THIS SI THE FUCKIGN POICTURE F THE BANNA IM GOING TO FUCKIING SHIT MSELF ITS SO SMALL HOY SHIT IM LITERALY HABVING AN ANURISM OVER THIS VANNAANA ITS SO SMALL HOLY SHIT HOLY SFUCKING SHIT
look everyone it is a small banana
isn’t that strange and wonderful
there are two types of people
THE ENTIRE SCHOOL WOULD HATE YOU
JINGLE JINGLE, MUTHERFUCKER.
Why is this so fucking funny to me?
I was doing fine until I saw “JINGLE JINGLE, MUTHERFUCKER” … then i lost my shit
A fantastic installation by Argentinian artist Tomàs Saraceno which will be on display at the Hangar Bicocca in Milan until February 3rd. “On Space Time Foam” is made of multiple layers of PVC membranes suspended 24 meters (79 feet) above the ground. The artist, famous for his large scale aerial works, continues with his desire to “create self-sufficient aerial structures that can be inhabited by people with a low environmental impact”.
I need help with a project for school! Help me out?
If you were driving down a dark road late at night and all of a sudden something ran across the road and you hit it, what would you say/do?
When a young girl discovers a planet that leads her closer to solving the mystery of the disappearance of her father, she must decide whether to continue her search, or begin a new quest altogether.
First 5 pages! Message me/comment to let me know what you think??
INT. DR. LOWELL’S HOME OBSERVATORY-NIGHT
DR. LOWELL is fast asleep at his desk in his home observatory. There’s a laptop and papers all over his desk. A huge telescope he built himself slowly moves behind him as it catches something.
The door to the observatory creaks open and a young boy around the age of 12 with jet black hair, blue eyes and light skin, slowly steps in. He has something in his hand.
As he inches towards Dr. Lowell, a beeping sound wakes him. He turns around but before he can react, the boy runs and taps him with the object he holds. Dr. Lowell vanishes.
INT. GIRL’S ROOM-NIGHT
A 7-year-old girl with long brown hair, VEGA, is asleep in her bed and suddenly wakes up. She gets up hugging her teddy bear and walks to her parents’ bedroom.
She opens the door and sees her mother sleeping. The door CREAKS behind her, she turns around and sees the blue-eyed boy holding the object. Scared, she runs to her mother’s bed and stands in front of it, guarding it.
You leave us alone!!
The mother wakes up. The boy looks at the little girl, confused, the object in his hand. He vanishes. The mother runs to her daughter, confused.
INT. CLASSROOM-DAY SUPER: 10 YEARS LATER
Class is over and students put their things away. Vega and her 17-year-old cousin LAYLA sit next to each other.
Are you going home first or straight there?
What are you talking about?
(Stares at Vega)
Your brother’s recital! Are you serious?
Vega drops her notebook on the table.
Ugh, I completely forgot.
She looks at Layla.
Oh no, you are not going to miss another-
Pleaaase?? Dr. Miranda said we might be able to see something tonight, so I need to go to the observatory to-
Vega and Layla go back and forth interrupting each other.
-take data and it only happens tonight-
So does your brother’s recital!
-so I need you to go for me, please? This is the last one, I promise!
Vega stares into Layla’s eyes. Layla doesn’t blink.
Thank you! Tell my mom I have school!
Layla sighs as she puts her last things in her backpack.
INT. BACKSTAGE OF SCHOOL THEATER-NIGHT
Students scramble around tuning their instruments, fixing their clothes, checking their sheet music, preparing for their recital.
Vega’s mother MRS. LOWELL sits in the audience, an empty seat beside her. She looks around, frustrated. She looks down at her phone, it reads 5:57 PM.
INT. BACKSTAGE OF SCHOOL THEATER-CONTINUOUS
Behind the curtains on the stage, Vega’s brother, NOAH contemplatively runs his fingers on top of the piano’s keys.
As he gets to the end of the keys, he slowly walks toward the curtains and takes a peek. He notices the empty seat next to his mother. He sighs.
As the last people find their seats, the audience quiets down, the lights dim, and the curtains open revealing Noah sitting at the piano. He sighs once more and begins to play a sad melody he composed himself.
Layla enters and walks to Mrs. Lowell’s aisle. She sits down next to her.
She’s not coming.
Vega’s mother shakes her head in disappointment. They look towards Noah and listen to his song.
His song ends and the audience applauds.
INT. LOWELL OBSERVATORY-NIGHT
An elderly man with short grey hair looks through a telescope and writes notes on a note pad. Vega inputs the data into a computer.
It’s looking good so far.
How much longer do you think we will have to wait to see it clearly?
If it continues to stay this way, it is very likely we will have our answer in a couple of days.
Can I have a look?
Dr. Miranda rolls his chair over and Vega stands and looks into the telescope.
Dr. Miranda walks to another computer and types something, the telescope to zoom in. Vega adjusts the telescope.
