Yo Gene Kelly Work Those Shoulders

(Kate and I have secrets facebook groups. One dedicated to Keanu Reeves' Hot Bod, and one dedicated to David Duchovny's Forearms. Not so secret now that I told, but whatever. We post pictures and talk in capslock and are very immature about it.) You see, I was going to do this blog post about an ~actor, but then I thought that that might not really be good, and I should try and hide my love for the menz. (Thus the secret facebook groups.) I'm not sure if hiding is necessary, but nevertheless. I try to present a noble front. But dead actors can't actually be objectified, right? Cause they're dead and they don't care? So this post is hereby dedicated to Gene Kelly, who makes my world go round. As my sister proudly declared, "Every school paper would be improved by a paragraph on Gene Kelly." Amen Kate, amen.



















"I have found a new way to entertain myself. It's called men."
Being homeschooled make me feel like part of a secret and powerful anti-government cult. I mean, we file and do it all legally, but still. No one really knows what goes on in our homeschool community, do they?
Go the the link I am about to give you and listen to Poison Ivy. NOW.

Keep Calm- and do one of the following.

It's all the rage. Keeping calm that is. What follows however is entirely up to you.















They speak for themselves so nicely, that I won't bother with captions.
Coffee and blogging before church. I think updating this blog daily helps keep me sane.
EDIT: Scully is beating Dean in March Madness.
I don't think you heard me.
SCULLY IS ACTUALLY BEATING DEAN IN MARCH MADNESS.

The Deader The Actors, the Better the Film.

Sometimes I wonder why I bother watching modern movies, when the old ones are so darn good. Here are a few of my favorite old movies, that I haven't already posted about, with no rhyme of reason. Maybe it's because the people were prettier then. Maybe it's because the plots felt more original 60 years ago.


Rebel Without a Cause. 1955. One of my favorite movies, it was just so heartbreaking. Natalie and James were amazing. Sal Mineo was amazing, the whole movie was amazing.


Rear Window. 1954. Alfred Hitchcock was pretty much the coolest dude ever, and Rear Window is pretty much the coolest movie ever. It's just so scary.


Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House. 1948. This is my mom's like all-time-most-favorite movie. It's just so crazy and beautiful, and leaves you wanting a dream house.


For Me and My Gal. 1942. There's tons of singing and dancing, but also lots of romance and war and drama. The best of both worlds, plus Gene.


His Girl Friday. 1940. One of the most fast-paced movies I've ever seen, it was terribly exciting. All about reporters, romance and crime.

No, seriously though. These movies are all most magnificent.

Beautiful People, another part.

I am stressed about: My SAT scores, going back to work and fitting in all my school, my new writing class, de-cluttering our room, and my sister going back to school. So to sooth my very hectic soul, I'm posting some beautiful people.



















Enjoy my dears. They don't make 'em like this anymore.
Question:
Which of these hunks of man-meat is your favorite? William Powell? Jimmy Stewart? Gene Kelly? Jimmy Cagney? Cary Grant? Lawrence Olivier? Did I leave your favorite out?
Also listen to this. Stardust.

I believe, I believe, it's silly, but...

Wanna know what some of my favorite Christmas movies are? You don't? Oh well, too bad, and what the heck are you doing here? You should know by know my blog is indulgence central.


Miracle on 34th Street. Natalie Wood, you precious little thing! Also John Payne is a rather attractive man. And this movie is proof that my suspension of disbelief is huge, because I must have seen it a dozen times before I realized it was fantasy, and not a drama.


Charlie Brown's Christmas. Classic, wonderful, perfection, flawless, etc. You know the drill.


White Christmas. Maybe I blogged about this one already? I'm doing it again then. Danny Kayne and Vera Ellen are adorable and perky and romantic in a way that Bing is not, thus making this movie better then Holiday Inn.


The Phineas and Ferb Christmas Special. This is not a movie, I know. But Phineas and Ferb are basically Calvin and Hobes for the younger generation! And I need a Jeremy in my life. That is all I can really say.


The Polar Express. Granted this should have been a 30 minute short, it was pretty awesome anyway. The soundtrack was beautiful, and anything with an utterly untheologically sound message of "Just Believe" is fine by me!


Nightmare Before Christmas. I wasn't allowed to watch this when I was little and all I could watch was Mary Popins, but I saw it for the first time last year! Sally+Jack=Cutest thing ever? And it was not just Christmassy, it had general Holiday Goodness!


Meet Me in St. Louis. It wasn't really a Christmas movie, but whatever, Christmas is in it. I just love movies like this, about a random family and all their issues. The scene with the cake was so hysterical, and I have a crush on Lon.

So Christmas has taken over my brain as you can see. But on a non-Christmassy note, our freaking awesome IWTB poster is up in our room, and every time I look at it my heart skips a beat, thanks Meegwee! And I'm listening to Duffy. And tonight I'm being dragged to my sister's choir performance. Just kidding, I'm looking forward to it, although I'd rather spend the evening home, watching Christmas movies...