister is clearly obsessed, whereas my feelings toward the “band” are… less than favorable. But, being the great sister I am, Violet and I spent our Spring Break driving cross country, following the boys as they toured.

They have a couple of popular songs (that Violet will NOT stop singing!!!). She thinks they’re so romantic, but let’s think about them for a second, really. One of them is “Staring Through Your Window.” …Are you kidding me? I shouldn’t even have to point out how creepy that is!! Why is he outside her window? Does she know he’s there? Is she ignoring him, because he’s now creepy and annoying? Should someone maybe call the police (at least the band so we can hear some good music)?
The second song is “The Only One.” This also raises some questions for me. Boys, there are 5 of you. Are you all singing about the same girl? (I mean, I know Miles and Justin P aren’t, but still.) I would imagine there would be a riff between them if they are all pining after some unfortunate, unsuspecting female. But maybe that’s just me.

The trip itself:
The driving wasn’t too bad (even when a certain someone just can’t stay awake while in a moving vehicle for more than 2 minutes!). But, those times of solitude were when I could finally cut out the incessant whining of tiny Danny and listen to something else. And I am a big enough person to admit that when Vi was awake and were listening to Boy Parade’s one full album on repeat, there are times when one must simply accept it, go numb, then warm inside (much like freezing to death), and just sing along. Am I a martyr? Yes.

No Boy Bands Shirt Black Front
Should’ve ordered this before we left

Towards the end of the trip, something happened. It was a defining moment, and perhaps the lowest of my life. During the infamous “The Only One,” they decided to choose an “only one.” They wanted to pluck a young girl from the crowd and make her night. Maybe they wanted a challenge, maybe they are just that stupid, but that night, that “only one” that they chose after scanning the crowd was not my screaming, inconsolable litter sister. It was not some girl who had begged and pleaded and cried to her parents for tickets. No, above all these willing adolescents, they chose me.
I was dragged on stage by Danny’s grimy little baby hands as he tried to sing to me about how I was clearly the love of his life. Danny, please, save yourself some embarrassment for after puberty. I tried my hardest to not show my outright disgust of the tiny gremlin, but according to Violet, I was unsuccessful. Please, Vi, just photoshop your face over mine. We’d both be happier. I even tried to scoot towards the back to get closer to Justin T, but I guess I looked shy, because I was forced further forward and into the gaze of a tambourine boy (definitely not man) as he wailed about his undying love.

Another night, post-concert, when we were just so exhausted and I was a little scared to be behind the wheel, Violet and I stopped at a Denny’s for some food and coffee. It took a couple cups until our eyes were opened wide enough to realize that the restaurant was buzzing quite a bit for being around midnight. That’s when we realized they was there. I couldn’t get away from these guys!
Violet so desperately wanted an interview, and as she usually does, looked to me to utilize my undeniable charm and talk to them. My reaction was to hide behind my menu (whether it was from them or from her, I still don’t know. I’m telling you, I’ve never been this tired!). After averting confrontation (with the band. Vi had some words), the group left the restaurant and simultaneously, Violet without.

All in all, I still only mildly tolerate the band. And I’ll say it was all pretty worth it just to see the look on Violet’s face at every venue when the lights went down as the show started. It was this ridiculous child-like giddiness, but it was pretty adorable. At least, I think it was. It was kinda hard to see clearly through my own grimacing.

Boy Parade: I’ll Follow You to the Ends of the Earth

Oh my goodness. Where do I begin??? Eleanor is the best sister ever! This has probably been the best time of my life so far. I don’t know how it can get any better than this. We spend our spring break following Boy Parade around on the tour. BOY PARADE! Eleanor is AMAZING because, even though she isn’t as crazy about them as I am, she knows how much I love and adore them and took us on this trip anyway. Thank you, Eleanor! This was some of the most fun I’ve ever had. We were initially hoping to get a quick interview with them, but…I’ll get to that.

Now, for those of you who don’t know about Boy Parade (I’ve met quite a few of you recently), I don’t know how you’ve survived until now.

Here’s the run-down:

Danny: He’s the lead singer, he’s still in high school, and he’s either 14 or 16 (Eleanor and I can never agree on this). He plays the tambourine (quite difficult to do while singing), and he is known for wearing a top hat ever since he wore one in one band photo. He has a ridiculously good voice, and anyone who says differently is just jealous; they wish they could sing as great as he does.

Eric: *sigh* He’s the lead guitarist. While I love them all dearly, Eric is by far my favorite. He’s the oldest, he’s in college, and he writes a lot of their lyrics for most of their songs. While they all do back-up vocals at times, Eric sings back-up the most.

Miles: The bassist.

Justin T.: The drummer.

Justin P.: Rhythm guitar.


I can never get tired of hearing their songs (which is good because of the number of times that we heard them over break).

There most popular song is “Staring Through Your Window.” It’s the sweetest; you can just tell that the boy in the song loves the girl so much. My personal favorite of theirs is now “The Only One.” When they played this song at the second concert we went to, I kid you not, Eric kept making eye contact with me. We’re destined to be together. I just know it.

Now, for the big moments of the trip:

During one of their last concerts in Indianapolis, guess who got called to come on to the stage?! Eleanor….

I kept my jealousy in check at first, deciding to be happy for my sister. But then…THEN…she had on her what-am-I-doing-here look! Not an I-am-so-happy-my-life-is-fulfilled look. No! She even sneered at one point when Danny got close to her to sing! Sneered! Suffice to say, I didn’t talk to her much the rest of the night. I’m over it now, though. Completely over it.


We now come to the reason why we do not actually have an interview with Boy Parade to share with you. It was a dark and stormy night. We were driving to the next stop on the tour, Chicago. The rain was making it difficult for Eleanor to drive, not to mention she was tired (and we were both starving). So, at the first Denny’s we spotted, we stopped.

I was so focused on eating that I almost didn’t notice the group taking up half of the restaurant. That’s right. It was Boy Parade! I looked out the window, and sure enough, there was their tour bus at the other end of the parking lot. I nudged Eleanor with my foot because my face and arms were frozen in place, my hands holding a biscuit in place a few inches from my open mouth. She didn’t like being disturbed from her food, but Eleanor soon followed my line of sight to the booth containing the gorgeous band members.

As my initial shock subsided, I became uncontrollably excited. This was our chance! We could actually get an interview! I looked over to tell Eleanor to go talk to them (we both know she’s the bold one), and I found her hiding behind her menu! Which in reality hides nothing. After a half hour of pleading and bickering back and forth, we ended up with an empty restaurant, no Boy Parade, and no interview.

So, jury. What’s your verdict? Should Eleanor be forever teased for a) sneering at the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of being on-stage with Boy Parade and then b) being too scared to talk to the same people she sneered at?


Lack of interview aside, this was an amazing trip. Not only because I got to see the amazing Boy Parade, but because I got to have an unforgettable road trip with my amazing sister.

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