BesBeanaroo

Currently wondering if I should start a blog/ramble site for some thoughts since I never post here. Anything but Twitter.

BesBeanaroo

Completely forgot to liveblog my thought's during last night's viewing because I was super hungry for pizza and then totally forgot I get really opinionated watching blockbusters (??) so I just yelled at the TV screen for two and a half hours. Sorry I wasn't here. TL;DR Hathaway TOTALLY deserved that Oscar, the musical score was a total disappointment, Russell Crowe was actually good (you're all just mean), and whichever lighting guy didn't show up for filming needs to be fired because half the movie was me squinting my eyes like an ER nurse investigating an assault victim - all I could see from head to toe was black and blue and I couldn't understand the context behind any of it. If Tom Hooper makes another B-list musical adaptation with terrible CGI and lazily directed musical cues I will personally come to his house and beat him to death with a steel chair. 
          
          Also lol I couldn't even blame the movie for the pacing Victor Hugo spends at least twenty pages describing the Paris sewer system because why not and at least half of the book was cut from the musical because it is completely worthless and means nothing. Though I do wish that they had spent a little more time near the end explaining what was going on because I just straight up got whiplash during the last ten minutes of the movie.
          
          (also mildly underrated I just remembered at least 1/8 of the book is dedicated to Marius' backstory but it is not touched on AT ALL. whoever wrote the screenplay for the original musical deserves to be punted like a football over a cliff.)

BesBeanaroo

It is currently 1 AM and I need to go to bed except I just remembered the added 2012's Les Mis adaptation to Netflix just this morning so I have to go through the entire soundtrack twice while downloading ten gigs of random Eddie Redmayne pictures from Pintrest.
          
          Everybody send their condolences to my phone's storage. He's in a bad place right now.

BesBeanaroo

Still being a teenager on this site is literally hell because I read through comments and books just for the pure nostalgia of remembering the quote-on-quote "good 'ol days" of innocence and not knowing how to use a computer when the only difference is like, three years between me and the middle schooler who wrote it.
          
          Man screw the younger version of me who thought that putting the f-bomb in a fanfiction made it fine literature.

BesBeanaroo

Apparently DaVinvi Resolve ended their support for Windows 7 several years ago (unbenounced to me and my laptop) which means I have to spend another two hours finding, reinstalling and troubleshooting a software probably older than I am.
          
          I just love life.

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Absolutely no one cares but for the past week and a half my brain has hyperfixated solely on a YouTube video series my older brother showed me when I was like, twelve and for the life of me I could not remember the name I only remember a Curb Your Enthusiasm-esque prank scene that involved one guy puking in a toilet and the other guy filming and laughing. The amount of pure brain power I tried to use trying to remember the name could probably have powered a small city.
          
          I go through one (1) recently unpublished draft of my old spam books and the name is right there in like the first two chapters.
          
          FML.

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i was considering finally throwing this account in the trash after five some years of garbage but then earlier today yamaha literally kermitted sewer slide, so i guess ill keep this account until the end of time for archival purposes?
          
          not that anyone cares because i basically just used this as a glorified twitter feed but ill probably do some spring cleaning the next couple of days before nuking all the useless garbage on here. follow me on insta at @besbeanaroo or on twitter.
          
          i might archive.org this baby but just in case my metadata comes up when you google my name i would rather not have my dream college find gay erotic fanfiction i wrote when i was twelve and h*rny. that being said, still not going to get rid of anything because the joy of this account is sifting through old trash that reads like a very sad parody of "my immortal." i have an ao3 account sitting somewhere in my gmail inbox, so i might just boot that up to compensate for whatever awful things people read here.
          
          rip yamaha literally nobody liked you because you were bad at marketing and had a monopoly hold on vocal synthesis software rest in spaghetti you ungrateful turd eater. 
          
          peace out bois.