We’re getting closer! I can’t believe this could actually be true.
I know it’s real. I just need to find it.
She presses a button and the telescopes snaps a picture of the image. It shows up on a computer screen. Vega wanders over to the computer and prints the picture. She grabs it from the printer and looks at it.
Come back in a couple days to see if it’s changed. I’ll give you a call if anything happens.
I’ll come by tomorrow.
Dr. Miranda CHUCKLES, goes back to the telescope, and continues jotting down notes. Vega grabs her backpack and strides away to the exit.
INT. VEGA’S HOUSE-NIGHT
Vega opens the door to her house and steps in. She sees Noah, her 10-year-old chubby brother, watching TV.
Hey Nugget! How was your recital?
Noah gets up, turns off the TV, tosses the remote on the couch and silently passes Vega as he heads upstairs.
Mrs. Lowell marches in and stands in front of Vega with her arms crossed. Upstairs Noah SLAMS his door shut.
What’s wrong with him??
It was his final recital.
Vega seems surprised at the news. Mrs. Lowell starts to walk upstairs.
Mom, we finally caught a glimpse of it! We might finally be able to find da-
Mrs. Lowell stops and turns around.
Vega! Don’t start. Dad is gone. Noah’s still here.
EXT. VEGA’S HOUSE-NIGHT, NEXT DAY
Vega walks out of her house. She has her cellphone in one hand, keys on the other.
She looks down at her phone and checks for messages. Nothing. She gets to her car, opens her door, gets in and drives away.
EXT. DARK ROAD-CONTINUOUS
Vega drives down the deserted dark road she is used to driving to get to the observatory. She listens to the radio, and hums along.
Something runs across the road so fast she doesn’t hit the brakes on time. THUD. She brakes suddenly, her tires SCREECH, and she looks behind her. There’s a figure on the ground.
She quickly puts her car on ‘park’, gets out, and runs to the figure. It looks like a young man. She kneels next to him.
Are you OK? Are you OK?? Please don’t be dead!
The man lays motionless. She looks around, sees no one, runs to her car and frantically gets her phone.
My life is seriously like a novela! Thing after thing after thing happens that I feel like I can’t seem to get a break (maybe I’m dramatic but you be the judge of that.)
Things bugging me/stressing me out/hurting right now:
I hate that my only sister is leaving to North Dakota only 4 months after my baby niece was born. It hurts so freaking much and I seriously just shove it out of my mind any time I start to think about it because it hurts
like hell. There’s no room for pain in my heart at this moment. So I just ignore the pain. She’s leaving Christmas Day. It’s just going to be my mom, my little brother, and I. Merry Christmas to us…
With the Thanksgiving break getting in the way, my check is probably only going to be about $300 and rent is $250 which means that I have to figure out a way to pay my cell phone, my credit cards, and my gas money to get to work.
Since I work at a school, the kids are going on Winter break which means no work for me which means no pay check which means how the heck am I going to pay rent?!!!!
This 8 page research paper was due today but the professor is letting us turn it in up to a week late but it goes down a grade which means I better write an A++++ paper to get a B. I haven’t had the balls to do it with all this crazyness going on.
Another thing I procrastinated on/don’t have the brain power to do is the stinking 6 pages of my screenplay I need to turn in tomorrow. I have writers’ block! I don’t know what to write!
My mother is thinking about moving to her new place this weekend or next which means I have to come along or I won’t have a place to live until January when I get my own apartment. Finals start next week how the heck can I handle that with moving to a new place in such a short amount of time?!
On Tuesday, I get to be ‘teacher’ for the whole day as part of my internship’s final project. I can’t/don’t want to handle 18 little 5-year-olds all by myself!
I’m writing all this out when I should be working on my screenplay and it’s 11pm which only gives me a limited amount of sleep hours before I have to be up to get ready for my 9 hour day.
I seriously just want to sleep and sleep and sleep until all this is over. Wake me up when December ends….
Can you help me out and read the first 5 pages of my screenplay and let me know what you think?
What it’s missing, what doesn’t make sense, any mistakes, etc. You can comment or reply via private message and I will send it to you.
Thanks so much!
The chills that just came down my spine. You guys don’t understand.
that was intense. wow.
I thought he was building a robot ;(
Just…that poor baby…
you know that really sad moment when you /know that feel/?
One of the most emotionally jarring PSAs I’ve seen. Well done.
omg i can’t
please watch this.
the reality of like that most people don’t know of. ):
I have chills all over.
This is terrifying, but horrifically honest.
do you ever have those moments where you’re curled up in bed about to fall asleep and then you remember every single horror movie ever made at once
Help support Brett and Jemaine’s cause by purchasing this song from itunes.
Jemaine and Bret were asked to write a charity song for Red Nose Day NZ 2012 in aid of CureKids - a charity that funds medical research into life-threatening childhood illnesses.
The lyrics incorporate interviews with school kids that were recorded before they wrote the track.